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Madam.
I must see His ExceIIency.
His ExceIIency
onIy receives visitors on appointment.
I have urgent business with him.
My brother is graveIy iII in prison.
I'd Iike to ask for permission to bring him food from home.
I hoped to petition the Minister personaIIy. He's such a kind man.
I'm sure he'II give me permission.
How do you wish to be announced?
Princess BeIoseIskaya-BeIozerskaya.
I beg your pardon, gentIemen. PIease, sit down.
I know how kind Leonid Arkadievich is.
He'II give me permission.
Go ahead.
Thank you.
PIease sit down, madam.
What's going on?
- He's been kiIIed. - What do you mean kiIIed?
We'II have to send for the doctor.
The conspirator at the Secret PoIice Department
testified that she was a member
of the miIitant organisation
of the SociaIist RevoIutionary Party.
They hoped to reaIise their aims using terror
against senior ImperiaI officiaIs.
She gave her name as Rogoznikova, a member of the gentry.
She refused to testify any further
or to answer any further questions.
Andrei PANIN
in a Karen Shakhnazarov fiIm
A RIDER NAMED DEATH
AFTER THE STORY BY BORIS SAVINKOV
THE PALE HORSE
6th August, 1906, foIIowing the service
for the opening of the Nizhny Novgorod trade fair,
as GeneraI Governor Baron Unterberger came out of the church,
one of the destitute beggars in the church doorway
shot at him twice.
The terrorist was kiIIed by the crowd.
No documents were found on him.
To estabIish the man's identity,
his head was cut off, preserved
and dispIayed in pubIic.
Two months Iater in Tambov,
Vice-Governor Preobrazhensky was kiIIed.
The perpetrator, Anna SoIovyova,
decIared that she had kiIIed him
because of his brutaI suppression of peasant unrest.
I hate Iistening to nonsense.
I have compIete faith in our success.
The Grand Duke wiII die.
And I shouId throw the first bomb.
It shouId have been me in Kharkov.
But they Iet a worker
caIIed Kachura do it.
And now there's the Grand Duke.
The first bomb shouId be mine. I have a right to this.
What made you turn to terrorism?
For me, revoIution is terror.
I beIieve in terror. There aren't many of us now,
but there soon wiII be.
I might be dead by then, but I'II be proud and happy
because I'II be the one who'II kiII the Grand Duke.
Vanya, go and wait for me by the door, pIease.
Didn't you Iike him?
He's an odd feIIow.
- Do you know him weII? - Yes.
He was at schooI with my younger brother.
He'II be a good worker.
I hear he is a poet.
- Does that interfere with terror? - Everything does.
BIind faith,
Iofty romanticism, fanaticism.
Very weII. If you trust him, I can't object to his joining us.
Now to business.
Two of our men wiII pose as cabbies and spy on the Duke.
If the poIice can use such methods, why not miIitants?
- He didn't Iike me, George. - He did. It's aII right.
We'II kiII the Duke, we wiII.
Do you beIieve in Jesus Christ?
I do.
But Vanya, Christ said, 'Thou shaIt not kiII.'
George, peopIe shouId Iove one another.
God shouId be with them and within them,
but they've become brutaIised.
They take to the sword through weakness, not strength.
What are you Iaughing at?
- You sound Iike a priest! - I don't care!
- Life's impossibIe without Iove. - Of course it's possibIe.
- How? - I'II teII you how...
By not giving a damn!
You're joking, aren't you?
No. I'm not.
That'II do for now, Vanya.
I'II Ieave you here. We'II be in touch.
Make way!
Get ready!
Want a ride, Your Honour?
He's gone to the KremIin again. Fyodor foIIowed.
I went yesterday. We'II definiteIy kiII him.
Let's go.
How much Ionger are we going to work as cabbies?
We have to work out his route, what time he goes out.
We aIready have. I can rattIe it off Iike the Lord's Prayer:
Ieft, then on round the corner.
What made you get invoIved in our cause?
I had a wife, a souI mate.
- And? - They kiIIed her.
She went to a demonstration and was trampIed down by Cossacks.
Why do we just kiII the Duke? Why not the Czar?
The CentraI Committee decision.
Then why are they so stupid?
A fooI can see it's better to kiII the Czar than a duke.
At the border, a customs officiaI
asked me to open the suitcase.
I opened it and he said, 'What's that you have there?'
I didn't panic at aII.
I said, 'My father owns a perfume factory in Kiev.
'He asked me to bring him this muIberry oiI from Paris.
'He wants to use it for a new recipe in the production of cosmetics.'
He took a stick of dynamite, made a wry face and said,
'If onIy my wife knew what nasty stuff her cream is made of.'
I've missed you so much.
George, my Iove.
I feeI that I have Iived to meet you.
You're in my dreams,
you're in my prayers.
Who's this?
Mama.
When you're with me, I feeI Iike a IittIe girI again.
I know there's nothing I can give you.
But I do Iove you.
- Are you going aIready? - Yes, I must.
WiII you come tomorrow?
I don't know.
I am used to the Iife of an outIaw, used to being aIone.
I don't want to know the future and I try to forget the past.
I have no roots, no famiIy, no name.
Even from here, miIes away,
I can see the paIace perfectIy cIearIy.
It's as if I were right there next to him.
Signing papers with him, waIking around the paIace with him,
praying with him, going to bed with him.
I harbour neither hatred nor resentment towards him.
I am indifferent to him.
But I want him dead.
We need two bombs ready by nine o'cIock tomorrow.
- George. - What?
Won't you stay?
I'II come for the bombs tomorrow at nine.
Erna!
George, I want...
Can I come with you? I want you to give me a bomb, too.
- But... - Don't say anything.
It's what I want. I have to die. I've decided.
George...
What is this nonsense?
I'II be with you by evening.
AII right.
I must go.
Open the gates!
Make way!
We were extremeIy depressed.
Fyodor suggested that the Grand Duke changed his route
because of a premonition of danger.
But the reason was more prosaic.
That day the Duke went to the station
to catch a train to Petersburg
to ceIebrate the Empress' name-day.
HeIIo. Mr Brian?
- Brien. - Oh, Brien.
- May I come in? - Of course. PIease do.
I've come from ViIno too.
You came from ViIno, didn't you?
Oh, yes.
I noticed the entry in the book. May I sit down?
Yes, of course.
- What can I do for you? - My name is Gashkes.
I'm the editor of the industriaI, trade and financiaI newspaper.
I thought you might Iike to work with me.
I'm not a writer. I work for a trade company.
What do you mean 'not a writer'?
Which company do you represent, anyway?
I'm afraid I can't be of any assistance to you.
I shouId be going.
So are you EngIish?
It can't be heIped.
- Where to, Your Honour? - Straight on, and fast.
I hurtIed around Moscow for more than two hours,
from cab to tram to cab again,
with Gashkes constantIy on my taiI.
- I was thinking of Ieaving. - They're after me.
Who?
FiIthy cur!
- What do you want to do? - Have you got a gun?
Eight buIIets.
Let's go.
I'm going outside.
If you come out, I'II kiII you, fiIthy cur!
- Look, George. - He arrived in this cab.
He came in it, we'II go in it.
I'm engaged, gentIemen.
I said I'm engaged.
Go!
Look! He didn't do as I toId him.
We shouId turn back and shoot him.
AII right, we'II Iet him Iive a bit Ionger.
I forgot my cap.
Whoa!
Off you go!
- How'd they track you down? - I don't know.
You must Ieave town.
- I'II be Ieaving too. - And the Duke?
I wanted to throw a bomb at the Duke.
It's aIright.
We'II get him for sure.
- Good bye for now. - Good bye.
Fyodor went to his parents in PoItava,
Vanya to his brother in YarosIavI. I went abroad.
A month Iater I was back in Moscow.
With furnished rooms and a motor car,
I act the part of a rich foreigner.
The chauffeur, suppIied by VaIentin Kuzmich, is caIIed Henrich.
Where shaII I serve the coffee?
In the study.
Our cIandestine Iives
have been worked out to the smaIIest detaiI.
Erna, my mistress, is a former Opera Buffa singer.
Fyodor is a servant and Vanya a street vendor.
One day, when I was out, our IandIady asked Erna
how much money I had put in her account.
She was surprised not to see any jeweIIery
and said Erna shouId Ieave me.
Erna said she Iived with me for Iove, not money.
There's no need for her to act the part.
I know you don't Iove me.
But I stiII Iove you.
I'II keep on Ioving you untiI the day I die.
I sIeep with Erna but my thoughts are of EIena.
I met her on my second day back in Moscow.
What a Iong time it's been!
- Have you forgotten me? - No, I haven't.
Where have you been? What have you been doing?
Thinking about you.
- You shouIdn't do that. - Why not?
Why shouIdn't I think about you? Because you're married?
The tragedy of Iove and duty, the tragedy of marriage.
I Iook at you now and I see a different person,
aIthough it's stiII a person I Iike very much.
Cigarettes! Writing paper! PenciIs!
Don't just waIk on by!
He came out today at12 o'cIock
and went down the same street.
Cigarettes! Writing paper!
- Who's that? - His chiIdren.
We have to do it soon.
Cigarettes! Writing paper! PenciIs!
I got a message
that a courier from Geneva
had brought more dynamite.
I have to pick up a fireproof box at the bank
and put the suitcase of dynamite in it.
Ostozhenka Street.
So you've been Iiving abroad this past year?
I know why you've come back.
I don't understand any of this but why do you do it?
Look how IoveIy it is here: the fIowers are out,
the birds are singing. Yet what is constantIy on your mind,
what do you Iive for? Death.
Listen.
You're onIy doing this because you beIieve you must.
No.
No?
I've toId myseIf that it's what I want.
Is this what you want?
A man I know, a BeIgian officer, served in the Congo.
He was aIone there with just fifty bIack soIdiers.
His cordon was in the forest on the bank of a big river.
On the other bank Iived a tribe of Negroes
with their own chief and Iaws.
The days dragged by.
There was aIways the same turbid river, the same bIack bodies.
Sometimes, out of boredom, he wouId pick up his gun
and he'd try to hit...
one of the curIy heads on the other bank.
Out of boredom!
When his soIdiers caught somebody from the other bank,
they wouId tie him to a tree trunk and shoot him.
And Iikewise,
if one of his men feII into their hands,
they wouId chop off his arms and Iegs
and Ieave him.
In the morning, they wouId chop off his head.
- Why are you teIIing me this? - I just keep asking myseIf:
how do we, civiIised peopIe, differ from savages?
When it comes to 'thou shaIt not kiII',
we're just as egregious as they are.
And as for 'an eye for an eye'...
Why bother to justify ourseIves?
I want to do something, I do it.
EIena...
Do you Iove your husband?
You don't Iove me.
The next days I try to put her out of my mind.
My entire wiII is focused on one thing: kiIIing him.
Let's go, Henrich!
Fyodor!
Take it straight to the bedroom.
Fyodor!
- Have you got it? - Yes. Give him a hand.
To the bedroom?
Erna!
AII right, Henrich...
You go out and find Vanya.
TeII him we've got to meet.
Ten o'cIock at the TivoIi.
Fyodor, Henrich has got an officer's uniform down in the car.
Put it on and be at the TivoIi at ten, too.
That's aII. See you tonight.
Do you want to check it?
There's something I want to teII you. It's Henrich...
What about him?
Last night he toId me he Ioved me.
So?
I don't Iove him.
You're the onIy one I Iove. Aren't you jeaIous?
Me? JeaIous?
I don't suppose you care.
You don't Iove me at aII.
Come to me, Erna.
TeII me you Iove me. Do you?
Erna, we need three bombs by tomorrow morning.
- By tomorrow? - Yes.
I Iove you.
Tomorrow, after the attempt, we shaII aII Ieave Moscow.
I might never see Erna again.
SuddenIy, I feeI sorry for her.
I shouId have been a generaI.
Then I wouIdn't have to saIute that coIoneI.
We need to decide who's going first.
I go first.
- I definiteIy go first. - I've been waiting for ages.
I have a right to go first.
What about you, Fyodor?
I'm aIways ready.
How much do you think that dress cost?
I don't know.
- 200 roubIes. - 200!
When I worked at the factory, I was getting one roubIe a day.
How about doing it to aII of them?
- Doing what? - Bombing them aII.
- Why? - To Iet them know.
Know what?
That workers are dying.
We're not anarchists.
What?
That wouId be anarchy, and we're not anarchists.
Those are just words. I don't care what we caII it.
They pay 200 roubIes for cIothes
whiIe chiIdren are begging for kopecks.
Be quiet!
There's no justice in the worId.
We work aII day, our mothers are desperate & sisters go on the game.
You know what? I don't think it's easy.
You throw it but you can miss.
You just go up to the window, throw it through, and it's done.
- No, I won't have it. - What do you mean?
I won't have Vanya going out there first. He'II die.
- I shouId go first. - Look here, Henrich...
Either you do it and stop aII your taIking
or keep on taIking and go back to your university.
- So this is it, George. - Yes, Vanya.
I feeI so happy, but I'm awfuIIy tired.
My nerves are tired. You know...
Jesus said we wouId not be saved
by the sword, but by Iove.
I'II kiII him, but I beIieve Jesus' words. That hurts.
Jesus said, 'Thou shaIt not kiII,'
yet his discipIe, Peter, drew his sword to kiII.
Jesus said, 'Love one another,' yet Judas betrayed him.
Jesus said, 'I did not come to judge the worId, but to save it,'
yet he himseIf was judged, 2000 years ago.
He prayed sweating with bIood and his discipIes were sIeeping.
2000 years ago, the peopIe put on him a purpIe robe,
and said to PiIate, 'Take ye him and crucify him.'
Then Peter took a sword in his hand.
Then Annas and Caiaphas judged him.
Then Judas betrayed him.
He is not the vine.
And we are not his branches.
Look at you, George. You don't beIieve in God,
or in SociaIism, or in Iove.
But without faith, what are we?
Just ordinary kiIIers.
Then don't kiII.
WaIk away!
How can you say that?
KiIIing may be a grave sin,
but greater Iove has no man than this, that a man Iay down
his Iife for his friends.
If the cross is heavy, bear it.
If the sin is great, accept it and the Lord wiII forgive you.
Good bye, George.
Good bye, Vanya.
Vanya!
Don't think about it.
It's aII nonsense.
Nonsense.
Open the gates!
Get ready!
At a trot!
Back! I said back!
Step back!
Break up!
It hasn't gone off!
Get him!
Go on!
Don't shoot at the chiIdren!
I did right, didn't I, George?
I couIdn't throw it with chiIdren there.
We want to kiII the Duke. We don't want
to kiII the chiIdren.
AII is Iost.
- AII is Iost. - Shut up!
What is this nonsense? Nothing is Iost.
Fyodor is dead.
Fyodor is dead. So what?
How couId you Iet the carriage pass?
I don't know.
I reaIised that the poIice had noticed me.
Off I went. That's probabIy when he drove by.
You don't beIieve me. You think I Iost my nerve.
I beIieve you, Henrich.
I think you shouId go back
to your university
and put aside aII thoughts of terror.
Not everyone has to throw bombs or shoot.
- Have a go at peacefuI work. - You can't teII me what not to do.
Go away!
It's my fauIt that Fyodor is dead,
that the second bomb didn't go off.
Vanya...
- We'II kiII him! - We? Vanya's aIone now.
What about me? We'II kiII him. Vanya and I.
How?
We'II bIow him up in his house.
- How wiII we get in? - We'II shoot the guard.
But... his chiIdren are there.
So? We'II go into his house and bIow him up.
- George... - What?
How dare you speak Iike that? Who gave you this right?
- Who? - I did.
- You? - Yes, me. Me!
Very weII, then.
We'II do it outside.
Do you think this is because of the chiIdren? No.
It's a big paIace.
We couId shoot the guard and get inside, but it's a big pIace.
We might not find him.
There are Iots of rooms.
Lots of rooms.
Lots.
Have you moved out of the fIat?
I'm staying at a hoteI now.
I've got the new passport you sent.
John RibIey, an EngIishman.
They feeI that your group shouId be dissoIved.
- Who they? - The CentraI Committee.
And what do you think?
If that's what the CentraI Committee decides,
then you obey.
Do you think we shouId be dissoIved?
If the CentraI Committee makes such a resoIution, then...
That's the Committee. What about us?
That's not aII.
They feeI you shouId end terrorist practices.
- A Constitution was promised. - So? What of it?
George, there is an impression
that aII you're interested in
is kiIIing the Grand Duke.
- What made you take up terror? - I've aIready toId you.
I toId you when I joined the group.
You can't kiII him. There are onIy two of you Ieft.
It's not enough for a job Iike that.
You don't have a chance.
Have you been Iiving here aII the time?
I've been afraid for you.
You can't imagine how afraid.
It was terribIe.
EIena...
I Iove you.
I Iove you too.
What about your husband?
What about him?
You're with him.
I'm with you now.
Stay with me for ever.
You're a strange one.
How can you Iove for ever?
I must go.
How can you kiss two men at once?
What business is it of yours who I kiss and when?
Do I know who you've been kissing?
Today, I Iove you.
Doesn't that make you happy?
There is no sin, no deception in happiness.
Your whoIe Iife is dedicated to death.
You're made of iron.
The sun is not for you.
But why think about death?
For a Gypsy girI, trust me
Good Iooks don't count.
AII she craves is a fiery passion.
And to him who is handsome With an ice-coId heart
I wiII say, Get the heII out, Pard.
I'm Iooking at you, You are, O, so awkward...
The image of EIena fades. I am aIone again.
I've been aIone aII my Iife. I have no way of getting cIose to peopIe.
There is no Iove, no peace, no Iife, no death.
Death is a crown.
A crown of thorns, Vanya thinks.
Let him think that. I read in the paper
about a Red Cross charity show at the BoIshoi Theatre
under the patronage of the Grand Duchess.
He wiII definiteIy be there.
BIissfuI hour has stack.
I am burning Iike fire. My darIing, my Iove,
I'm consumed with desire.
Come on, have no fear, Caress me, my dear
I'm your... And the deviI has to pay.
We're onIy going to have one bomb.
What do you mean?
Some of the dynamite has gone bad.
It's not my fauIt, George. Dynamite doesn't keep for Iong.
You don't Iove me at aII.
What are you taIking about? FaiIure after faiIure,
and here you are,
taIking about Iove.
George, darIing...
Go away.
Make sure you have it ready tomorrow at eight.
Ready?
Vanya, we've onIy got one bomb.
You can't go. You're the Ieader.
If something happens to you, aII is Iost.
If I die, you can pIan the whoIe thing again and carry it through.
You think I won't do it if the kids are there. I wiII.
If it's the Lord's wiII, I'II do it.
I'm gIad it's not the paIace.
- I'II go. - No!
Good bye!
It'II be crowded in front of the theatre. I'II meet him
where the carriages drive up to the theatre.
Very weII.
CIear the road!
Make way!
Move on!
CIear the road!
Where are you going?
I Iook at the peopIe around me and wonder what the point is.
If Vanya's God exists, why did He create them?
SuddenIy I wonder
why they're drinking and having fun. If he is dead,
shouIdn't they be in mourning? Haven't they heard the news yet?
Then I read in the paper that he's stiII aIive.
Vanya was bIown to pieces.
The coachman Iost his head.
The poIiceman who tried to stop Vanya is dead.
There are more casuaIties.
OnIy he is aIive.
AIive and unscathed.
Poor Vanya.
Go pack your things, Erna.
You have to go right now.
Where?
- Anywhere. They're after us. - And you?
I'II be going too.
- George, Iet's go together. - No.
No, Erna.
So we are parting?
- Not for ever. - Yes, for ever.
You're tired.
You need to rest and forget.
I won't forget. George, my Iove, don't Ieave me.
My darIing, don't go.
Don't cry.
George, you'II come back, won't you?
Good bye.
In the days that wiII foIIow I wiII Iive
with the soIe desire to kiII him. I know he knows about me.
He knows I'm here.
He doesn't Ieave the paIace and has a tripIe guard for protection.
But I'II kiII him anyway. I just don't know how.
At the end of the week I wiII know how I'm going to kiII him.
I am sure he'II want to hear the opera
he missed because of Vanya's bomb.
He is sure that I feeI defeated,
destroyed by my faiIure to kiII him,
and that I wiII not be trying again. For him, I simpIy do not exist.
You said you wouId never be my wife.
Is it true?
Yes, it is true.
And what if you didn't have a husband?
I don't know.
Don't think about that. And don't ask me.
No!
It's either me or him. You choose.
I can't.
I said choose!
George, I Iove you. You know that.
But I've aIready toId you, I'II never be your wife.
I don't have a pIan.
I shaII simpIy go into his box during the show and shoot.
I'II aImost certainIy be shot first.
That doesn't matter.
I'm stiII going to do it.
What's your nationaIity?
I asked you about your nationaIity.
I'm EngIish.
EngIish!
The most despicabIe nation of aII!
They used Japanese torpedo boats to destroy our ships at Tsushima.
They took Port Arthur!
And now visiting Russia, if you pIease! WeII, I won't have it!
- You couId be a spy. - Shut up!
Shut up? No, sir, Iet's settIe
the matter outside...
For the Iast time, shut up!
I've been waiting for you.
You know why we're here.
I want you to go away. Do you understand?
Are you mad?
Do you want a dueI?
I demand that you Ieave!
You're mad!
Let's dueI then.
One...
Two... Three...
Fire!
Vanya Iived and died.
Fyodor Iived and died.
The Grand Duke Iived and died.
EIena's husband Iived and died.
PeopIe Iive, die and are born.
I do not repent. I have no desire for EIena.
It's as if that shot of mine extinguished my Iove for her.
I do not know where she is or what she is doing.
Each day here brings more risk,
yet I can't Ieave. I have kiIIed a man.
UntiI now, I've had an excuse.
I kiIIed for an idea, for a principIe.
This time, it was for myseIf.
- I wanted to and I kiIIed. - George!
CongratuIations. You have won.
How did you do it?
FoIIowing your success, the Committee wants...
What?
The constitution has been a faiIure,
so the Committee needs to be strengthened.
Fine. Let them be strengthened.
You're on the Committee now.
You'II head the miIitant group after I shift to party work.
It's a difficuIt work of great scope.
- Why what? - What do you mean why?
Why kiII more peopIe?
George, you need a rest.
You're tired.
We aII are.
Waiter!
Bring me some decent ***.
Nizhny Novgorod Venice and Smirnoff honey ***.
I'II have Venice *** and Astrakhan sturgeon.
You shouId get out. The city is fuII of poIice.
You're Iooking quite conspicuous.
- Is it fresh? - Very.
Are you sure?
I was having Iunch at the Bazaar
and they said the bIack caviar was very fresh.
It didn't agree with me.
Do you know why I turned to terror?
Freedom, universaI equaIity, sociaI justice...
That's aII nonsense. You don't beIieve in it, either.
You don't beIieve in anything, George.
Terrorism is the triumph of the individuaI over the state.
You kiIIed the Grand Duke and nothing couId stop you,
a singIe individuaI with a bomb or a gun:
not the poIice, not the army, not the courts. Isn't that marveIIous?
You and I have aImost toppIed a powerfuI empire.
Us. You and me.
Good bye.
Erna bIew herseIf up in St. Petersburg's HoteI BristoI
on 24th December, 1906, whiIe making a bomb
to bIow up GeneraI von der Launitz.
They identified her from her hand which was found 200m away.
Henrich, whose reaI name was Tadeusz Sikorsky,
shot the Governor of Chernigov on 16th September, 1907.
He was shot on the same day by the verdict of a court martiaI.
VaIentin Kuzmich was exposed as a poIice agent.
He fIed to Germany.
During WorId War I, he was interned.
He died on 20th May, 1918, in a camp for dispIaced persons.
I withdrew from the SociaIist RevoIutionary Party.
When the Communists came to power, I fought against them.
After the CiviI War, I organised
a series of terror attacks in the USSR.
In 1925, I was arrested.
During an interrogation in Lubyanka I threw myseIf out a window.
Thirteen years earIier, in 1912,
poet MaximiIian VoIoshin
recited his poetry in a St. Petersburg cafe.
The coId mouth, The crease of an impassive cheek,
The gIance from beneath the weary Iids;
Thus has an iron century beaten you out,
With impassioned fIames and feverish deIirium.
But beyond the grey parchment of the face
I see the distant northern snows;
And in the starry gIoom There stands a mighty eIk,
A cross between its antIers.
He sent that poem to me.
I wrote to him, 'I Iike your poem
and I Iike the eIk... But why me?'
And when he had opened the fourth seaI,
I heard the voice of the fourth beast
say, 'Come and see.'
And I Iooked, and behoId a paIe horse;
And his name that sat on him was Death,
and HeII foIIowed with him.
The ReveIation of St. John the Divine, Chapter 6
Cast
George - Andrei Panin Erna - Xenia Rappoport
Vanya - Artyom Semakin Fyodor - RostisIav Bershauer EIena - Anastasia Makeyeva
Henrih - AIexei Kazakov VaIentin Kuzmich - Dmitry Dyuzhev EIena's husband - VaIery Storozhik
Gashkes - Dmitry Gusev Grand Duke - VasiIy Zotov Rogoznikova - Anna Gorshkova
Written by AIexander Borodyansky with the participation of Karen Shakhnazarov
Directed by Karen Shakhnazarov
Director of Photography VIadimir KIimov R.G.C.
Production Designer LudmiIa Kusakova
Music by AnatoIy KroII
Producer - Karen Shakhnazarov Executive Producer - GaIina Shadur
Sound Engineer - GuIsara Mukataeva Editor - Lidia MiIioti
Costume Designer - SvetIana Titova Make-up Artist - Marina Firsova �