1667…
A chilly wind is blowing… It is still dawn in the flooded lands of the Dnieper. Here and there, thin smoke clouds rise over the roofs of the peasants’ small cottages. The smell of snow is already in the air.

A peasant, who had gone out to get some wood, goes back to his house in a hurry. He closes the door in terror and tells his wife: “Burza! The Cossac Burza (storm) is coming!” His wife realizes that the distant noise she had just heard, now turned into a thunder-like sound. “The Cossacs are coming!”

When the hooves of six hundred horses go by in a violent gallop, the little cottage shakes. Even the steppe’s ground shivers. It was like having a thousand evil creatures shaking it. The powerful Cossac Cavalry ride the horses once again to declare war.

Horses and knights offer a horror show. The sabers shine once again under the high sun. The screams show hate and fear. The horses with their bristled manes, their bloodshot eyes, madly gallop as if they were contaminated by their owners’ rage. Amidst a crazy race between a man against the animal’s speed, a saber is risen and, like a thunderbolt in a storm, the man is thrown directly to the ground, in an incredibly fast way. Nicolai almost splits the enemy, who he had been following in two halves.

During a battle, when Russia was conquering the left margin of the river Dnieper, Nicolai, a warrior in the powerful Cossac Cavalry, lost part of his left leg, which prevented him from riding his horse to fight in the war. The following years would be a learning experience to him. Endowed with incredible manual skills, he started attending workshops and travelling for a period of time. In his pursuit for knowledge, he became friends with some artisans and blacksmiths.

1692…
In Don, a huge lame man goes down the street singing in an out of tune way. This irritates all the people who are still sleeping. However, who would be brave enough to dare to shut the enormous Nicolai up, the man without part of his leg but still able to knock horse down just by using his fist?

Nicolai gets into his workshop followed by his son, Anton, “the four fingered”, who rapidly holds the bellows cord. While the bellows blows the air into the brazier, Nicolai removes an incandescent steel vine and while he moulds one of his frightening sabers, he sings… The rhythm is set by the sledge hammer that his strong arm swings, bringing the desired shape to life. Slowly, the rough steel vine turns into a saber which, as long as well used, will continue the work of many other men, keeping intact the Cossac Cavalry supremacy. Nevertheless, Nicolai knows that he will no longer be strong enough to mould the steel. In a while, Anton, his older son, will replace him…

Spring of 1701
Anton begins his day following a ritual. In the rhythm of the sledge hammer, he is able to translate his father’s saga, forming generations of cutlers.

2006…
For more than three hundred years, Nicolai’s descendants go on writing our family’s history in the incandescence of the best steels, transmitting from father to son the art of producing what is best in the cutlery world. The 10^th generation will be the first one born in Brazil and the first generation whose workshop will be led by a woman.

For three centuries of tireless research and improvement, we got to the XXI century holding an exceptional standard of quality. The production and thermal treatments are carried out according to the strictest technical and quality standards. Nonetheless, we do not accept a Burza^® knife to be just a kind of reliable equipment. We believe it must be beautiful, elegant and endowed with an edge of high durability, as the Burza^® knives were, are and will always be our family’s pride and joy.