Ilya Muromets i Solovey Razboynik

— Hey, summon the executioner!
— Wait, knyaz! The executioner is no help here. No axe can cut out what a pen has written about!
— Can`t it? My executioner is a virtuoso...

I am a Knyaz, i shall do whatever i want... a-a-act in the country`s best interest!

— What do you mean on foot? I won`t go anywhere on foot!
— Shall i sent you, knyaz, back to Kiev?
— Send me?! Who do you think you are! To send the knyaz anywhere!

There he is! There he is, my dove!... Who the hell is that? Who dares to hunt after my horse? Seize everyone at once, and bring before me! I will pardon and execute. Perhaps execute only...

There! The horse is mine, and the treasury is mine, and the treasury is mine, and the horse is mine! Everything`s mine!

— What is this? Where did she some from? Conspired behind my back...
— Not at all, Ilya! Cross my heart! And anyway, it`s always useful to have a chick on a voyage. I mean, for cooking or doing laundry. For example, my sleeves are dirty...

And i... I have dirty sleeves! And i am a Knyaz!

— Give up, Russians!
— Russians never give up!
— Where are the Russians? These, huh?