— 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...
β What do you mean on foot? I won`t go anywhere on foot!
β Shall i sent you, knyaz, back to Kiev?
β Send me?! Who do you think you are! To send the knyaz anywhere!
There! The horse is mine, and the treasury is mine, and the treasury is mine, and the horse is mine! Everything`s mine!
And i... I have dirty sleeves! And i am a Knyaz!