Taras Bulba Page #3

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We can go to the Turks, or to the Tatars.

We can't go to the Turks nor to the Tatars.

How so, we can't go ?

We promised the sultan...peace.

You, you are the sultan...

this devil of a Turk,

brother to the demon and...

Lucifer's secretary in person !

But what the hell can you do, knight,

when you can't even kill a hedgehog,

because your butt is naked ?

We do not fear your armies.

On ground and sea, we will fight you...

you, Babylonian spitmeat !

Gelding of Jerusalem !

And now, we have to finish,

for we don't know how to count

and we don't have a calendar.

But if this day is ours,

it is yours too.

Kiss...

from where you are, kiss us right here !

All right, send this letter to the sultan.

We can't send the letter to the sultan.

And why is that so ?

Koshevoy won't allow it.

How so, won't allow it ?

He wants peace with the sultan.

That dog !

What do you want, sirs ?

- Give back the staff !

- Give back the staff, son of a b*tch !

We don't want you anymore !

Go away !

Give back the staff !

- Give back the staff !

- Go away !

Who do you choose now as Koshevoy ?

Choose Kukubenko !

No, not Kukubenko !

He's too young !

He's still got milk on the lip !

Let Shilo be the chief !

Yes, Shilo ! Shilo !

F*** Shilo !

A guy who steals from hiw own

is not a Cossack, son of a b*tch !

Like a Tatar !

Shout for Kirdyaga.

Kirdyaga !

Kirdyaga !

Yes, Kirdyaga !

Kirdyaga !

Kirdyaga !

Kirdyaga !

Kirdyaga !

Take the staff !

Kirdyaga !

Take it !

Let there be vodka for all !

What news ?

Disastrous !

All this Cossack power, in vain !

There is no war !

Our sergents are growing mossy,

and their eyes are getting fleshy !

Allow me, chief, to say a word ?

Speak.

What is the news ?

The news is catastrophic.

Catastrophic ?

Colonel, you don't have a regiment any more.

And you don't have a farm,

or horses, any more.

No servants any more.

The Polacks destroyed everything.

And your wife, Taras...

they killed her.

Even maimed, we tried to save her.

But we couldn't.

And allow me, sirs,

to say another word.

Speak !

Speak.

Speak, dog !

Don't hide anything !

I want to ask you something.

Have you heard...

what's going on over the whole kingdom ?

And what's going on ?

Tell us what's going on, son of a b*tch !

We were born and baptized

but they don't give a damn !

We live in a time

where even the sacred churches

are not ours any more !

How so, not ours ?

Why, not ours ?

They are renting them to innkeepers !

What ? What do you mean ?

Christian churches ?

And if we don't pay the rent in advance,

they won't allow us to attend mass !

That is the kind of time

we are living in Ukraine !

Listen up, for I have

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