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CITIZENS! DURING BOMBARDMENTS THIS SIDE OF THE STREET IS DANGEROUS

THE CRY OF SILENCE

Based on the novel by Tamara Zinberg "Seventh Symphony".

The city was asleep, all covered in ice.

Piles of snow and silence.

In the snow, you can't see any tram lines.

Only the creaking of the sled blades can be heard.

They crunch and crunch, along Nevsky Avenue,

children's sleds, very narrow and funny.

They carry water in pots across the meadow,

firewood and junk.

And the dead... and the sick.

SIEGE OF LENINGRAD. FEBRUARY 1942.

This winter never ends.

It has to end someday.

Hope we don’t end before the end.

Hey, line-cutter!

Next.

You've already spent tomorrow's coupons.

What about the day after tomorrow? After all, it's already night.

We don't anticipate three days.

But it's almost night, you can.

And tomorrow, what are you going to do? Ask for this again?

Go to Cheskaya Street, they give it in advance there.

Please, I beg you.

Give her bread!

I can't anticipate the bread. Where am I going to get the coupons from?

Figure it out. Tomorrow you'll paste it on the control.

You must be well fed.

Don't you see she has coupons for a child?

Listen, give it to her.

Tomorrow I'll paste the coupon on the control.

You have a coupon for a child and one for a dependent.

Yes, yes.

Is it really yours?

Come on, hurry up.

Next.

BREAD

Zina Voronova.

Hello.

Hello.

I thought you had been evacuated with the factory.

- What about Aleksei? - He's at the front.

He writes that it's a nearby place.

It's been a year.

In March, he was sent to work. From there, they sent him straight to the front.

We were at the dacha in Volossovo.

We barely managed to get out of there.

We were bombed twice on the way.

I've never been so scared.

It would have been better if they had killed us back then.

We're going to starve anyway. How much more will we have to suffer?

Zina, dear, stop it!

You'll go crazy like this. Come to our factory.

Yesterday Borovaio went to our factory.

The evacuation of the northern part of the city has begun.

- Really? - Yes. They will definitely take you.

Your Aleksei is not just anyone.

He is a skilled worker.

He is known and respected. They’re going to evacuate you.

Yes, tomorrow I'll go to your factory.

Hey, wait.

How old is your Mishka?

Borovaio also informed

that those who have children under three years old,

are not evacuated, because of the severe frost.

After all, at that age, they would die on the way.

Can't they go?

How old is your son?

Are you listening to me?

Let me see the certificate.

He is dead.

I'm so sorry, miss.

Keep your identity and boarding pass safe.

They will not allow excess weight.

Don't take too many things.

Comrades, any excess weight will be left behind.

I can't take it anymore!

I can't stand being hungry anymore!

We are all going to die!

Zina!

Zina!

Where are you going? What about Mishka?

I'm leaving, I'm being evacuated.

They take us from the factory by car across Lake Ladoga.

And where is Mishka?

He died.

Darling!

Lord, what a tragedy.

How many children have already died.

Does Aleksei know yet?

Did you write to him?

I'm going to take my place in the bread line. The guard is watching.

I'm going to mark my place in line...

before it opens.

Wait a minute.

Lenochka, I'm here.

Mom.

Katia, open up!

I know you're there!

Go to the shelter immediately.

Katia, I know you're home.

Aren't you listening to the siren?

Katia, you stubborn girl!

You stubborn girl!

They're going to bomb our district.

What a stubborn girl you are!

I always have to drag you out of there!

Come on, walk.

Run to the shelter.

What a difficult girl you are, dear.

Apartment 6.

Zina Voronova. Was evacuated today.

What the hell. Didn't even close the door.

What a bitch.

How could she do that?

How cruel.

Now I'm here, I'll take care of you.

It's okay, let's go.

Come on, get down, be careful.

Whose kid is this?

Nobody's.

Tomorrow he will go to the orphanage

or to the children's triage center.

Maybe they'll find a relative.

How old is he?

Almost three years old.

Katia, stop asking silly questions. Walk faster.

Why silly? I just wanted to know.

Know, know...

There's a light in that apartment. They didn't turn it off.

It's been months of blackouts and they can't fix it.

Here, dear, take it.

Can you hold it?

Let me help you.

Hold on. That's right.

Run with him to the air raid shelter.

Katia, run, don't walk.

Come on, move. You're taking up too much space.

We want a place to sleep.

Come on, come on.

The worst thing is that...

we...

We are perishing in this trap.

Yes, yes.

Leningrad has become a trap.

And we're trapped in it.

And we'll all die here.

A senseless death!

At the front, it's okay...

But here...

They are women and children...

and we...

absolutely...

are useless. That's what's scary.

Not always...

it seems easy to solve at first glance,

what is useless...

and what is not.

In the 20th century,

in one of the most beautiful cities in the world,

we are violently forced to retreat...

to the Stone Age.

And here the question arises.

Is it possible to turn people

into cavemen,

as Hitler wishes?

Or not?

They will still continue to be human.

And answering this question

each of us must...

must resist until death.

And as for hunger or family,

believe me...

it's not the physically strongest who survive,

but...

the ones who can figure things out.

And you are good at that.

Children.

If we keep sitting still, Death will come storming in and claim you.

Why are you so annoying?

You only complain.

He complains about hunger.

We are all hungry.

But if everyone complains, what will that become?

Try to explain that to him.

Take it.

What a terrible cold.

Calm down, calm down, comrades!

Calm down, calm down.

Calm down, no panic.

Don't be afraid.

Let's light a candle.

This one here.

Thank you.

Everyone sit down.

Everything is fine.

A bomb fell on building eight.

It's our building!

It's hell in there.

Comrades, keep a distance of at least ten meters.

Don't get in the way of the firefighters.

Don't get in the way!

Is there anything to eat?

Back!

Is there anything to eat?

Anna Vassilevna!

Girl, why are you standing here? Get out of here!

Girl, I'm talking to you!

You can't stay here!

I know. Where do I take him?

- Who does he belong to? - To no one.

Anna Vassilevna was going to take him to the orphanage

or to the sorting center.

And she was killed.

Take him to the district council early tomorrow morning. Got it?

To office number 12. Is that clear? Do you understand me?

They will take care of him there. Get out of here, quick, quick!

Where do we go now? My house was bombed.

Ah, I understand...

Go to the police station.

Here are the keys. Open it, and stay there until tomorrow.

Take it. It's on that corner.

I still have a lot to do here.

Go.

I'm on edge! Don't interfere!

Air raid alarm ended.

Air raid alarm ended.

Did you come looking for me?

No.

Can I help you?

We were sent here. Our house was bombed.

Come in.

Sit down.

Let's see...

There's plenty of room.

Some were evacuated, others are in the barracks,

others died.

You can take a whole apartment.

No need, a room is fine.

Well... a room...

And why... aren't you accompanied by an adult?

Because we are alone.

My father died at the front.

And my mother died of starvation.

In December.

It will be difficult for you. So many have already gone this winter.

So many indeed.

Your certificate.

Nikonorova...

Kátia Dimitreva.

Born on January 10, 1930, in Leningrad.

And his certificate?

Do you need his too?

What do you think?

If he’s going to live here, then it’s necessary.

He doesn't have a certificate.

How so?

It was in the fire.

The certificate was at home, and everything burned.

Why do you carry your certificate and left his at home?

All right. What's his name?

Huh?

His name is Sergei.

Sergei...

Dimitrevich...

Nikonorov.

Date of birth?

He is three years old.

1939.

What month?

MAY 1ST.

May first.

May first.

Do you want help?

No, you’re coughing. You might get him sick.

Come in.

Put on winter boots, okay?

Let's fix something.

Who lived here?

A teacher.

A very cultured person.

He wrote books.

In the kitchen there are utensils, buckets, pans.

Don't leave the light on. Lower the curtains.

All right.

We'll be fine.

Is there no stove?

No...

They were evacuated in the summer.

Well...

occupy the third room.

Trifonov lives next door.

He can get a stove.

Tell him I asked, or he won't give it.

And...

In the attic...

There is firewood stored.

So you don't have to use the furniture.

There is an ax too.

The key.

Don't lose it, it's the only one.

Well, let's go...

Live!

Let's see how long you last.

If you need anything, look for me.

Stay here a little.

I'll get the stove.

I need to talk to Trifonov.

The housing director sent me.

Who's there?

- Are you Trifonov? - Yes, that's me.

The housing director sent me.

We moved here, our house was bombed.

He said you make stoves.

And I need one for my apartment.

Three hundred grams of bread, and the stove is yours.

I don't have any bread.

Then you can get lost.

But I really don't have bread. I can't give you mine.

I have a little brother at home.

Let me pay you in cash. Just say how much.

What am I gonna do with money?

It’s only good for starting a fire.

Go away.

We don't sell for money.

I won't.

We can't live without a stove.

We can't survive like this. Don't you understand?

Then don't survive. As if anyone needs you.

They do. Everyone is needed.

Enough of this.

We want to survive too.

And can you survive with a single ration?

Three hundred grams of bread or no stove.

You think I don't have enough money?

Just say how much.

I'll pay whatever you say.

I'll give a little now, I'll bring the rest tomorrow.

When I receive my pension.

You're persistent.

Is it your father's pension?

Yes, my father's.

So he's dead.

We also received the telegram of our son's death in October.

And what do we do now? Give everything away for free?

Give her a stove, Pelageya.

I'll take it to you.

Hey, girl, where are you going?

Where are you going?

I have a child at home.

For two people.

You're living there?

Yes.

When did you arrive?

Today.

My brother and I got a room.

He's still small.

A teacher used to live there.

I know, they already told me.

It must be a beautiful apartment.

Come in and take a look.

The poor thing just cries.

Always alone.

He hasn't eaten anything yet.

So...

Now everything will be alright.

Let's warm up. I got firewood for the stove.

Did you see the stove they gave us?

I got bread and three lumps of sugar.

Let's boil water.

Everything will be alright.

His name is Sergei.

Sergei.

He must not be well anymore.

Maybe he can't even walk anymore.

Why do you say that?

He's very weak.

It was the same at the neighbor's house, her daughter died last month.

She just lay there, just like your brother.

Well...

Do you want me to ask for her things for him?

They're no longer useful there.

You can ask.

He has nothing.

He needs a coat,

blanket and shawl.

I'll ask.

But I doubt he'll live long.

Who are you talking about?

Your brother.

That's not true! He will live!

What does it have to do with her daughter dying?

He won't die.

Don't listen to her, Sergei!

You're the one who's lost!

He will live a hundred years longer than you!

And don't listen to them! Let them kill each other, if they want!

They will all die soon, those damn fascists!

And you will live!

And Hitler will die like a pig!

And you will live!

And you'll be able to go back to school!

And you can eat sweets! Understand?

I understand.

Can you give me a lump of sugar, please?

You scared me!

Silly!

See you later!

Dad, where are you going?

Thank you very much!

We have just heard Beethoven's Seventh Symphony.

The broadcast was made from a recording

made by the Leningrad Philharmonic.

I'm new here.

I don't know anyone.

What was the last name you said?

Voronova.

Zina Boronova, building 8.

I know which one is building 8.

Where is Anna Vassilevna?

The old caretaker.

She is no longer with us. She died in the bombing,

when she entered the building.

Don't people here go to the shelter when the air raid alarm sounds?

Some do, some don't.

I'm tired of it myself. In the fall, there was an alarm all the time.

Here it is, building 8.

Attention! Attention!

Come on, sit down, sit down.

We are warning that the district may suffer an air raid...

Bombings again?

Yes.

As always.

Here.

Zina Nikolavna Vorovna.

She was evacuated.

On February 14th,

to Yaroslavl.

She was lucky.

It was shortly before the bombing of the building.

If you had come a little earlier, you would have found her.

To Yaroslavl?

With Mishka?

Who is that?

Our son.

Mishka Voronov, born in 1939.

He was just over a year old when I was sent to the front.

I can't find anything about him in the records.

Wait a moment, comrade soldier.

Here you are out of danger.

You can be killed.

I'm going anyway.

Aleksei!

Voronov!

AIR RAID SHELTER

Don't you recognize me?

No, I'm sorry.

Evgenia Petrovna, your neighbor from upstairs.

You look different.

Normal, right? Only half of me is left.

We barely survived here.

Did you hear about Zina?

- Was she evacuated? - Yes, with the factory staff.

I ran into her by chance when she was leaving,

on the day they bombed our building.

Evgenia Petrovna, is Mishka with her?

So you don't know?

She must not have written to you.

Or, if she did, the letter didn't arrive.

Your Mishka died.

Here, adults scream and children die.

Aleksei, dear, when the war is over, you...

you will still live with Zina and have many children.

You still will, dear!

Believe me!

You can believe it!

Where are you going?

Believe me!

Comrade soldier, aren't you hearing the alarm?

You can't stay here!

Come in here, please. Come in!

Comrade soldier.

Comrade soldier, are you okay?

Where do you need to go?

I know an alley there that leads to the canal exit.

I can guide you without problems.

Shall we go?

Let's go.

This way.

Quick, quick.

Get back here! Girl!

Comrade soldier, get back here!

Don't you see the danger?

I know these courtyards well.

Girl, why are you walking in the middle of the attacks?

It's like this all year round. Am I going to stand there?

I need to go home, my brother is waiting for me.

I can't wait.

- What's in this can? - It's soup.

I exchange the coupon at the canteen every day.

There's soup every day.

Come on.

It's this way.

We'll cut through.

It goes straight to the canal.

This is where we live now.

They shot at our window.

Now they're shooting at the houses that are on fire.

We set up the camouflage ourselves.

We take it off during the day, so the sun can come in.

He's very good to me.

- I'm coming. - Bye.

Listen, girl.

Hey, girl!

Take it.

But won't you need it?

Don't you have family?

No, I don't have anyone.

Hello, my dear!

Tired of waiting?

Look! A soldier gave us bread and canned meat.

Just like that, for no reason.

I was so shocked that I even forgot to thank him!

Daddy.

You spoke!

Say it again!

No, honey, that wasn't your dad.

It was just a soldier.

I think you filled your pants again...

It's okay.

He said he doesn't have anyone.

They're probably all dead.

When are you going to start talking to me?

Huh?

Well, shall we change you?

This is Moscow speaking...

Now let's eat some bread.

Take it.

Why are you breaking it up? Are you going to hide it to eat later?

Eat properly, like a person.

You need to live.

Here, take it all.

Take the soup and eat the bread too.

You don't have to save it.

We have plenty now.

I saved some.

We just can't eat it all at once.

Take it.

Eat, eat.

TEN MONTHS LATER

In December, our troops in Stalingrad

Continued to advance on the enemies.

During the offensive of our troops, the enemy was captured...

So, what do you say? We're holding up, huh?

Don't touch it, or you'll get dirty.

For every one who survived the siege, two didn't make it.

The armor is strong And our tanks are fast

And our people Full of courage

On the front line Are the Soviet tankmen

Sons of their great Motherland

Why don't you sing along?

You could learn some poems.

Come on, repeat after me.

You must, you must wash yourself

In the morning and at night,

Otherwise, all grimy, You'll be ashamed and embarrassed.

And you with that little face that hasn't washed its face.

Well, I'm going to wash you.

Come on, come on.

I think if that Chukovsky had to carry water from the spring,

he would stop writing these beautiful poems.

I think I'll give you a bath first,

and then I'll finish painting the poster.

But first I'm going to get water.

Okay? Will you wait?

Great, then!

Very good!

We put on the pants, now the t-shirt.

The t-shirt.

Like this.

Put your arms in.

Very good.

Now the pullover.

Now you're not a little piggy anymore!

Right?

You're clean!

Finish getting dressed

and I'll take the poster, okay?

Very good.

Get up, come on, get up.

You're freezing.

Come on, get up.

You're heavy.

Can you go?

Yes.

Then, okay.

So, the tasks are defined.

To work.

Now, regarding your question.

Anton Ivanovich, I made this poster.

Very good.

Oh!

Very good! Very good!

Did you paint it yourself?

Of course, she did.

Why?

What beautiful handwriting!

Of course, it's beautiful!

Don't you want to go to the hospital to help us?

Of course, she will.

I need to make a wall newspaper and some posters.

Can you do it?

I always did that in school.

But I can't be away for too long.

She can, she can.

I don't promise bread, but we'll get you soup.

Look how great, dear!

This song is not from here.

It's from Belarus.

My mother used to sing this to me when I was very little.

It's Katia.

Our little artist.

I'll call her here.

Katia.

Hey, Katia!

Tell me... with a leg like this, will any girl still love me?

I think so.

Ask them yourself.

Okay, you gave me hope.

I was getting worried.

Look at Valka. She doesn't even look at me.

Your handwriting is beautiful.

But the word "syringe" is with a "y", not an "i".

In the sentence above.

- Are you sure? - Yes.

I suspected...

I'll correct it.

Is it true, comrade Snegirev, that you shot down two planes?

One and a half.

The second one, when he saw me in the sky, died of fright right away.

War everywhere and all you hear are jokes...

- Lieutenant Snegirev. - Yes.

Go back to your bed, I'm going to distribute the food.

I'm going.

See? She's angry again.

Listen, we have a favor to ask you.

You won't deny something to a hero, right?

Sing for us what you were singing before, please.

"Our Little Quail".

Our little quail

Got old

Our little quail

Got old

You are mine You are my little quail

You are my dear little quail

And the little quail's paws Got sick

And the little quail's paws Got sick

You are mine You are my little quail

You are my dear little quail

Very good!

Thank you!

It was like being at home.

Very good, Katia! Very good!

What did you do, you clumsy fool?

Don't yell at someone who's hurt.

It was my soup.

You should have drunk the soup, not put it in the can.

You don't know anything.

I have a child at home.

A brat like you shouldn't talk to adults like that.

Hold that tongue.

I didn't understand.

Hold your tongue, I said. What didn't you understand?

Arguing with a little girl...

You were on the front.

And here people already have problems up to their necks.

Okay, okay.

I'm sorry, Katia.

I remembered you!

Not when you arrived, only now.

You gave us canned meat and bread.

Don't you remember me?

Now I remember.

How are you?

You had someone else there, right?

A sister?

No, a brother, Sergei.

Ah, yes.

Brother.

Masha, do you want help?

Comrade Captain,

I'd even let you dance, but the doctor would scold me.

It took a while...

but, as they say,

the letter found its hero.

Is he sleeping?

Was it a letter from your wife?

It was a wife.

I don't have a wife anymore.

I understand.

But life goes on.

Go to sleep, Volodia.

It's late.

Hang in there, brother.

Hang in there.

"Dear Aleksei,

I didn't write before so you wouldn't come looking for me.

We won't see each other again.

Our Mishka died, I won't return to Leningrad.

I won't have the courage to see you.

I met someone here with whom, perhaps, I will be happy

because with him I don't feel guilty.

If you can, forgive me.

Zina."

Oh, is that you?

You're doing a lot of shifts.

In our building, there's almost no one left.

That's why I come here.

Either I lean on the stove, or I lie here sprawled out.

Spring is coming.

It will be warmer.

It's very cold today.

It's so quiet...

For how long?

Maybe they're tired of all this.

Right?

Well...

It's shooting, it's bombs… and not even an onion at the market.

Maybe...

Maybe...

I hope no more bombs fall.

All this will end soon.

Here are your papers, Comrade Voronov.

- Did you receive the dry rations? - Yes, thank you.

Since you're from Leningrad, I gave you three more days at home.

I don't have a home anymore.

Anyway, rest in the city.

You lived on Stachev Avenue, right?

And I on Fontanka.

The city will be beautiful in the spring.

And in the summer too.

Thank you very much, doctor.

And for you I wish...

as the song from my youth in the Komsomol said,

"If it's death, may it be quick,

If wounded, may it be light."

That's right.

See you next time.

See you next time, Comrade Captain.

See you soon, Valentina.

When is this see you soon for?

Do you want to go back to the hospital?

Where are you going now?

I don't know myself.

Come visit me.

I get off my shift at eight in the evening.

I don't live far.

And I still have some wine.

Let's sit down and talk.

We can listen to music. How about it?

So?

I think so.

Great! I'll give you the address.

Can I grab a sheet of paper?

- Did you forget something? - No.

- Bye. - Bye.

See you tonight!

Katia.

I thought you had already left.

Let's say goodbye.

You don't need to walk me.

I have nowhere to go, Katia.

My apartment was bombed.

Oh, big deal. My house was destroyed too.

We had to go somewhere else.

Where did you live?

Hey, brother, got a light?

Thank you.

Can I walk with you for a bit?

To your new home.

If you don't mind, of course.

Look!

You scared him.

Let him fly around.

It's going to get warmer.

He came back.

Sergei!

Well...

Now I'm going.

It's better to stay with us.

Oh, I feel awkward... Won't I bother you?

- Hello, Sveta. - Hello.

No, you won't bother us!

Really?

Then, let's go.

We live here.

Hello.

What's your name, little boy?

His name is Serguei.

Serguei.

Well, let's go inside.

We're doing well.

You can leave your things right here, behind the closet.

Let's get a bed for you.

There are many iron beds in the yard,

from the houses that were destroyed.

I can sleep on the floor too.

Why on the floor?

I'm going to feed Serguei,

and then we'll go get one bed, it's right over there.

Does Serguei sleep there?

It's his bed.

How old is he?

He'll be four soon.

Ah, my Mishka...

would be the same age today.

He had a crooked leg, just like Serguei.

Katia, let me do that.

This is still a man's job.

And Serguei will help me, won't he?

Very well.

I'll run over there and be right back.

Now we have water in the yard.

Who's that with you?

The soldier.

It's a visitor. Alexey Petrovich, a friend of ours.

He's out of the hospital and will be back on the front soon.

Look how sly, and she's just a little girl.

Sly why? I'm not sly.

Aren't you? They get rations, you know.

All kinds of products.

Bread, canned goods.

Surely he'll share with you.

You're stupid, Sveta.

You may be an adult, but you're stupid.

I understand you, you need to feed your brother.

I didn't mean it badly, Katia.

You're the stupid one.

Silly.

There it is.

Did you like it?

It's a wristwatch.

A metronome, right?

Just smaller.

[NURSE'S ADDRESS]

I've already lit the fire. Now it's up to you.

Come on, Serguei, come wash your hands.

Katia, what happened?

Nothing happened.

Katia.

Sit down and eat, Serguei.

We don't need anything.

Take your products.

This is yours.

Katia, what's wrong with you?

Sit down.

The kettle is already boiling.

Well, Katia.

That won't work.

I don't like things like this.

I'd rather spend the night in the command office.

I wasn’t thinking about your products.

And who was thinking that?

Do you think I thought that?

Don't think those things, Katia.

Where did you get that idea?

He was already in the apartment.

We don't know who he is.

We affectionately call him Vasya. Right, Sergei?

Isn't that a good name?

Vasya?

Vasya... maybe...

Great bed.

In the spring, we'll have to cut grass.

It will dry quickly.

And you can make a straw mattress.

And cover it with the raincoat.

There won't even be time for the grass to grow...

I'm leaving in two days.

My wife had a fluffy shawl just like his.

It's been a while...

Is he nice to you?

Yes.

He's a good boy.

Never asks for anything. Never complains.

We both would have died

if you hadn't given us your bread that day.

I made soup with the canned meat, it lasted a week.

He was very weak.

Little Serguei.

He wasn't even walking anymore.

You saved him.

Do you love him very much?

Yes, very much.

I won't give him to anyone.

A person suffers when no one loves them.

And it's even worse if you have no one to love.

Every person should have someone to love.

Otherwise, they end up dying inside.

Isn't that true?

Maybe it is.

Aren't you freezing?

Why doesn't he ever talk?

Didn't you teach him to talk?

Let's take the bed apart. It will be easier to carry.

Sergei, come here.

Just don't think he's retarded.

He's very smart.

I think he doesn't speak because he spends too much time alone.

I'm only with him in the morning,

and at night, when I arrive, he eats and goes to sleep.

But I always leave the radio on.

And can't he go to kindergarten?

- Or are they all still closed? - No, they're not.

They are already working.

They give porridge for lunch.

And at night, they still give 50 grams of bread.

But only if you have the coupons.

But Sergei was not accepted.

They said that since I don't work, I can take care of him.

The director is very strict.

I've already been there.

I'm going to talk to her tomorrow.

What do we have to lose?

I'll say he's mine.

They won't look at my documents.

- Are you serious? - Why not?

For a good cause, a little lie doesn't hurt.

I think so too.

It's here.

Well...

The bullet fears the brave, So does the bayonet.

Give me the documents.

The booklet and the certificate. Don't lose them.

Very well.

Sergei Dmitrievich Nikonorov.

KINDERGARTEN N. 7

I think it's here.

What do you want?

There, we arrived, see?

It's here.

We are very happy.

Good morning!

I wanted to see with my own eyes the strictest director in Leningrad.

Nice to meet you.

Comrade Captain, try to understand me, please.

Don't interrupt me.

She is alone, without help from anyone.

She put the little boy on his feet.

She saved his life.

She survived and saved him. Are you listening to me?

Sergei, don't be scared.

The girl is small, she is still a child.

So, did they accept him?

- Of course! - Hooray!

What a time!

- Shall we take a walk around the city? - Let's go.

He stays in the garden until five.

What a beautiful city we have.

Yes, very beautiful.

Not even the war managed to destroy it.

Look, the Atlanteans.

A neighbor from our building died in this place.

She was on duty at the hospital all night.

In the morning, she was going home.

The planes were shooting everywhere,

shooting into the crowd.

A projectile exploded and hit her in the chest.

Our neighbor Anton Ivanovich was also injured.

But he managed to run to that side.

He only lost his arm, but she died instantly.

This is all very sad, Katia.

But don't be afraid anymore, okay?

Soon we will get rid of these damned fascists,

and we will live happily.

It's a quarter to five. We need to pick up Sergei.

Can you go there?

Sure. But where are you going?

I want to walk alone for a bit.

Do you mind?

No, of course I don't mind.

Just don't be late for dinner.

Sergei!

Put it there.

Do you want me to do something with this wood?

A ship?

Do you want to?

Great!

Get more.

That's it.

That's it, come on.

That's right, my little one.

Lunch for the carpenter!

Very good.

Let's wash our hands.

Now we just need to finish the ship.

We will launch it into the water together.

What will it be called?

I think...

Serguei will choose, won't he?

So he's starting to talk, isn't he? Let's go.

Let's choose together.

Will you come visit us?

I'm going to learn to make pies and bake them on Sundays.

Pie with jam, I love it!

For now, we can only dream about it.

Pies with jam are my favorites too.

Since before the war, I've never had a soup like this.

Seriously.

This soup only exists because of you.

Oh, stop saying that.

Or I might get a big head.

I'm going back to the front tomorrow.

Time is running out.

I think we'll only finish our ship tomorrow.

Sorry, kid.

But, you know what?

Amazing things sometimes happen.

Right, Kátia?

Huh?

Maybe.

Well, let's fly!

Let's go, let's go.

This is Moscow speaking.

In the last few hours...

After a successful attack,

enemies were captured.

Our troops have taken the city...

and the railway junction of Velikiye Luki.

Due to the refusal to lay down their arms,

the German garrison was exterminated.

Soviet Information Committee.

Well, I have to go. Run, don't be late for kindergarten.

The headmistress is really strict.

I have to go.

Wounded.

What?

Who's wounded, huh?

He spoke! Serguei spoke!

He really spoke.

You said amazing things happen!

How smart you are, my dear Serguei!

Isn't he?

I was wounded indeed, it felt like I was swallowed.

Building wounded.

That's right.

The whole city is wounded.

And yet it's beautiful.

She stands firm and doesn't bend.

What a clever boy!

Time to say goodbye.

Kátia.

Don't walk under attack anymore.

Did you hear?

Okay.

Do you promise?

Yes, I promise.

Come visit us again. Please.

We will wait a lot, a lot for you.

Defeat those damn fascists.

Win for all of us.

And come back alive.

You have to come back.

We love you.

Agreed.

And you need someone to love.

If it weren't for Sergei,

maybe I would have ended up on Stachek Avenue too.

When the bomb fell on our house,

only Anna Vassilievna managed to get me out of the house

and send me to the shelter.

We had been living there for six months, and my mother died of hunger.

Anna Vassilievna?

Wasn't she the caretaker of building 8?

You said you lived on Stachek Avenue?

Did you know her?

That day, she went back to the building and handed him to me in the courtyard.

I lied that Sergei is my brother.

I gave him that name.

I don't know his real name.

But you yourself said, for a good cause, a little lie doesn't hurt.

He's not your brother? What floor did he live on?

Apartment 6, on the second floor.

He was alone in Zina's apartment.

Maybe he's her son.

Mishka! Darling!

My dear son!

Little son!

He's alive!

How is all this possible?

What happiness!

Thank you, Katia!

My good girl!

I will always thank you! Thank you for my son!

So my Sergei is your son?

Are you my father?

Yes, son!

You see, Katia?

You see?

I'll explain everything to you later.

The most important thing is for you to take care of each other.

You two.

I'll be back soon.

I'll definitely be back.

And we'll all be together again.

Forever, all together.

Are you listening?

Do you hear me? All together!

All together.

I swear to you, Katia!

Daddy!

Take it.

Take care!