Original subtitles

JOELL BELLON presents

LORAN GREVILLE

MARTEN LAMOTT

CHIARA KAZELLI

" The year of awakening"

as Francois GREGOIRE KLEEN

JOHAN RUZHEL, KLOD DUNETON, VENSAN GRASS

with the participation of ROZHE PLANSHONA

based on the novel by CHARLIE JULYE

Script and dialogues: GERAR KORBIO, ANDRE CORBIO, MICHEL FESSLER

Cameraman:Francois Catonne

Sound engineer:ALEN LASHASSAN

Artist:GERAR VIAR

Installation:DENIZ VINDEVOGEL

Director of the picture: SHANTAL MALRA-ATANASYAN

Associate Producer:STEFAN TENO

Associate Producer:DOMINIC JANN

Produced by:JOELL BELLON

Directed by:GERAR KORBYO

EX-an-PROVENCE, 1948/1949 academic year

September, monday 1948

Today we were shown again footage of the war in Indochina.

Only quite soothing shots: brave soldiers,

small groups of tired people going forward in the rice fields.

But still - fear again grabbed my throat.

More and more I understand that I'm nobody but the son of the regiment.

Just a corpse in reserve.

Dear mother!

Take care of me! I am alone in this world. I have no one but you.

Help me not to be afraid anymore.

Scum! Bastards! You have left me nothing!

Church boy in tension! The boy is hungry!

Give us your bread!

Hey, don't do it! My pockets are as empty as my stomach!

Let me go! Let go!

Straighten your pockets, son.

Have you eaten your morning sandwich?

And the sardines?

Did you drink coffee?

Then let's go. You don't look so good.

My commander.. he is not like the rest.

About him, too, it can't be said that he is here in his place.

Hey! Were you almost pinned up?

But if I admire him, first of all by the fact that he was a boxer.

And even the champion of France on average weight.

Will we all go out there and die, commander?

Is it true?

Who's asking?

Don't worry anyway. When you will be a graduate, the war is already over.

Take this.

And don't think about it anymore.

When Bastian died, was he really all alone?

Did he believe in God?

I don't know.

You are in a military school where you are taught to fight, not to fear death.

- I'm sure he was dying alone. - Come on, hurry up, you have to be in class.

On Kara-ul!

From the beginning of this year I often think of death.

What scares me is to go die so far in the rice fields.

Alone, on the other side of the world.

And no one who would help me go into the night.

Personal number 46522.

Recruited in Aix-en-Provence.

Landing on July 2, 1948 above Rapni in Indochina.

Galantly led his team.

After the first injury, he refused to evacuate.

Continued the mission even though he was mortally wounded

the queue of the machine.

He died on arrival at the medical unit.

This year Bastian is the fifth, who died there.

His personal number was exactly 2 times more than me.

He believed in the mystery of numbers. Often told me that our numbers bind us.

Where people have such a need destroy themselves ?

Here, when the dead come back, this is considered quite normal.

They are thanked for dying, and awarded medals.

- Actually, he should ... - Look!

They say they broke the lock and broke down the door with an ax.

Punished the whole platoon just because they did not pass the 3-4th.

Finally! We have 4 days and ration is deccreasing.

Because these assholes Popirovan in stock supplies.

And I already got them nasty sardines in tomato.

Did you see the captain's face? Probably, all his Bordeaux was stolen from him.

Now he will lose weight.

Convicts! Convicts! Convicts!

Stop looking at these hooligans and proceed to Moliere!

Write the answer of the question I'm writing here.

Convicts! Hooligans!

Berto! We're working!

Silence! Speed! Efficiency!

The first person I spotted looking out the window

I will shave his head myself!

Fallen Leaf needs, to be cared for.

That is why he doesn't leave me.

He rarely says that but he is always there.

This is my only friend. - ... 5 out of 20.

Oh, you got it, Fallen Leaf! What are you, whooping cough?

- I have nothing. This is not whooping cough. - No, you have whooping cough!

You will infect us here all!

Let him go to the medical center. Maybe this is something serious?

Get away from him, he doesn't want to go to the medical center.

I'm sorry to interrupt your cough, Tibo.

Do not you think it's time to start treatment? Today make amazing potions

from the juice of slugs.

However, it looks like did not affect your style.

Good. 12.

Berto, you managed to do it this time. I'm impressed.

It's good. You show more and more promise.

14.

Left-right! Above!

Bay!

Get up

Left-left! Double!

Pull it out better!

Bay! Left, left!

Left-right! Protect yourself.

Turn on!

That's it for today!

We did a good job.

What are you doing here?

I am learning, commander.

Is that so? Learning to play balls?

- I would like to do boxing, commander. - You're already doing rugby, don't you?

Okay, collect your ball faster and go.

- I don't want to play rugby anymore. - That's new!

Why? - Because of Bastiana, commander.

Now that he's dead I don't want to play rugby anymore.

Because of the mystery of numbers. I do not want to betray him.

I do not want to die, commander.

What are you carrying? I do not understand anything. Nothing!

Come on, hurry up. And then you have to test you.

- Test me, you will see. “No way, you're too young.”

I beg you, commander!

Come on scat!

We'll see after a year.

Bye Francois! Until Sunday evening!

Bye Remy! Until Sunday evening, old man!

Thank god i have my notebook.

I write when others are leaving.

Firstly, because I don't see how they are leaving.

And secondly, because they come to me to say goodbye.

And I am happy with that.

Like they think of me.

You have a damn body - you can climb anywhere!

What are you doing here?

No one will know, it's empty at the weekend. I will not bother anyone, Commander!

And these gloves? Whose are they? BUT? Answer me!

Yours, commander.

Well, look, man!

The class is gonna start soon, go change your clothes.

And if you'd be late even for a minute. Always remember! Go!

And leave my gloves!

What?

Go here.

Here, commander, it's here.

Maturity is the state of someone or something reached full understanding.

French teacher said that I showed maturity, commander.

Yes, he said so! It's written here.

- So what? - I'm talking about boxing, commander.

Boxing is not a question of maturity, and flexibility, strength and reflexes.

And, by the way, weight.

Where did you get that?

Boxed against the wall. To strengthen the fists.

To be ready in a year.

Why do you always stay here on sunday?

I don't have anyone to go to.

Tomorrow I'll take you to my place.

Get ready for 10.

Hold on tight! Go!

Today is my existence coming out of oblivion.

I already forgot how warm sunlight feels, the colors of life.

From the excitement my heart beats more often. Everything delights me.

Life is so mesmerising!

Slurry! Ltd!

Do you know where your mother is?

- Who is this? - This is Francois.

Lena?

Lena!

Lena!

Lena!

Lena!

Lena?

You don't have to wear a jacket, son. Today is Sunday.

And at least take off the gloves. Dinner is at the Duchess of Windsor.

I do not remember the last time I ate so much!

I feel terribly hot.

Now I'm afraid to faint, getting a heat stroke.

And in the presence of this woman I feel even more awkward.

All this prevents enjoy pleasure from this sunday.

And you don't remember anything about your father?

I don't know who my father is.

When I was born, my mother died.

And who brought you up?

sir and Madame Schovan.

These were very poor people we lived from hand to mouth.

I loved to do cows. “I'm sure you were forced to sleep in the barn.”

Yes, it was warm there. I was fine.

I slept with her. - With her"?

With whom? - With white flowers.

- With the white flowers? - Well, yes, with my cow.

And you ... you miss her, that cow?

Yeah sometimes.

Quite often actually.

And who brought you here?

The village leader wanted me to, so I went to school.

I didn't ask for anything. And voila.

That's for sure, voila.

Slurry!

Slurry! (speaks Italian). - Speak French like everyone else!

Enough! quiet down!

What worries me is my duties to the army.

Because, after college which will take another 5 years!

And if this war is not over, I'm afraid that...

Don't think about it.

We, in fact, have not met yet.

My name is Lena.

Are you hurt ?

No big deal, just a scratch.

Where did you get that?

Boxed against the wall.

I want to be a big boxer as a commander.

Maybe it would be better. To become a doctor?

Francois!

Let's see how tough you are.

Take off your clothes and wear these gloves.

Let's arrange a small fight.

But first, Lena should tie my hands with this.

You know, i have iron fists. If you do not, it will be very painful.

Stop, Julien! Stop it!

Sweet mother, keep guarding me.

Look out for the commander and his family.

Make me become great boxer.

Help me find my place... in this world. And in the other.

Till tomorrow.

See, as promised.

Are you happy?

It was not easy.

You will not say anything?

And how is your sunday?

I brought 2 letters.

Plus one from my sister. What? You don't want it ?

- Come here, I have 3 desserts. -(Laughs) 5 desserts.

It's too expensive.

Okay, 3 desserts.

And your story about Sunday.

I boxed.

With whom?

- With him, of course. - In gloves?

Give me the letters first.

Well?

He said I'm capable, that I have the ability.

He even promised to train me. - How's his wife? Is she beautiful?

She is...

woman. - Come on, Berto, tell your comrades!

She has long hair, She is not tall,

and she has very beautiful eyes.

Long eyelashes.

She's Italian. - Damn it, Italian ?!

So she must have huge tits. and beautiful ass! Wow

Come on, Berto, push-ups! It will calm you down.

And believe Berto! We will count!

Time!

Again! Time!

Two!

Three!

Four!

Five six...

Seven! Attention!

At ease!

I present to you your new Comrade - Thierry Bruhman.

He will be in your platoon.

Is this your stash? Great!

And what do you do?

Do you write poetry?

None of your business.

Wow, wow, Hothead!

Don't touch it!

- Where did you get it? - I made it myself.

Want to sell one? - Can this box be removed?

Where are you from? This is a detector receiver. Receiver on galena. It's on, listen.

- This is a receiver on galena! - Galenita?

- Yes, it is a galenic receiver. - What is it?

- This is a galenic receiver. - Whose?

- Galena! - His name is Galena?

So cool...

Thank you, Galena.

Left, left! Hide behind!

Left! Left!

Left! Keep your elbows up!

Left! Come on me! Left!

To the Left! Dodge faster!

Elbows! Left! Left-right!

Left-right! Left-right!

Left-right! Dodge!

Alternate sundays became the routine of my life now.

And I try to live them as bright as possible.

Since commander began to take care of me

i think i got a place in his life. How he has in mine.

I can not imagine life itself is different.

- Lena! - Francois?

What's the matter? What happened?

Be careful! When you eat a peach, you can swallow wasp.

Here it is not.

Come sit with me, Francois. Go!

Always when I'm happy wasps appear.

Once I guarded the cows. I felt so good that I fell asleep.

And then the wasps attacked me: a cow stepped on their nest.

They bit me so much that my body just started boiling. I thought I would die.

I'm scared now. when i'm too good

I'm afraid of wasps I'm afraid i'll die.

How are layoffs on Sundays? Yes? So?

Is he leaving alone?

Yeah, he's like that. he wanted to escape.

Escape from what?

And if we, too somewhere to escape? BUT?

Come, we'll go to the river.

Are you coming or not?

There are no wasps here, Francois!

Cool! So great!

Francois!

Your faced turned red!

Are you happy?

And you? Yes?

Yeah, sometimes.

On Sundays, when you come to see me.

I'm alone and you have a commander and Zizhi.

Well, you can be lonely even around some people.

You understand that, don't you?

When I met the commander, I immediately fell in love with him.

I was young and he was very handsome. And then ... Zizhi appeared. Voila

I used to be so good at home everyone loved me.

And now I don't hear from them anyone.

Do you still get letters from your foster parents?

No never. They can't write.

But I still have letters. I bought them.

How do you buy something like this?

I pay 1 dessert for my sister's letter.

and 2 desserts for the letter of the mother.

Letters to the mother of the Fallen leaf.

And often I write the answer. It's also worth 2 desserts.

"Sweet mommy!

This night i dreamed you again.

You walked along the beach. The sand was white and soft.

But you didn't leave a mark.

I followed you.

I was looking for your non-existent traces. I called you, shouted.

You did not hear me. You were moving away from me.

I tried to recover from it all morning after this nightmare.

I kept your last letter in my notebook in French,

to always feel tenderness of your warm hands.

your son who loves you and hugs you. "

Who is he - the one Who is in your closet?

This is Ludwig. Beethoven! Ode "To joy."

It cannot be! He doesn't know beethoven!

And by the way ... why are you here ?

Well they say I've done so much bad, that only the army can fix me.

But I'm not going to rot here. I don't have time for this.

I want to become a conductor. - How, if you're locked up here?

What does "locked up" mean? My head is not locked.

You think about what you want. Everything is here!

Happiness, troubles, reason, stupidity ...

The rest is unimportant, and even doesn't exist, if you may.

You should know that what you write...

are not really poems.

They'll become true.

I spit on their discipline. Life is completely different!

If my father produces flags, it does not mean that i have to finish the flag.

You know, I don't know either, who is beethoven.

Nothing wrong. He will be glad to meet you.

Where are you going?

- To the GYM. - Training what?

- boxing. - No you aren't!

Have you gone mad?

If I'm doing this,

it is not only for myself, but also for him.

I’m anxious to see if I’ll be at the height of his expectations.

I made a promise. i don't want to disappoint him.

If you will keep this up, I will write your name on Academy Championship in 2 years.

Beethoven - famous German composer

born in bonn. The author of sonatas, concerts, symphonies ...

His life was hard. At the end of his life he was completely deaf.

Catch him!

Stupid!

We hide, you find!

Come on, get up!

Lets go faster!

You'll know how to snitch!

These senior terrifies me.

I can't move!

I hate myself for not interfering

but I don't want to go face to face with these rascals.

Why god have made me such a coward?

"... slowly swaying ...

Ship slow rocked on the spot ...

Comma.

still publishing ...

all the same moans ...

Comma.

... monotonous and ... " - Sorry, sir.

Where are you coming from, Thibo? “From the clinic, sir.”

What happened ?

Nothing, sir. He fell in the yard and hurt my knee.

So, nothing serious?

No, sir.

- All good? - Yes, sir. All good.

Then go to the blackboard!

Come on, Tibo, quicker!

He's in terrible pain, sir. Maybe just let him sit?

Are you hurt, Tibo?

Be patient, old man!

You pity yourself. Disgrace of a man.

Sit down.

DAHAW (fascist concentration camp)

Time to tell you about the hell.

Those people doom other people.

Here it was - hell!

Let me to tell you about human dignity.

You should know.. to what extent man is able to overcome himself.

Forgive me, Tibo.

I was unfair. I know it hurts you.

Learn to love your suffering.

It helps you grow up.

And now all of you come on!

go with me to the end.

I spent 15 months in this hell.

15 months of your life!

It all started on the station on platform one.

I'm lost in the crowd ...

which dogs were guarding ...

and the SS.

Associated with these dogs ...

I have a nightmare!

Their ferocity terrified me.

and suddenly...

the world is filled with cruel bloodthirsty, ruthless villains,

Whose sacrifice should I be ?

The children, separated from their mothers.

shouting, screaming ...

moaning!

Then the cars came up. We were stuffed in those like cattle.

forgive me, sir but...

How can god allow such things?

French teacher no answer to this question, but ...

I concluded, as a simple human being

after many years of thinking that,

I'm afraid there is no God.

People are to blame, Francois.

But what can we do?

Each of us must fight against injustice.

Do something ... something ...

things I've done, everything was a waste ?

If there is no God, I can't even pray anymore.

It makes no sense.

What's the matter? Are you sick?

What happened? Is someone dead?

Did colonel picked you?

Yes?

There were children in concentration camps.

If I were among them, i know i would be a coward thinking..

Who will lead me through life? Who should I trust?

Who will help me fight with my fears and despair?

Now I have nothing left.

I have never been like this lost, so lonely.

Francois!

Am I out of my mind?

I promised myself that i will not feel sorry for myself.

and also to never learn even a word in german.

I swear to find the strength to fight injustice.

And one day decide to take revenge for the Fallen Leaf.

Voila

Do you take your meds?

Three ! Just one doesn't help.

I am suffering by this cough!

Sorry I did not bring you flowers, but brought the letter.

It will keep you up, if you get bored.

Thank you.

But you know, I don't have desserts to pay you.

-(Laugh) This is a gift. - Thanks, old man.

I will remember this.

- Why as a keepsake? - You know, for me the army is over.

Not physique.

I'm going home to my parents.

Here is the hell!

I have nothing to regret.

Except you.

Listen, old man, could you write to my father?

He always dreamed about someone in the family to be in military. He'll love it.

It would be nice if you write this one to him.

I am not very good at it. “Good, Tibo.”

I leave you my dictionary.

I'll miss your whooping cough.

It's all over, gentlemen. Hand over your leaves.

Stand up, Berto.

You are handing over a clean sheet for the third time. Can you explain?

I have to, sir.

Why? and for whom?

- for myself, sir. - Quiet!

Stop kidding, Berto, I tell you! - I'm not mocking anyone, sir.

Then explain, damn it!

do you want to get "zeros" for the rest of your life ?!

- I think I do, sir. - Enough, boy!

You won't make me believe that in 3 weeks you forgot all German words!

So you suddenly became a moron?

Explain now. - There is nothing to explain, sir.

Only that the Germans disgust me! - What did the Germans do to you?

I - nothing, sir. But concentration camps - this is truly monstrous!

Of course, monstrous!

But is this something to do with it? - I fight injustice, sir.

Not so simple, Berto.

This -

to reward your sense of purpose.

Now tell me ...

Do you think that by teaching German, Do I approve of the horror of concentration camps?

I don't think so, sir.

Thank you for your trust, Berto.

One more thing, gentlemen.

You are the future military.

Sooner or later in your hands

will be life or death of your enemies.

Their respect or fall.

And at this moment, gentlemen,

you will make decisions that which will make you human ...

or scoundrels.

This also applies to the Germans,

to Vietnamese

and to the French.

Well, Slurry, do you like

Kiss Me.

Thanks, Francois, for coming with me tonight.

I love going to the movies. It always sparks the imagination.

Voila Well, like this...

Good night to both of you!

Francois!

Francois!

Wake up, Francois ...

Do not twitch.

Do not be afraid!

Let me warm up with you.

But what about the commander?

He has already left.

It's true, I tell you! When we understood that we're late, we got on the bike

and drove with all the speed.

But when she began to kiss me in the neck, I went to the roof.

And we fell into a ditch.

And the hand? Is it really broken?

Very broken! I screamed in pain.

We returned for an hour.

Baudoin!

She even pushed herself great.

Dyuke!

Durant!

- Your bread! - I was sick!

Well, see, boy, huh?

You don't show off like that when your commander is not around!

I'll tell you who your commander is! He is a dolt, idiot!

My commander is not a dolt!

Get up

Do not give up! Bay!

So, I went!

I betrayed him.

I betrayed the only person in the world who showed interest to me.

I hate myself.

Since I exist, i know i'm not worth anything.

That went deep in my mind.

I must have been dead for a long time.

Then nothing would have happened. Everything would be over. Stopped.

Get away, and then grab on physiognomy!

You will fight like that with your sand pear?

Leave me alone, I need to train.

Have you not found anything better to do?

Stand back, I tell you you're not helping!

What do you want?

Maybe you would like hit me?

Still think the same way, don't you?

To hit a man, knock him down, cripple him for offending you?

After all, that is the goal, no?

The goal is to be able to protect yourself to be stronger than others

overcome yourself, win ... - But not the same!

It makes no sense! It is like a war!

When you do that, you are the same. idiot! like your sand pear!

I do not like it, Francois. I do not like violence.

You talked about the Germans ... You essentially don't like it either!

Stop chiseling!

Stop this stupidity. hit me!

All this is just an excuse!

You can take a pencil and write!

And you have to choose.

I can't hold a pencil with boxing gloves!

All that is in my mind. I have to find a way out.

Therefore, I am writing.

- Why do you say that? - It's not me.

This is Beethoven.

German, by the way, old man!

Give me a cigarette.

A cigarette?

But the commander will come any minute.

He won't say anything to me.

I ran again.

Attention!

It won't work with me son!

Yeah, you give them a long time pinched beaks.

Now they dare not call you sycophant.

I do not care about others.

Are you shy, but you don't feel confident.

Do i look good?

I have a date with her in the evening. - So what?

You must help me climb over the wall.

Only you can help me. The rest are just cowards.

Besides, you can't refuse a cripple!

I found a passage between barracks legionnaires.

- You will be caught. - I do not care.

I don't care what they send me. in the disciplinary battalion?

And you will die in the rice fields?

I don't want Galenita In the country.

He is dangerous! Steal all my girls, eat all my rice!

You did not get it?

I'll be back in an hour. Wait for me, don't do anything stupid.

Say, Galena!

It’s true that when you make love, you always enjoy?

Well, you have questions!

My brothers are constantly running for the girls.

If they had not experienced pleasure, they would do something else, no?

Do not overthink.

Bye, dad.

What did you do? I have been waiting for you for 2 hours!

Turn it off, hurry!

- Are you in trouble? - I stumbled upon the commander of the 4th platoon.

He drank at the wall. I did not notice him!

He caught my leg. I was scared and began to escape.

And i punched my shoe in the face. I think he got a good punch.

- Did he see you? - He did not see anything, he was knocked out.

And I ran away.

Now sleep, dad.

Already some time reigns here an atmosphere of unacceptable discipline!

It must stop! Finally!

Being disciplined..

this is part of your debt in relation to the Fatherland,

which gives you education and feeds you!

Last time

I demand the bully to come forward,

who climbed over the wall at night and wounded the commander of the 4th platoon, surrendered himself!

Good.

If so,

you all take an oath.

Before the flag!

Legan!

I swear to honor, it's not me.

Ussu!

I swear to honor, it's not me.

I swear to honor, it's not me.

I know that all of you know who's guilty.

Not giving him away, you are as guilty as he is!

I swear to honor, it's not me.

When a man doesn't have the courage to take responsibility for their actions, he's a wimp!

He's Weak! pathetic! “By honor, it's not me.”

When a man is capable trample one's honor

he has no right wear this uniform!

Sorry, sir.

But ... you can't swear with left hand?

Okay.

Come back in platoon!

Following. - Loubrid!

I swear to honor, it's not me.

Well, man,

still not tired to be a pear for your champion?

No, not at all.

I at least know who gave me the look.

Church boys - the biggest scoundrels.

Get away from him, Georges!

You will se, he's a killer.

Just go, Georges.

And you stop showing off before the kids.

Do not forget who you are! - I don't forget anything.

You better shut up, and stop your nonsense. - What nonsense? Still afraid to say what happened on August 18, 1946?

- Shut up! - Fuck you, champ!

Left-right! Raise your fists! Left-right!

Left! Double left!

Left-right! correctly, don't relax!

Left-right! When you box, you don't have to think about anything else!

Otherwise, everything is meaningless! Forward! Left! Left-right!

Left-right! Left-right!

Be drawn Left-right! Okay, Everything's off. We better stop.

I'm sorry sir, I don't feel it today. I'm just tired.

Leave it!

On Sunday I am on duty. But if you have depression, don't come here.

You can get to the house yourself. And I will come to you after work.

What's up?

He beat me up, Francois.

He beat me up!

Oh, he's crazy. I'm afraid of him!

I'm sorry I'm telling you all this.

You're so sweet ...

Not a life i dreamed of.

That makes me pay for your frustrations.

As if I was to blame.

His life didn't go the way he wanted to.

Yeah.

And when he finds it, he hates the whole world.

Why? Because no longer boxing?

Previously, he wasn't.

Since...

Yeah, for several years now.. he's just not himself anymore.

Since 1946? Since August 1946?

Who told you?

What happened that day?

You'd better not know.

I'm afraid you will also start hating him.

I need you, Francois!

I feels that whenever she's with me...

I feel good about life.

But sometimes I think about dying with her

We'll be together forever with her body

alone, buried ...

How long have I been sleeping?

Almost 2 hours.

Sorry.

Feels stupid to sleep like that, Does it not?

No, not at all. When you sleep, you forget about everything.

Well, not about everything.

Don't feel sad!

If he finds out he;ll kill us.

"Amore Mio! Francois, this will be our secret until death.

You are the best I've had.

I'm not ashamed. He's like your child.

I love him and keep him in my heart always.

the Lord is angry on our love.

In a week you'll be here. I think about you every day.

Love me, please. Lena. "

What are you thinking now?

Feeling poor. Funny.

- What so funny? - that the commander now appreciates me,

and I wanted to kill him. - What did you say?

It was on the firing range.

I had one cartridge left..

I don't know what happened. My heart began to beat faster.

I aimed at his head!

For a split second I could shoot!

Gosha!

I only hope I'm not losing my mind.

Listen! Someone's coming!

Hide yourself! Hide yourself, I say!

Are you looking for someone, commander?

What are you doing here? Lie down - wring out!

How many, commander?

Time...

two...

three... - You need to be taught a lesson! Well, hold on!

Come on, sir, break.. my fingers, I beg you!

You - as your commander, eh? In the same ring.

But he is a coward.

Probably forgot to tell you about the match where he got his title.

Your idol defeated young boxer 18 years old.

And despite the gong, he continued to beat him.

Poor guy, He's in a wheelchair.

Paralyzed for life.

To whom to address your letter?

- I can't tell you. - As you wish.

Write:

"I love you.

I think about you every day,

in the constant desire to see you,

your scent ...

You really want me wrote "your scent"?

Yes, write.

... kiss your eyes,

your lips ...

press your chest,

your hips ...

Don't you think it's too much? Do you want me to write all this?

I think of your gentle vagina, wet and hot,

from where comes to me so much vitality.

I love you from the bottom of my soul. "

Come on.

Wow!

You swear not to tell anyone?

You can rely on me.

Galena!

I left boxing. - Left boxing? You?

I'm knocked out here!

Francois, open up! It's me!

What do you want?

Nothing for me. This is the commander. He can't spend a Sunday without you.

Come on, he's waiting for you. - I don't want to! I'll stay here.

And leave me alone! - Come on, come out!

Damn, what am I going to tell him now? Come out, I say!

You will be in trouble!

See for yourself, Francois!

Can you hear me?

What's happening?

Why are you not dressed?

Sorry, commander, but today's sunday so i can't.

Can't? Do you want to be punished?

No, sir. But rather I don't want to.

Why are you hiding?

What's going on, Francois?

What's wrong, son? - I'm not your son!

I haven't seen you lately.

You just avoid everything and everyone except your work.

Like you got sick and tired of learning! - Yes, sir, I lost the desire to learn.

You don't have permission to do that. You need to do something!

Do it for me. - Why?

You are not my father.

Then do it for yourself.

You can't be alone. Loneliness creates bad thoughts.

Bad thoughts make you think.

Besides, you can be lonely even when surrounded by people, eh, sir?

Sure.

Okay, don't give up.

You have no right to do so. There are people who believe in you.

And even such who love you

I'm not sure ... I don't know.

I know.

Come on, we'll be late.

"Morally and physically, everything seems okay?

Both morally and physically. And it seems to me I fight with all my heart and with all my might.

You know how fearful we feel in times like these?

You must win. We are sure that a triumph awaits you!

Therefore, I will fight even better.

After the praising by Pierre de Gaulle, Our correspondent in the United States informed ... "

His specialty is consistency. beats and hooks to the liver.

He attacks. Attacks on all fronts.

And since it hits faster than lightning, no one can withstand.

He sends them to the knockdown.

He is the king!

Slurry fell asleep.

Here it is for your 15 years.

Happy Birthday to Francois!

This is the first time! I don't know what to say...

Maybe cry a little, son?

It is necessary to blow out the candles at times.

Hold on

Open up

You know, Francois, this is a gift from Julien.

He never parted with this photo.

And this is his signature.

Thanks.

Me too There is a gift for you.

Beautiful pen.

And where did you get it?

- I bought it. - How did you "bought" it?

What is the difference, Julien?

Where did you go? So you left? When?

Answer me!

“Please, Julien, leave me alone.” - How dare you?

I forbade you to leave the house! Banned! - Let me go, Julien!

Let me go! (it.)

I hate you, Julien!

Stop it! Stop it!

You are crazy!

You shouldn't have invited me!

It was unnecessary to give hope that I can have a family!

Francois!

Francois!

Francois!

Francois ...

forgive me.

Forgive me, Francois.

And forgive him.

Why we should be unhappy?

No, don't be unhappy Francois! Never!

We must refuse to be unhappy.

I have so many things I would like to tell you.

Yeah I know.

No, you don't know.

If i would have been older, I would taken you out of here.

I would have taken you very far.

I would live with you in Italy.

I can't talk.

And I have so much to say.

It hurt so much that I can't express how I feel.

I feel good only with you. I don't give a damn about anything else!

Do you hear how your heart beats?

Do you hear? Francois?

I am happy with you.

I love you, Francois.

We will always be together, together, right?

Whatever happens, we will always be together, yes?

Whatever happens...

We will always be together, whatever happens...

I sudden strange anxiety engulfed me.

Too much happens at the same time.

I can't cling on to this hope of happiness much longer.

I feel that very soon something bad may happen.

I must say, son, - I'm leaving.

I got an internship at Rouen. We will not see each other for a long time.

Francois!

I know that I have no right to be in your life, but take care, baby!

Do not allow yourself to give up.

live up to the trust i have on you, as if i'm still around.

Attention!

Damn, he got drunk again. And we have to go nuts.

What did i do to get such a platoon?

But that will change!

You will finally understand soon that you are in a military school!

Shut up, Georges, and don't say shit.

What you said?

I said, "Shut up, Georges, and don't say shit! "

You!

To in 5 minutes

appeared before me in the form - tie and white gloves.

Bunk neatly refilled and below - in the yard!

- In the courtyard? - You understood me.

At the flagpole!

Be on the guard, don't sleep!

Yes, sir. Tell it to who prevents me from sleeping.

Here I talk, and you remain silent!

Of course, sir. I did not want to contradict you.

Badly tucked in! Poorly! Fill first. Run!

And silently!

But I am happy, commander! And when I'm happy, I can't help but sing.

He is happy? Is that so?

Well, since you like it so much dragging down the cot, we'll arrange it.

I have 4 thousand more sentries. For you it will turn out 4 thousand beds.

Thank you, sir. You are so kind to me.

I warn you in your interest stay quiet.

Anymore shit - and I'll kill you.

No doubt, sir.

As you understand, I demand that you apologize to your boss.

That's an order!

- I can't, sir. - Yes?

I hope you realize the consequences of your failure.

My duty is to warn you. - Thank you, sir.

I take responsibility for myself.

I won't change my mind.

All I can say is I have been waiting for a long time. some incident to break the sergeant.

Cadet Berto!

I will report this case to the colonel!

I'm sorry!

"Here, where I was thrown, I feel bad.

From now on, I am denied all comfort and luxury.

And yet ... my heart's fighting hard and racing...

from some kind of inexplicable joy. "

"Hang on, old man. We are all with you!" Signed - Galena. "

- What's your name? - Bertrand Laban.

But here they call me Spira. And you?

I no longer have a name.

Okay, Spira. Take care of your sandwiches.

Why are you telling me this?

Because you remind me of someone.

All right, bye, Spira.

"When I write, and the words leave these marks on paper

I have a feeling that they exist,

that thought they carry, spreads its wings,

impatient when written the whole phrase.

I think I found my place.

Peace penetrates me.

I am writing. I'm happy. "

Is it time to the dining room?

After what happened, you are forbidden to the dining room.

I who fail talk to no one,

now I can write. And this is such a relief!

Great consolation that becomes necessary for my survival.

The only concern is the amount the remaining pages are shortened.

Anxiety about being left out of paper makes me write more closely ".

"Dear Lena! I beg you, believe in my love.

I think about your body,

and the desire beating in me to take you and love, proves that I am a man.

Lena, I can't wait to grow.

With all my might I am attracted to the future ... into the future.

Wait for me, Lena! Amore Mio ".

3 more of our guys died there in the rice fields, at the other end of the world.

And our school for a few hours got coffins with their remains.

Well, dork? Have you learned to be silent and be respectful to your senior?

Under my supervision, you are allowed stretch your legs in the yard.

And when I say, you need to stand at attention!

I can easily imagine my body naked and cold, with closed eyes.

Me, Francois, who died under the same flag. And I pray for myself.

My fear of dying there in the rice fields in a strange way left me.

I am free.

The colonel has not yet decided yet what to do but

I only know that he thinks to expel you.

So it makes no sense to advise you sit quietly, do not lean out?

Go back to your work, as if nothing had happened.

Wait a minute.

That is yours?

Yes, sir.

I haven't shown her to colonel yet.

You understand my duty was read this notebook.

What I found there helped me understand what happened to the commander of the 4th platoon.

Otherwise, what you write does not concern me.

And not related to the army.

However, I will give you friendly advice.

Give it up. Think about your future.

And most importantly - keep writing.

You have a talent!

Well, I think I will give you back this notebook.

Is she probably dear to you?

Yes.

Thanks, sir.

- Hello, Francois! - Hi, Berto!

Hi Francois!

Good evening! We are glad to see you.

Great, Berto!

Hello, Christophe!

Hi Francois!

- Hello, Francois! - Hello, Berto!

Hello!

Hello Francois!

Hi daddy

- Have you thought it through? - I always thought too much.

I will do so to be expelled.

I have nothing more to lose.

It remains only to decide.

Okay, I must go. - shall i wait for you?

No, don't wait for me.

Bye Galena!

Bye Francois.

From this moment on, fate took over life of Francois, and everything spun quickly.

Disciplinary Battalion and Indochina.

Several letters from Lena miraculously reached him.

As for those that he wrote to her, then in a strange way

they disappeared from the box where she kept them

exactly on the eve of the day when Julien's motorcycle hit the wall.

Upon learning of the death of the commander, Francois burst into tears.

This shocked him, and everyday the nearness of death just made him anxious.

He could not imagine what else would happen that will increase his loneliness.

Galena!

Its not wrong to think like this.

Nothing ever happens as we imagined.

Francois ...

I want to ask you a question.

Letter...

then in the infirmary ...

Who did you write it for?

You will always surprise me.

I'm leaving you, old man ...

I am glad that I will die not alone.

Thanks.

Francois!