Character: Boris Godunov

I said - no blood shed! A Royal place - bloody, cannot sit on the throne, no death without betraying! That's what I'm afraid of what I don't want to!

- Happy?
To give you from the Treasury kidnapped - 'll be happy.
- Ah... so you don't show care about yourself? That's it... On the sovereign Affairs your concern?
Do not believe?
- Well, I certainly don't. You're all in power - have not met such. Although, who on the zeal of the Emperor shouts the loudest, those first thieves always is. And thou, Boriska...

But power without blood there is no...

- And for me who? I like this pesize...
Pesize... When a clever game and pesica Queen can become.

Oh, you're heavy, Monomakh's cap!

Ah! feel: nothing can us
Among worldly sorrows calm;
Nothing, nothing... except a single conscience.
So common, it will triumph
Over anger, over dark slander. -
But if in it a single stain,
A single, randomly javelosa,
Then - trouble! how plague plague
Soul burn, will fill the heart with poison
Like a hammer pounding in my ears reproach
And all the sick, and dizzy,
And boys bloody in eyes...
And glad to escape, but nowhere else... awful!
Yes, pathetic one in whom a guilty conscience.

Living mobile power to hate,
They only know how to love the dead.

When dinning in sea storm waves
Threaten the ship with the cargo to absorb,
Insane, which one of his treasures
Will not leave the part to the whole to save.
Part of my rights in the abyss I throw,
But my ship from destruction save!

We are not the fate of raises over the crowd
It is only a case in hand gives us -
And strong husband is not waiting idly,
To wonder up and lifted him up.
The fate of the help it needs. The case is -
And act comes, gotta go!

From evil only evil will be born - all is one:
Her only weapon we want them to serve the Kingdom of Ile -
It's either us or the Kingdom for the future no go!

Incurable affliction
My soul. It destroys the body
And I quickly, in spite of the efforts,
Go to the end. In the suffering people
Is weak.

You got a haircut, but the schema hasn't humbled
Your evil spirit.

Who is the thief, unheard of and daring?
Villages run across to him -
Rumor Moscow alarmed - him
We despise not! Dokole will not be able
To call him by his name, he will
Dimitri in the eyes of the crowd! Perhaps eh?

Not right in front of the other
Everyone who lives! The only difference between us:
Who what is wrong. If,
To darkness to make people happy,
I most leprevost made
Than that no good
They have not brought,- who, he or I, the perpetrators are
Before The Lord?