Character: Hürrem (Alexandra)

- Hürrem mine! Fun, joy, eternal holiday! My clear month! My light in the darkness! My shining sun! My burning candle! My orange baby! Tender and sweet! The lady of my soul! You are my mentor, friend! You're a lady! The Queen! The center of the universe! I am your servant and forever will be!
- You to me write? You have a gift a great poet!
- It is not important "who wrote", and the one who inspired me!

- In the childhood I went barefoot. Mother said: go barefoot and all the anguish and troubles go away. The earth gives man happiness and joy. I think she was right.
- She was right. Only the land gives us true rest. But that's just where this peace seek: on the earth or under the earth?

Particle of my soul, my Lord,
The light of my eyes, my Lord.
And the night goes by that the world is not ignited from a spark of fire that gives birth to my moan,
And am can not be that the heavens are not opened up from crying, that is born with the desire to see Your shining face.
Particle of my soul, the light of my eyes, my hope of two worlds
I swear, for You I live in this world.
Not to Express my feelings with words, not to pour them out on paper.
If the sea became ink, and the trees would turn into feathers,
Then they would Express all the grief from this separation ...
We would plead with Allah: "O God, get this slave to her master".
Ah, a piece of my soul, my Lord, I entrust you to Allah Almighty.

- Why do you have tears in your eyes?
- Just... you Know.. I'm scared.

My sun, the Golden-haired Sultana. They believe that your mother can break, but they are not strong enough. Look what your mom made for you-the slave, whom everyone despise. I'll get rid of all the turns, who stands between me and Suleiman. With Isabella gone, the queue for Ibrahim. Then Valide Sultan, and Mustafa Mahadevan. All will move one by one. We will begin our Sultanate: you, me and your brothers. Together we will be very happy. The real owners of this Palace - that's us!

- Come on, I have a lot of work.
- Ibrahim or Hürrem, with whom to work?
- You're jealous of Ibrahim?
- Of course, he sees me most of my Sultan.
You'll have to accept.

Alexandra is no more. Now I Hürrem.

I just for you from the sea came. It's all yours. Lips, Eyes and Heart.

What's done is done. Well, then that'll be that.

The woman always understand everything, just looking in eyes. Words are not necessary.

- You really love her?
- That's my kid. This is my blood, my soul. Whether a boy or a girl. And gave birth to her beloved woman.

- Not all people are bad. Not all are evil.
- No, that's all, Maria. You also caused it. Has stabbed me in the back.

Hey, be brave, do not complain to the fate,
Don't blame your sins of another.
You look around, behold your guilt,
All the troubles from you.
You're not from the shadow of his own suffering.
What have you done that has not seen the way back?
What you have sown, to gather another harvest?
Your actions are born out of the soul and body.
They are like children who will come later and will grab you by the hem.

- Why are you silent? What's troubling you?
- Rumors about nicehe has spread everywhere. In the markets, bazaars - all expressed dissatisfaction.
- What do they say?
- I put a spell on you. I'm a witch! Don't laugh, I'm serious. I don't understand why they disliked me. What I have done?
- Let no one loves you, I love, and that's enough. Leave people, let them talk. Because vorozheska enchanted happy and satisfied.