TV series: The state border

And if he is a devout Muslim, every person counts for you.

- Listening to you, Alexander Nikolaevich.
Mr. Ulyanov, I understand you. Moreover, I am ready to serve the revolution, if necessary. But the brutality... the Crowd takes revenge on us, it's scary. I was told that the Bolsheviks were the principal opponents of the death penalty.
- The cruelty. What do you think, will accept the counter-revolutionary officers with the victory of the revolution? The old generals resigned and thousands more, tens of thousands will not accept and will oppose Soviet power. We will punish these performances of death and revenge is not being. This is nonsense. No power without the death penalty, the only question is, against who exactly it applies to and benefit from these deaths. This weapon, and it must be directed against enemies. It was we have a purely theoretical conversation.
- I want to tell you quite sincerely, Vladimir. If you remember, after the highest rescript about to award me the rank of major-General, I went to introduce myself to the Emperor. He said, you serve on the border? I say: Yes, Your Majesty. He asks: how are you hunting? Many boars? Just for the day, from Finland fought was a gang of smugglers, killing many soldiers. Of course, I didn't think he was going to ask about it, but to say... the boar! When are the Requiem...

- Here you are a former nobleman, officer of the separate corps of border guards, want to participate in building a new state machine? Honestly, not evil? Still moved the business off the ground.
- And I'm sure half of these people will take their values with them. You can be sure.
- Why do you think so?
- See. What do you carry?
Clothing. Sugar two pounds. Money and five hundred rubles. And that's all. The true cross.
- We'll see. Last time, you all called? Give me the knife.
Are you, and what am I missing? I think hid that... Please, now...
- You, a citizen, a fool, do not go ahead. And I thought, some gold, and then the family portraits...
- These are my grandparents, uncles, aunts and children.
And all your? Jean Isabey. Mathieu... Grandfather... the Authors of these works the greatest artists of the eighteenth-nineteenth centuries. From whom you bought the miniatures? Suggest to speak the truth! It's worth at least forty or fifty thousand gold rubles. Left to themselves, just unbearable... well you plunder Russia!!
- Can you make it? Russia will then? Vaughn, a true Russian to the Germans fleeing. It remains, then who? Commissioners but foreigners. Garmezy and bastards. Wait, give time we give you all the tripe that will polyposter. Bastards.
Such can not let go!
I agree with you. These need to be taken down there! Under the warehouse! And immediately shot in the forehead! Sorry, don't have the right to... thank you, by the way. I still have one side of the border helped to open. And how many more sides of the border will open...

Says brought the companion of Zhytomyr, the city's Commissioner of Finance, he inspects the premises of the Bank under the Finance Department. Went, still we that of the Commissioner in the eye have not seen, and mandates, the devil himself a leg break.
Car.
Yeah. The familiar pattern of the tires.
- Went Serge. Do not believe me, for the whole service the first time was papatasi. Keep weapons at the ready.
- Well, let's see what all the fuss is about. Money... Not ours.
- Mend of England of its Fife. Pounds. Bills of five pounds each pack of one hundred pieces. And there are not less than five hundred. That count.
- Oh, my gosh. Two hundred and fifty tysch. Crazy can.
- Still the rate of six rubles a pound, it's a million and a half turns. And by today do not count. Knew the bastards for what life risk.
- And on the other hand, what the hell are they here foreign money.
Naive reasoning, Serge came from the German side. Was going back when he will be there, the money he would willingly bought.
- To hell with the money money to buy? I understand clothes, and bread, but money? But learn, for the first time we have educated you are.
- It's... it's currency! And still want all of Russia to manage... Such basic things do not understand.

- Frankly, only now I'm beginning to see what the border, and of service for her protection. If it weren't for you yesterday, could happen to you.
- No need to thank me, I acted as I expected. The border service officer.
- The decision on the renewal of the border guard.
- Excuse me, on the day of the October revolution...
- Revolution!
- Well, let it be revolution. One of your "revolutionary comrades" he said at the headquarters of the border to vacate the premises and stated that all men are now brothers and borders are not needed. Therefore, we are.
Let's face it calmly, first this "friend" is either a fool or a provocateur. Yes. Head of the Bolshevik party Lenin says that we stand for the state. And the state assumes its borders. In the same as you, we really don't need, there is no contradiction. The old service was not created to let people abroad, the new service will work for the benefit of man, will you give it to decide where to live.

- Cheers, auf Wiedersehen! That's it!
- You have no right to take the property. You have no conscience. I will complain to the marks.
Marx has already approved of our actions. Read at your leisure the Communist Manifesto.
In contrast to your bourgeois conscience, our conscience is revolutionary, people! You robbed people, and we're gonna get it back. Here is your passport and... walk.

Next time time we. That, Konstantin Petrovich, do you think?
- This is the boundary we still have to a lot to get used to. And even greater to learn. I think.

In ten minutes you'll be crushed. How many people do you have?
- Decided to admire?
- Office and two machine guns to come. What shall we do?
- Okay. And nothing. Closes the border or step aside let run on guns. Platoon, listen up! Me! Fix bayonets!
- Humayun, against unarmed impossible!
The gunners, ten steps forward! March! The sight of four pillar two! On German positions, get ready! Become! Right line around! Fight! All ago, will pass only in the prescribed manner!
- However, grip you. Listen to the captain, you are now in the "prescribed manner" to the Germans?
- I got in the car left the family, let me go! And start to pass people next onslaught you will not survive...

They deliberately create a traffic jam at the border to cause unrest and complicate ongoing negotiations over the world.
- What's going down... You are the second who is on the protection checkpoint says. Reliable army guard. No, neither reliable nor unreliable...
- Yes, I saw already, at the station, the situation is tense, comrades. So what the hell did you shoot the officers? Crazy? And if the crowd crushed you, and then went to the fence wire, and the Germans would be hit with machine guns. Thousands dead and disrupted the talks! The perpetrators of the shooting will be severely punished, make no mistake.
- Oh, do not belabour you zolotopogonnyh. no mother... And we have suffered!
- Me too, on Sakhalin ten years regaled cakes, but I'm not taking revenge on his former "teachers".

- I'm sorry. I didn't know about it. I hope you understand that this is an outrage, yet we still can't always handle it.
- That's no excuse.
- I'm not making excuses, I'm explaining. The dictatorship of the proletariat - the power based on violence and the demolition of the old building is not constrained by any laws. In short: "Salus populi suprema lex esto" remember Cicero. [Let it be the good of the people be the Supreme law. Cicero. About the laws.]
- The benefit of the people is the highest law. A great epigram, and how to be honest people that they were not put to the wall. For a sidelong glance.
- Honest people, the revolution is not threatened by anything. This officer forgot that it's December, not July seventeenth year.

In Russia, the rumor went -
Nicholas crazy.
Tra-La-La-La-La, tra-La-La-La-La,
All Russia triumphs
Nicholas wine trades.
On the pole hangs the crown,
Nicholas II - crow.
Tra-La-La-La-La, tra-La-La-La-La,
From the Altai to the Danube
No more stupid Nicholas
In Russia, the rumor went -
Nicholas crazy.
Tra-La-La-La-La, tra-La-La-La-La,

You know, as people say? Boys are born to be war.

Hurry, chief! And you do not hurry, you put the carpet in impatience in the trunk waiting...

Tomorrow is for fools.