All language subtitles for Шагал - Малевич HDTV (1080i).en

(eerie music)

(eerie music)

(dramatic music)

(dramatic music)

[no audio]

[音乐]
[music]

[音乐]
[music]

(戏剧性音乐)
(dramatic music)

(戏剧性音乐)
(dramatic music)

[悬疑音乐]
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]

[非英语语音]
[NON-ENGLISH SPEECH]

[喇叭声]
[HONKING]

[尖叫]
[SCREAMING]

不，不，不，不！
No, no, no, no!

谁？
Who?

参议员。
Sen.

他为何沉默？
Why is he silent?

他不想呼吸了。他已经死了。
He doesn't want to breathe. He's dead.

快点，快点，快点！
Come on, come on, come on!

过来。
Come here.

世界如此神奇、明亮、令人恐惧又美丽，我停下了脚步。
The world was so magical, bright, terrifying and beautiful that I stopped.

从现在起，这无法承受的美在我心中燃烧。
From now on, this unbearable beauty is burning in me.

After 20 years, I got to Paris, the capital of the world painting,
After 20 years, I got to Paris, the capital of the world painting,

在那里，在工作室里，就像在夏洛夫利一样，周围是来自世界各地的同样贫困的人们，
and there, in the workshop, as in Chalauvoulie, among the same poor people who came from all over the world,

我完成了我最爱的艺术。
I achieved my favorite art.

然后他们会称我们为巴黎学派。
Then they will call us Parisian school.

然后他们将称我们为巴黎画派。
Then they will celebrate as the genius of world painting.

And then we all were held in the dark that torn from our souls,
And then we all were held in the dark that torn from our souls,

from our lives outside, into the world,
from our lives outside, into the world,

顺便说一句，它并没有急着认出我们。
which, by the way, did not hurry to recognize us.

And we learned to endure in museums and each other,
And we learned to endure in museums and each other,

在热情中，在精神里，在巴黎的地下世界，那些邪恶之徒之间。
in the heat, in the spirit, among the evil men of the Parisian cataboy.

哦，进去吧。
Oh, go in.

(birds chirping)
(birds chirping)

(speaking in foreign language)
(speaking in foreign language)

柏林展览的画作。
The pictures for the exhibition in Berlin.

马克，你已经两天没出门了。
Mark, you haven't been out for two days.

太糟糕了。
It's terrible.

要是你知道我为了这一天有多努力就好了。
If only you knew how hard it was for me to go to this day.

任何警察都会把我关进监狱。
Any police officer would have put me in jail.

现在你在那里寻找一名警察。
And now you're looking for a police officer there.

- 你做了什么？ - 我？
- What did you do? - Me?

(knocking)
(knocking)

(laughing)
(laughing)

(speaking in foreign language)
(speaking in foreign language)

(shouting in foreign language)
(shouting in foreign language)

(shouting in foreign language)

(shouting in foreign language)

(shouting in foreign language)

(shouting in foreign language)

(shouting in foreign language)

Oh, thank you, model, but I have a bride waiting for me at home.

I'm going to her from the first time I saw her.

He hasn't been at home for four years.

She has forgotten you for a long time, calm down.

No, she's waiting for me, I know.

[audience exclaims]

No, she's waiting for me. I know.

[music]

Bella, I've been transferred here. Can I read you?

It is an old struggle for freedom.

An unknown level, filled with passion.

A good cause.

A harsh, merciless, tender idea.

A immortal in all ages, in all tribes, in all countries.

Nothing to say about love.

But we are not locals.

We listen to feelings and roses.

Bella, do you want me to read you my poems?

I'll get them now!

Bella! Bella!

Shagal has arrived!

I'm sorry about that.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

It's too late.

It's too late.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

(siren wailing)

[BIRDS CHIRPING]

(birds chirping)

(birds chirping)

(birds chirping)

[MUSIC]

(soft music)

[music]

[speaking Russian]

[music]

Mark! Mark!

[music]

Well, Mark, you're a bastard! What's wrong with you, what's wrong?

The kid locked me up, hid the shoes, and they want to get me married for money, do you understand?

Yes, yes.

It's the first time I've ever fought with my parents.

Mark, what should I do? I hate myself.

Don't leave me, do you hear me? Don't leave me, don't leave me, my dear.

I can't live without you. Mark, don't leave me.

Bella, you'll be my wife, tomorrow I'll go to your father.

No, he'll overtake you.

Then fuck off, I'll take you to Paris.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

[NON-ENGLISH SPEECH]

He's the only daughter of our wedding.

The whole town will come to drink and have fun.

You're not lucky, man.

You're not lucky.

What are you doing here?

The bride shouldn't have seen you at the beginning of the ceremony.

- Where's your mark? - Mom will be there soon. Don't worry.

Don't worry. People are waiting.

Listen to me as much as they want.

It wasn't me who called them.

They'd have had enough of one mark.

I don't care.

Hey, you! Get away from here!

We'll break your legs!

Come on, come on!

This is our place!

Yeah, let's go!

Get away from here!

I'll get you now! I told you to get away from here!

This is their place.

Let's go from here.

Why don't you draw yourself?

My father doesn't draw. He's an orphan.

- What kind of animal is that? - A giraffe.

Where are they all coming from?

To us. To make it funnier.

- Do you want to draw at the crossroads? - Let's do it!

All the first people of the city are here. And where is this painter?

- Don't worry, he's coming. - It's better if he doesn't come to visit you.

- Hello, Mr. Chairman. - Hello, Mr. President.

- Hello, Mr. President. - Hello, Mr. President.

- Hello, Mr. President. - Hello, Mr. President.

- Look, you love to travel, and you would rather visit the city more often.

- After all, it would be necessary to sacrifice our not the richest brothers and sisters.

- I'll deal with it.

- And where is Nekta? - He won't hurry.

- It's very bad. - Here he is!

- Go around him.

- Naum, come to yourself. She has always been waiting for you.

- Yes, I'm happy with her.

- Vitebsky, a lot of beauty. - My bride is a revolution.

- She will hang you or they will send you to Siberia.

- I will give my life for the great goal. - And your poems?

- To make the world with my own hands.

- This is the singing of not any poems.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

[MUSIC PLAYING]

[MUSIC PLAYING]

[MUSIC PLAYING]

[MUSIC PLAYING]

[MUSIC]

(singing in foreign language)

(singing in foreign language)

(singing in foreign language)

(singing in foreign language)

(singing in foreign language)

(singing in foreign language)

(singing in foreign language)

(singing in foreign language)

(singing in foreign language)

(singing in foreign language)

(singing in foreign language)

(singing in foreign language)

(singing in foreign language)

(singing in foreign language)

(singing in foreign language)

(singing in foreign language)

♪ I'm going to go on a trip ♪

♪ Yeah, I'm going to go on a trip ♪

[MUSIC]

[MUSIC]

(melancholy music)

(speaking foreign language)

Don't they laugh at you in Paris?

They laugh at me.

God, in three days I'll be in Paris!

This is Uncle Gustav's shop.

Hey!

Hey, where's the police? They're robbing the shop!

Uncle Gustav!

Why are you running all over the place, Salin?

We'll get you, brothers, until we get out of here!

Uncle Gustav!

Uncle Gustav!

(dramatic music)

What? You don't know what I'm talking about, do you?

It's a war.

What kind of war?

Don't dare to threaten my husband!

It was a war.

[MUSIC]

[MUSIC PLAYING]

[MUSIC PLAYING]

[MUSIC PLAYING]

[GUNSHOTS]

[SCREECHING]

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]

- Hey!

[NON-ENGLISH SPEECH]

[GUNSHOTS]

[SCREECHING]

(dramatic music)

[MUSIC PLAYING]

(grunting)

[GRUNTING]

[GUNSHOTS]

[NON-ENGLISH SPEECH]

[NON-ENGLISH SPEECH]

[NON-ENGLISH SPEECH]

[NON-ENGLISH SPEECH]

[NON-ENGLISH SPEECH]

(singing in foreign language)

(singing in foreign language)

(singing in foreign language)

(singing in a foreign language)

(singing in foreign language)

[MUSIC PLAYING]

[MUSIC PLAYING]

[NON-ENGLISH SPEECH]

I can't work anymore. I just throw it in my neck.

Maybe we'll go to Vitebsk. They're family there. They'll help.

Now is the time for great opportunities. You can't let them go.

- What for? - So much evil.

Art needs to be carried away like never before.

- You know, the winner! - You're not afraid of it.

I can't be weak.

Do you know what?

I made art from Vitebsk City.

Yes. Vitebsk is sleeping and seeing.

It's happiness. He's sleeping and seeing.

If we wake up, we'll imagine that our ideas will be enough.

His ideas of happiness will start to arise everywhere.

We'll transform the country. It's a revolution.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

Mark, you're here at war.

I'm glad to be here after the rain.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

[NON-ENGLISH SPEECH]

One, two, three, four.

Thank you!

-Thank you! -Thank you very much.

Thank you. We were settled in a bourgeois apartment.

Six families, each in the room.

And once a bourgeois lived there.

We were washing in the bathroom, we didn't have to go to the yard.

We need a room right in the apartment.

-Thank you! -Good job!

Mark. Mark.

I can't believe it.

(laughing)

(speaking in foreign language)

(speaking in foreign language)

[speaking Russian]

[laughs]

- Thank you. - Do you write poems?

What poems?

- "The Housewives."

- I'm going to talk to our swamp.

I'll make a modern art center. Will you help?

- What? We have a front here.

- We can't wait for the future.

There are so many talents.

It was impossible to help the priests.

Now Vityapsk will become Parisian.

A little one, but Parisian.

[gunshot]

What?

You didn't find the best place?

Comrade Naum, you're right.

His bridge is broken.

His troops are going to the front.

Sabotage.

You see?

You see how many people have to work.

It's not time for art.

It's not time.

I mean, I'm with the secret.

There's an order from Comrade Lenin.

He fired for Sabotage.

- Where is the center?

- The art commission.

Vityapsk is a governor.

And under his leadership,

Vityapsk has to create

an art school,

an art museum and an academy.

- Mark,

what do you have on your head?

- Min,

do you want to create a paradise here?

It's paper.

(door opening)

(speaking in foreign language)

- Take it, go, don't be a commissary.

- Am I supposed to kill?

- Silence, orators, your word, comrade Mauser.

- No, it's not for me.

- Do you know how many drawings hate you and want to eat?

- How many?

- Comrade Lenin ordered. In Russia capitalists?

- 1100.

- 1200.

- Cups.

- 300.

- Lzhev Filosofov.

- Well, these people are 100, but they don't teach.

- Gendarmes, priests, bullets, maraets, shameless.

- Mark.

- Commissar, this is dangerous.

- Wait.

- Where is Abel?

- With me.

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]

Commissar Shagal.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

(sirens blaring)

(speaking in foreign language)

(speaking in foreign language)

(speaking in foreign language)

She's the same, yet more beautiful.

And you married him, your wife?

No, you know, my wife is a revolution.

And this is your daughter?

Didn't Mark say that?

The same beauty as his mother.

Naum! Comrade Naum!

See you.

What is this house for?

It was shot down, the house is occupied.

And whose house is this?

Comrade Naum, we want to give it to the hospital.

The psyche will be more modest.

Especially the artists have a little psyche.

Comrade Shagalo.

Here will be the workshop of the photographers.

At the bottom of the sculpture, the workshop.

Here will be the workshop of Alevich.

I will gather the best artists of Alangard, Moscow and Petrogram.

You think I will come?

We will not save.

There is hunger, and here is the city.

And here will be my students.

Class is in the description, the graphics and the drawing.

Excuse me, Mikhail Zakharovich.

We are the owners of this house.

The former.

Excuse me.

You could not have left us one room,

or at least give us an envelope with your wife.

- Mark, Mark, it's Vishniky.

They were so happy at our wedding.

It's our friendship.

- Bel, Bel, the teachers from different cities will come.

I don't need to settle them somewhere.

It will be a school, there will be young and talented teachers.

No, I'm sorry, it's out of the question.

No, excuse me, excuse me.

- Israel Volfovich.

Israel Volfovich.

Here, take it.

At least for the first time.

- Bel, do you understand?

- I don't have time for that.

- Bel, Bel.

Bel, it's a revolution.

Bel has a hope, they will write a picture.

I can't do anything else.

But our friendship.

Bel, Bel, I can't do anything else.

- We're the first.

If he doesn't accept me, I won't survive.

- Well, if you want, I'll give you half of my pictures.

- So what?

It's even worse for you than for me.

- Let's go, Bel, let's go.

- Your father won't let you anyway.

- Look, what beautiful girls.

You won't come to the streets like that.

Do you know that the artists don't draw their heads?

- Dumbass.

- That's their education.

Where am I?

What am I, an artist?

I'll thank you.

- Look, how interesting everything will be.

- Look, Bel, I didn't think there would be so many of them.

- Mark, go and tell them something.

They are waiting for you.

- I'll try.

They will laugh at me.

- Friends, art has stopped being fun for the rich.

A new world is opening up for you.

Get into it with the owners.

And you will change your life around.

(cheering)

(speaking in foreign language)

[SIREN]

Hey, man, have we ever seen each other before?

Did you draw on the fence back then?

Your drawings? Let me have a look at them.

You used to be more cheerful, didn't you?

Yes, I am.

I was in Paris from the beginning, so lonely,

that I was ready to run back and forth in a lullaby.

In the lullaby, my family took me away.

Rambond,

Botticell,

Pongog.

I knew who to compare myself with.

I knew that I lived in this family for 300 years,

or 500 years.

Mom, you have to get into this family,

you have to feel the earth under your feet,

which grew up in you.

And then you push yourself away

and fly into the sky.

Is that why everyone is flying?

Not everyone, but when they are happy.

(gentle music)

[MUSIC PLAYING]

[MUSIC PLAYING]

[MUSIC PLAYING]

[MUSIC PLAYING]

[MUSIC PLAYING]

[NON-ENGLISH SPEECH]

- What? - It's a beautiful corner!

It's like this.

Lyuba, let's get out of here.

Let's go.

Let's get out of here.

- I'm sorry. - Come on.

Let's go, girls.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, we're busy.

I want to take my son, I'm sorry.

I'm a stranger, I don't want him to come back.

She's stupid about herself.

Our religion prohibits any image, so...

Guys, our religion teaches love and my life, too.

Can I not look at this mess?

Yes, listen, I gave him a task.

To draw what love is.

Lyuba drew you.

[BIRDS CHIRPING]

[GRUNTS]

(sighs)

It's a tree, it's you. God is against it.

(birds chirping)

(groaning)

[MUSIC PLAYING]

(birds chirping)

(speaking in a foreign language)

(speaking in a foreign language)

(speaking in a foreign language)

Oh, I'm not looking, I'll fix everything.

Oh, I'm done for.

A genius.

(sighs)

(knocking on door)

(speaking in foreign language)

I love your husband.

I'm sorry.

Who are you?

I'm a student of Mark Zaharevich.

I love him and I want to be with him.

Interesting news.

What's your name?

Sonya.

Sonya.

Come in.

(doorbell rings)

(speaking in foreign language)

(speaking in foreign language)

And what does Mark Zakharovich think about your plans?

He doesn't know anything yet, I haven't told him.

And you assume that he loves you too?

And the most important thing is that I love him, most of all in the world.

I ask you as a woman to leave him, he will be better with me.

Sonya, but I love him too.

No, your love is like mine, you love him as a husband,

and I love him as an artist, as a pair, as a beggar.

But also a little bit like a man.

Oh, Fima, never marry someone who's an artist.

I can see it, I can see it with my heart, I can see it with my eyes.

Mark Zakharevich, where are you inspired?

Wait, wait, wait.

Inspiration?

I'll show you.

I'm pouring from the ground, and it gives me strength.

If you look in that day, you'll see the stars.

My dear, dear stars of my childhood.

They fly to me from incredible heights.

I think I got it!

I got it!

I got it!

I got it!

[MUSIC PLAYING]

- Hello. - I hate myself. I wasn't right.

- Oh, so you broke up with Marko Zaharovitch? - No, no. He's my ideal.

- What husband is this happiness? - Happiness.

- The artist will never be complete. - Yes.

- The artist will never be complete? - No, he will never be complete.

- He will never be complete. - Yes, he will never be complete.

- He will never be complete. - The artist will never be complete.

- He will belong to his inspiration, the crowd, the old picture, the new idea, but not to you.

- I will try. - But you will have to endure everything and not ask for anything in return.

- Try to endure him with humility, with closeness. You are for him a mother, you are for a ring, a nanny.

- I understand, I did everything for the sake of art. - Art? Yes, well, great.

- But Marko Zaharovitch is not from the world.

- Will you be able to protect him? From your artist?

- From all those who have teeth, fists, pistols.

- I want to fly with him and create. - Here, here.

- Remember, Sonya. In order for one to fly, the other must stand firmly in the ground.

- Here. No grain, yes?

- So there will be no spring, we will die.

- The work class in Moscow is full of hunger. Comrade Lenin asks to give bread to the proletariat.

- And you, instead of class solidarity.

- What is this? A mouser?

- Well, yes. Why is he? He flies along the water to the sky.

- From Picasso? He is responsible for this. I drew your portrait, and now try to look like him.

(laughing)

[CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING]

Well, you're just like a bear.

And what's this?

Half a man.

Are these people chopped into pieces?

That's what I understand, the bright future.

That's the natural cycle.

People from these pictures will go to jail!

Lyova, Mark Sakharovich is learning love.

And you have death, death, death.

There's no love.

There's only death around.

(birds chirping)

(speaking in foreign language)

Well, guys, I got the hang of it for you.

Hurrah!

Let's cut it!

Where is Lvov?

He won't study anymore.

What do you mean?

[BIRDS CHIRPING]

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]

[birds chirping]

(birds chirping)

(dramatic music)

[BREATHING HEAVILY]

(birds chirping)

[BREATHING HEAVILY]

(gentle music)

(soft music)

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]

What happened, Lyov?

What's wrong with you?

My sisters were killed.

And auntie.

And grandpa with grandma.

Grandpa wanted to save them.

And they were killed too.

Probably, I won't be able to forget that.

Some kind of work of death.

When I draw, it feels like my skin is peeling off.

But just to forget it, I can't.

I shouldn't draw.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

[NON-ENGLISH SPEECH]

- Okay.

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]

[MUSIC PLAYING]

[BREATHING HEAVILY]

(dramatic music)

[MUSIC PLAYING]

[SPEAKING RUSSIAN]

[BREATHING HEAVILY]

It's not just yours.

You were given the order.

Will you refuse?

He won't forgive you.

Mark, you signed up for the gun, and you forgot to take it.

Are you crazy, Sasha?

Get a little kid in the house.

Don't worry.

He's not charged.

I have something for the kid, too.

Here.

[KNOCKING ON DOOR]

Hm?

It's for you.

You...

You take it.

There was no husband.

Mark will take it.

[BIRDS CHIRPING]

This bird is on the attic.

And it's crying over there.

The kid is scared and crying.

Bird?

Let me see.

[BIRDS CHIRPING]

Look.

What a miracle.

We have two of us.

I have only one child.

[BIRDS CHIRPING]

We have children.

Maybe I didn't become a commissar?

[BIRDS CHIRPING]

Don't touch them.

Or the mother will refuse.

[THEME MUSIC]

All on Saturday, October 10th.

[BIRDS CHIRPING]

[CHATTER]

[SPEAKING RUSSIAN]

[SPEAKING RUSSIAN]

[SPEAKING RUSSIAN]

Second.

Right.

Third.

Right, right.

Good.

Tell me, Bella, how to remove it?

There's a lot of me.

Guys!

Mark Zaharovitch,

let me have the opportunity to enjoy the art of art.

Leave everything.

Okay, okay.

That's about the tail.

That's the kind of caracola people get.

What kind of a vulture are these artists?

We don't envy the genius of the past.

Our genius is coming.

Parachute!

[MUSIC PLAYING]

[MUSIC PLAYING]

[MUSIC PLAYING]

[MUSIC PLAYING]

[MUSIC PLAYING]

[MUSIC PLAYING]

[MUSIC PLAYING]

The flag is flying!

(triumphant music)

(speaking in foreign language)

(speaking in foreign language)

And now we honor the Traps and Charism!

Hooray!

Lidipsky has killed the heart of art.

But art has always lived and will live according to its own laws.

We are told, "Why are we in the minority?"

Yes, the creators of revolutionary art have always been and are in the minority.

But we will not be, because the labor people will come to the rise of culture and art.

[music]

Only what is all this has an attitude to Marxism or Leninism? Mark, you are not

bothered that no one in your picture understands any person. The innovators always start in loneliness.

The revolution has deprived you of your right to loneliness. The revolution is for everyone.

But he didn't understand me.

Mark, don't be angry.

I won't think about it.

Malievich will come. He will show us what real innovators are.

[music]

(speaking in foreign language)

(speaking foreign language)

[speaking Russian]

I'm a great artist, living in the sky and the earth.

And this is us, our teacher, Mark Shagall.

Did you hear that?

The waves!

[MUSIC PLAYING]

(footsteps)

(speaking in foreign language)

(audience laughing)

(speaking in foreign language)

(door slamming)

(speaking in foreign language)

(audience applauding)

(speaking in foreign language)

(laughs)

(speaking in foreign language)

What do you want?

I'm not used to it yet.

Can you draw something?

I can do something.

(footsteps)

(footsteps)

- Now what is this?

What does it look like, student?

You came up with a new form.

You're an artist.

Gena is sleeping in you.

And we'll wake her up.

Make friends.

Create new forms.

Fantasy them.

Draw not what you saw,

but new, unseemly forms.

Art is not a duel of reality.

Here's a living wife,

and here's a living wife on the picture.

It's not art.

Art, my friends,

is a way to understand and feel the essence of life.

Does it make sense?

Nature has a living picture,

and you can't admire it.

但重复它是一场决斗。
But repeating it is a duel.

And there's a duelist,
And there's a duelist,

但不是艺术家。
but not an artist.

马克·扎哈切夫。
Mark Zakharchev.

这简直是一种恐怖。
This is some kind of horror.

我们一直在等待，我们一直在等待。
We've been waiting, and we've been waiting.

Who?
Who?

Malevich.

Why is he teaching students?

Everything is rotten, and there's nothing but his teachings.

In his opinion,

only the dumb and merciless artists

hide their sincerity.

We need not sincerity, but the truth.

And the truth is only what he says.

In art, we do what the chemists do in medicine.

We divide the active part of the funds.

We divide the supreme part of the money.

This is nonsense.

So, what do you have here?

I have bread and salt.

To Matyushin?

Yes.

And you, Malevich?

We send food only to relatives.

Speculation is forbidden.

Wait, comrade, what Speculation?

This is my friend, an artist.

They are starving there.

Comrade...

Comrade Malevich is a teacher at our school.

Mark Zakharovitch, what's your answer?

Please, thank you, thank you, thank you, Mark.

They're hungry there, you see.

What do I need? Tea and bread.

And the salad and garlic, this is already a waste, let's say.

In fact, I'm a self-taught man.

但对我来说，绝对艺术的理念却有着更为昂贵的生命。
But the idea of absolute art has a more expensive life for me.

而人们也变得阴郁。
And the people are dark.

我的话语越简单，我越无法理解。
The simpler my words, the less I understand.

昨天在城市里，随着一声哨响。
Yesterday in the city, on a whistle.

在十字架之后，学校和艺术正在被出售。
After the cross-arm, the school and art are being sold.

你带了洗漱用的肥皂吗？
Did you bring the soap for the wash?

肥皂呢？
And soap?

有肥皂。
There is soap.

进来。
Come in.

伙计们，每块肥皂和一把拖把。
Guys, each piece of soap and a mop.

[speaking Russian]
[speaking Russian]

(speaking in foreign language)

What's he doing here?

He's drawing a portrait.

Guys, who did the housework on the landscape?

Are you drawing a landscape?

Are you still here?

No, I'm not.

We destroyed the subjectivity a long time ago.

All this junk of ordinary things.

Of course, it's easier to draw a square.

Everything is brilliant, simple.

Yes, and the most brilliant were the cavemen.

But all your artists didn't go far away, understand?

And in general, thousands of years they only do what they steal and copy.

Copies are always dead.

The body of art, painted by nature, is placed in a coffin

and printed with a black square.

And in general, an artist shouldn't steal from nature.

He should enrich it with clear and accurate shapes.

Crosses to zero. Here is your art.

You don't understand anything about primatism.

- You're silent, pervert. - Really?

Do you know who it is?

- Who? - Get out of here.

You're a clown, and you're in a circus!

And you're drawing the square of Malevich.

- I don't understand anything about him. - Yes, all of you are.

Are you crazy?

- I'm for Malevich! - We don't draw the cows in the sky.

- We're making them. - And you have nothing to say about Malevich.

Malevich, bring the energy to the world.

- Tell the members through us. - You can't understand that.

- We have new forms of modernity. - You see?

This is Malevich's work. He's studying at our school.

It's our past. Rembrandt, Raphael, Poticeh.

- And who are you? - You're the past, and we're the future.

The New Year begins with the fight.

All of us are like people.

- Stop it, guys. - Stop it!

Stop it!

The goal and consciousness is higher than intuition.

The mind creates a completely new form of nothing.

Now you understand that it's in the unadulterated update.

The future of art.

Marsha Zaharovitch.

Master Malevich is actually a sect.

In the center of his studies is the prophet, the Messiah, the living God.

He needs an inexperienced subordinate and promises to communicate with the cosmos.

Do you understand? With the cosmos.

An artist.

Then an artist, when he has his own world, his own view on the world.

Fight with him.

Well, it's called the Demos.

Here's my Lover.

Everything is wonderful, what the spirit creates.

A person will hang on the walls.

Everything that was bought into private houses will become a result of the people's mass.

Here will be my paintings.

There, we'll put our avant-garde.

And here, I'll hang your portrait.

Which one?

The one I wrote when I walked into the window.

Mark, you won't do it.

Mark, don't take it away.

Mark, don't take it away.

Mark, don't take it away.

(laughing)

(speaking in foreign language)

What is it?

What is it?

What is it?

Are you from Shagalo?

No, we are from the workshop.

Let's go over there.

Can we go to Shagalo?

No, we can't. Clean up the territory.

Why are you taking us to the museum?

Yes.

Hurry up, guys.

Trotsky will be here soon.

We can kill them here.

Shoot them.

The Lord will figure out who is right and who is wrong.

Quiet.

Quiet, quiet, quiet.

Quiet, quiet.

Take them away.

There is my daughter.

Quiet.

Wait, there is my daughter.

Yes, I told you, they are here.

But they are harmful.

We shouldn't have been here.

We shouldn't have been here.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

(baby crying)

(speaking in foreign language)

My mom is with you, my love.

Be quiet.

Be quiet.

Poor girl.

How long have you been patient?

What if you were not on the mind?

God knows what would happen to her.

Thank you on the mind.

[BREATHING HEAVILY]

[SPEAKING RUSSIAN]

[gunshots]

(gunshot)

(train horn blaring)

(speaking in foreign language)

(speaking in foreign language)

(banging)

(speaking in foreign language)

(speaking in foreign language)

Don't forget, they're already on the ground.

I'm thinking, how many jasms do they put under the skin of this city?

We cut them out, we dig them out.

We have in our blood our hands and our teeth.

We've burned all the English wings.

I don't believe it.

Why are you hiding like a boy?

You're going to regret it.

Any money in this city is enough for you.

You know what, naum?

I've lost my sister-in-law.

She fell in love with my daughter.

She found out, that I had an affair with Katargo,

and she was pregnant.

They put her under the skin of my mother-in-law.

He got angry and beat her up.

And they could have run away.

But they didn't run away.

You're lucky, naum.

Katargo earned it.

Well...

Let's take a step forward,

we'll cry and shoot.

Where are the children in Davia?

Under you.

Idiot! Idiot!

They're my friends.

We grew up together.

You pigs!

He's gone!

He's gone!

Hey, where are you going?

Where are you going?

Mark...

I had a bad dream.

Something's going to happen.

Be careful.

Can you hear me?

Idiot, it's the happiest time of our lives.

(sniffling)

(speaking in foreign language)

Mark, it's your birthday today.

Give him a vest.

The master's tachycard.

Oh, your mom is crazy.

You can't love a man so much.

You can't.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

Mark, you're next to me, not here.

Your thoughts are about school and about pupils.

And you completely stopped writing.

The artist fell asleep in you.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

[SPEAKING IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE]

- Why do we decorate tram-vike? - It's an important star.

It moves, it connects all the motionless objects.

And from there to the top, to the entire space.

It's immediately clear that these circles and squares

and your dead, alive form, they exist.

It's breathing, it's moving.

Artists have gone down a lot.

You won't understand where the hall is, where the counter-revolution is.

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]

[SPEAKING RUSSIAN]

[SPEAKING RUSSIAN]

The Christ was transformed into a church,

and his immortal cell,

and our art,

is transformed from simple forms

into the magical power of the picture,

which is combining the space.

The signal does not lie,

it is a natural sector.

I am the creator of it,

in abstract forms.

And let's walk through it,

they are all the same.

I am listening to you.

It is very interesting.

Who are you going to send a message to?

Don't you trust God?

Leave God.

Did Comrade Shagal order you to do this?

No.

I have my own idea.

How can it be so? Without evidence, she is a boss.

In the scale of space, Shagal is a commissar in a small town,

and I am the representative of the space.

The whole space?

Maybe you are God, God.

Do you look like him?

I only think of who is more.

Krishna or Buddha.

Or maybe Zarathustra or Muhammad.

You are not only educated and educated.

Guys, get out of here.

People are busy with business.

Come tomorrow for a holiday.

Go to the tram.

You first.

Where?

Take off your hands.

What's the matter?

Take off your hands.

Take off your hands!

Guys, artists, servants of other forms!

Take off your hands!

They are made of cast iron!

Now throw the gun here!

Don't shoot them, they are choked.

We are going to disperse before everyone.

Disperse the blood of the world!

See, we are doing it!

See, art is turning reality into attraction!

(dramatic music)

(speaking in foreign language)

It's our chance to land the entire space.

I invented the new language of abstract forms.

It's a breakthrough from Earth to space.

Shagal prevented your sectarian activity.

Dear man, I repeat again.

We are the creators of a new art.

So you didn't prevent it?

Then write about it and we will let you go.

Any real art is a conversation between a person and God directly.

But today the language of new forms is never important.

And what are we doing?

We will emphasize art.

The whole single day of our lives.

There will be no stories, no Dota.

And what will remain?

The color of forms.

The living ideas of our earth.

There is no one.

Naum.

Naum.

This is some kind of misunderstanding.

Malevich is only interested in art.

So.

Zavet, Vera, magic.

The message of the gods.

The sectarian lexicon.

Try it, but it's just a metaphor.

And the signals from schools.

The same words, the same metaphors.

Or they need to be understood literally.

Mark, write something against the sect of Malevich.

I will not write anything!

So how?

The sect is created with your consent.

I think I studied with another person.

We are redoing life, it redoes us.

It's normal.

I will go to the colonel.

He will support Malevich.

You are my leader.

We will get there.

I will go tomorrow.

Okay.

I will let you go tomorrow.

The latest news is not comforting.

The Poles are approaching the city.

The distance to the front is 10 kilometers.

Tomorrow the city with the leadership will arrive at three more regiments.

We need to place them somewhere.

Go ahead.

Wait.

Naum.

Where is Malevich tomorrow?

We will figure it out, the matter is not simple.

The students are waiting for him.

The students will go to the front.

My students have weapons.

We gave it to them. We will remove it.

The mobilization.

What mobilization?

You will take the 100, you will return 10.

What will you do after the victory without the artists?

We will design the city of the future.

The city of happiness.

Go to St. Petersburg, learn from the architects

and pay for the dream in reality.

Not bad.

Good.

That's all?

What's so little?

Find out who is hiding.

Guys.

They will take you to the age now.

The weapons have been removed.

Well, we will go to fight.

No, no, you have to hide until I kill you.

Where are you going, Vitebsk, you are small.

And we are big.

Let's go. Let's go. I'll hide.

Mark, here's Borsch. Sit down. You don't eat anything at all.

- Let's go after the second one. - Belle, Belle.

Where are the guys hiding? They're taking them to the front.

Let's go. First, we'll sit on the attic.

And then we'll think about it. Let's go through the kitchen.

- Anya! - Huh?

- I need your help. - Huh?

- I need to listen to the radio. - Well?

- We need to take the guys to the hut and hide. - Is it dangerous?

Yes.

- I'll go with you. - No, I'll go by myself.

The horse is a novice. You can't do it by yourself. Let's go. Let's go.

- Let's go! - Yasha, be quiet.

Take the upper ones.

Your leg is visible.

Where are you going at night?

We're going home.

We went to the relatives' house and got late.

And you, if not the saboteurs,

won't you take the forbidden one out of the city?

The price, the visibility...

What are the prices?

Oh, the relatives' house is the last one.

Check it out.

What are you talking about? What's the price?

Oh, the last one, my relatives took him away.

Check it out, Leo.

Aren't you afraid to go at night?

- Can you drive? - Of course, drive.

Drive, Comrade Krasnoy, we're never against such a company.

- Enough with the ladies. - All right, girls.

We'll see you at the service.

[MOTORCYCLE ENGINE]

(speaking in foreign language)

- Let's go! - Faster, faster! We'll get back to the battle!

- What's going on? Where's Oleg? - The war is at the barracks, not the school and the museum.

- Everyone, get out of the room! There will be a regiment headquarters here!

- This is art school, throw these artists on the street. - Comrade artist, I understand everything.

- I personally am ready to spend the night on the street for art.

- But the soldiers, they need to sleep. They are going to the front. - Why are you not warning?

- The decision had to be made urgently. This is a war, Mark.

- So we are also fighting. Our posters are all over the city.

- And they killed a lot of Poles. - We don't kill, we inspire.

- Who? The Red Army is going to the front, you don't even see your posters.

- Comrade, it's still a good thing, but maybe we can do something?

- They will see. We will sign the train.

- Well, please.

- Tomorrow in the morning, the Bityapsky train will be head for the night.

- You won't be able to. There will be a barracks here.

- Guys, we have to expand the Red Army to victory.

- Please, cut off all your love for the revolution and all your rage to the enemy.

- The world of each danger, protect it.

- With each poster.

- That's it, let's go to work.

- Mark Zakharovich, it's not bad to work at school, but in our situation...

- If we fail, they won't survive it.

- And you?

- I'm afraid.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

[SPEAKING RUSSIAN]

Not enough, Malevich, tell me, is this for UMA?

Wait, for sure, it's a great argument to take Malevich.

Why?

We need him to the station today.

I'll go.

He left you alone in Czech Republic.

Mark, listen, do you need Malevich?

I won't refuse UMA.

Lyova!

You have a heavy bag. Let me carry it.

Are you afraid?

Not at all.

I promised Mark Zaharovich that I would protect you.

Wow!

Here.

A real one.

Yes, I'll carry it to Mark.

Now you're the defender.

Just be careful.

Don't worry, I didn't shoot at all.

I know how to deal with the gun.

Where are you going?

Ah, you're a comrade Shagalo.

Just look faster and don't shout if you recognize him.

No, it's not him.

Touch the stick.

Lyova, wait here.

I said stop!

No more questions for today.

The locals live here without beer.

There's a guest in the middle of the night.

I don't have any flowers or fruits.

Do you want to drink?

No, no, I don't drink.

Drink it.

Drink it.

Here.

Like this.

Mom, do you remember when you promised?

Tell me what you need, I'll do it.

What do you need?

Maliyevich and the guys.

You personally?

Mark sent me.

And you came to me alone?

At night?

It was.

Maliyevich needs you at the station.

What Shagalo?

What Maliyevich?

You?

You love me.

That's why you're here.

Are you crazy?

Don't be afraid.

You love me.

You love me.

You love me.

It's not so scary to confess in love.

If it's mutual.

I love you too.

I love you.

I love you, I love you, I love you.

But I don't love you.

Well, well, you love me.

Let me go, let me go.

I love you.

No.

I love you, I love you.

I know, I love you.

Let me go.

Naum, you'll regret this.

You won't forgive yourself for this.

I love you.

Let me go.

Please.

Why did you come?

Why did you come?

Why do you care about me?

Let me go.

Get away from here.

You're a cheque.

Are you used to taking what you want?

Dijournoy, Malevich and all his sects to the exit.

Hey!

Hey!

Hey!

Hey!

Hey!

Denis Sivirinovich!

Yes?

Did you forget to release us from the cosmos?

Yes.

Well, through Shagall.

Really.

I don't know.

I don't know.

I don't know.

I don't know.

I don't know.

I don't know.

I don't know.

I don't know.

She is beating you up.

And you won't get her until she's alive.

So what?

Come on, Shagall.

Unlock it.

And the path is open.

Welcome back, free artist Yudemskaya.

Hello.

Hello.

Hello.

Hello.

Hello, hello, guys. Hello, my good ones. Hello.

Hello, Mr. Chermalaevna.

The group of artisans is ready to work.

They let you go.

Yes, after the torture. They forced me to write the landscape in their office.

- Fill in the work. - Okay.

You are my guardian angel.

What is it?

Huh?

What is it?

Where is your revolutionary passion?

No, no, no.

This warm-up is completely out of place.

You need to understand,

you have to bring one inculcating blow

to break the knock!

The idea of Lysitsky

is expressed in the sixth winner.

The winner is the winner.

The winner is Lysitsky.

The winner is Lysitsky.

(speaking in foreign language)

Red, white, white.

It must be in the center and all over the portal.

Get up, put your hands up.

Can we do it your way?

Yes, you can. You'll get it all.

- Get to work, friends. - Can we?

Come on, come on, draw it.

Mark Zakharovich, he's going to lose us.

So, what are you doing?

- Go, Sivirinovich. - Yes.

And where is the top and the bottom?

- Like this. - Got it.

Good job, Comrade Commander.

Here you go.

With this kind of energy, we need to build a new world.

- Good. - Why did you step on it?

[MUSIC PLAYING]

Drawing a cow, a goat or a woman with her legs.

And Malievich, right away, in the head of the whole world, in front of all the sky,

with a brush on the cross, go and do the revolution.

You're so flamboyant.

Yes, I'm stressful.

You see,

in front of Malievich the whole world.

Go after him.

Take any place and the team.

Mm-hmm.

[GASPS]

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]

[SPEAKING RUSSIAN]

(dramatic music)

(speaking in foreign language)

We don't have time.

It's too early to do that.

We'll have to go to Visk and to Roskot.

We'll have to answer them.

What do we do?

We'll go ahead.

There's a truck, convoirs are here.

And at the front with a step.

Comrade Maum.

Telegram just arrived.

The beginning of the project is next to Vitebsk.

Without a stop.

Stroz!

(upbeat music)

[MUSIC PLAYING]

[MUSIC]

(upbeat music)

(speaking in foreign language)

[MUSIC PLAYING]

(upbeat music)

(birds chirping)

(birds chirping)

(speaking in foreign language)

What's the name of the art?

Suprematism!

Suprematism?

It's a revolutionary art.

It's made in the dark, and in the red light.

Wonderful.

Continue in the same spirit.

And this poster...

Repeat for the headquarters.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]

[NON-ENGLISH SPEECH]

[CHEERING]

(cheering)

[cheering]

Well, we're happy now when the next trojka will praise us.

And how about a hug?

We need support for the great past.

It's the past museum.

Where are you going?

[laughing]

Hurrah!

Mr. Svirinovich, I'm counting on your help.

What?

I hope you can help fill our future museum

with pictures of your friends.

[birds chirping]

Wait, what museum?

What museum?

What, no museums?

Art must be created in life.

And in life itself.

The museum is all like that.

And the stop is bent and crumpled.

And I have nothing to dig in this mess.

And the art finally came to its pure form.

It was free from these rags of subjectivity.

And you, again, drive it into a casino.

And what?

Because the museum is nothing but a prison.

A prison and a cemetery.

They have to live, they have to get in the way of their life!

They hang quietly, as hanged in these museums.

Lyova!

Son, come in.

Lyova, sit down.

Well?

San, the Rebbe Mayor is ready to take you to his house.

Because you are Lyova.

Dad, dad, I want to draw.

Lyova, this is a big chance for you.

I have to draw, but Mark Zakharovich, he believes in me.

What Mark Zakharovich?

Lyova, Lyova, who is your father?

I am Lyova.

Of course, you, but he is like a second father.

It's funny. It's funny to raise a son to give him to another person.

Dad, I love you very much.

But how do you not understand?

Well, all these horrors, they follow me.

When I draw, I can live for real.

Well, this is all, this is my joy.

Joy for Hasid, this is God.

And your step, he is a devil, Lyova.

So, this is the world.

So, don't!

Get away from me!

Maybe your father is the only one.

(birds chirping)

(scoffs)

(scoffs)

(scoffs)

- (speaks in foreign language)

(speaks in foreign language)

I'm afraid of being alone.

You'll fall down on the road and the idea will die with you.

Do you need this school?

It's a joke.

The whole world is in front of us.

But go for it.

No doubts in your ideas.

No doubts in your ideas.

No doubts in your ideas.

No doubts in your ideas.

Where are you going?

Calm down.

You'll be able to visit the museum.

What museum?

The Chagal of Brazil.

Well, what?

Our city is art.

If you don't want to live in Paris, we'll make you stay.

Your Chagal would burn in the water.

We'll hide everything from the neighbors.

Come on, hurry up.

Wait.

Chagal didn't send a parcel?

Such a heavy box, huh?

With what?

With the gold for the museum.

The rumor went that he wants to wash himself.

Yes.

And Sveta is so nice.

She's running away.

(indistinct chatter)

(speaking in foreign language)

(speaking in foreign language)

(speaking in foreign language)

He's like a bourgeois. He's against Soviet power.

But don't be absent-minded.

The robberies are kind people. He loves the whole city.

Don't be absent-minded.

Listen to me. You'd better worry about your own husband.

He's signed an order to arrest him. Got it?

Go, go!

I'm afraid of Lyov. He's mad.

His father is going to find out about such things.

Don't worry about it. He's too old-fashioned now. Got it?

Why is he too old-fashioned?

It doesn't make any sense to deny your guilt.

But you can reduce the punishment if you find out who hid the price.

We know that it's not one person, it's not two people.

We need a name, and you need salvation.

Are you trying to die for someone else's robbers?

Mr. Comrade Commissar,

it's better to look at your pristine face

than to look at your comissar's face.

You're just laughing at two of them.

Drawing cows in the sky

and having a separate head.

He's taking away the children from his father.

Do you understand what I'm talking about?

Well...

The one who has a green collar like a corpse,

and the one who has people like a ball in the air.

I'm very curious.

Your smart Karl Marx.

Would he have killed him or killed him?

You don't get it.

He's a criminal.

Do you know what's wrong with Shagal?

At least say a word.

I'll bring him here and shoot him instead of you.

Well?

No, Shagal.

He's a great man.

I would like my son, Lyova, to be my son.

I would like to be my son, Lyova, to be my son, Lyova.

I would like my son, Lyova, to be my son, Lyova, to be my son, Lyova.

Oh, little Lyova. He looked like him.

Why are you all going under the bullet?

- [gunshot]

- Hey, hey, who went missing?

What's going on, huh?

- What was here?

- The treasure was torn.

Why did you come here?

- I'm about Mark.

They told me about him.

You have to figure it out and understand him.

He's in the guards.

Naum, you're a friend.

You have to help.

- Didn't I try?

I warned him.

He hid the guys from the army.

- He saved the artists.

- It's called sabotage, Bella.

We're at war.

- Wait.

What is he going to do?

- The military time.

There's only one article.

- Which one?

- The shooting.

- You won't do it.

- Bella, I have orders.

I have to do it.

- I'm begging you.

I'm begging you.

I'm begging you.

Naum, save him.

Naum, please, Naum.

- Okay, okay, Bella.

I'll give him the opportunity to run away to Moscow.

Yes.

- Thank you.

We're leaving tomorrow.

- You'd better stay.

I can't let you go.

You personally helped Shagalu.

They hid the students from the call.

There are witnesses.

- You're such an idiot.

Idiot.

Idiot.

- Bella, be strong.

Hit him.

I like it when you touch me.

Hit him.

Hit him.

- It's not about Naum.

Hit him.

- Shut up.

It's a big deal.

Of course, if I need to, I'll take away the witness.

I'll either stay in Shagalu or save him.

And become my wife.

My wife.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

[MUSIC PLAYING]

(footsteps)

(dramatic music)

(speaking in foreign language)

(speaking in foreign language)

(speaking in foreign language)

will be renamed to the Institute of Primatism.

In it will be to develop a revolutionary idea of a new style,

the newest, non-objective art.

- That's awesome. - And his conservative unit of thought

should leave this room in 24 hours.

- Like this. - Yes.

- They have already decided? - No, it's a project.

They will vote now.

- Let's vote.

(footsteps)

(speaking in foreign language)

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

Guys, let's go study. Let's go.

Work in a negative way.

Your complete assumption of mistakes. Let's go.

No, Mark Zakharovich. We won't go anywhere.

Guys, we just started studying.

The writing is a serious thing.

It's your bourgeois writing.

The writing is a serious thing. We don't have wings with us.

We won't come back to you.

We've been attacked by the gutters of the craftsmanship.

It's all right, it's all right.

We'll join you in the dirt of the paint mix.

And in the Suprematism - bright and clean colors.

Yes.

Yes.

Wait, Mark.

Let go.

Mark, don't step on them.

You've got everything from the top to the bottom.

And here, not like any other road, it's a clear goal.

And we'll send electric signals to space for the first time.

A new art.

You're moving forward with your head turned back.

And we're in the first row of the vanguard.

You want everyone to be a separate person?

A single person, right?

A single person.

Who needs her?

The voice of a single person is thinner than sand.

Who will hear it from a married woman?

And even if it's close to the bazaar.

Mayakovsky for us.

Yes.

Yes.

Our essence will not only belong to the Earth, but to the whole free and free universe.

We want to be in front of everyone! We want to express all the energy of innovation!

We want innovation!

Suprematism! Suprematism!

Suprematism! Suprematism!

Mark Zakharychko.

Malevich, you have chosen the students.

Which students? Who will help? Then we will run.

Here everything was born from the first inhale to the last exhale.

The school is your child.

Let him be a stranger, but we are all alive.

I am not going to tear him apart.

The school will die, and you will develop a philosophy here.

Yes, remember, let's go.

One of your signatures, and you are a commissar!

It is not possible at all!

So here you are, like you.

I want to create a school, I want to throw it, but you did not create it alone.

I, by the way, I...

By the way, go to hell!

Shagal died for me.

I will go to Malevich, he at least knows what he wants.

No!

No!

Go!

Go to Malevich!

Come on!

He needs power!

Do you think I am a girl?

I have my pictures, I have my student!

Do you not hear?

You will be my wife, and he will live.

Or you will become his widow!

I will leave with him.

And how is my daughter?

And how is my daughter?

Thank you, Varka, no.

I must save him.

Bella!

I will die without you!

Do you remember that time at the river?

I wanted to read your poems to you.

A hat flew to you.

Listen, not to you.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

[GUNSHOTS]

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]

[NON-ENGLISH SPEECH]

[NON-ENGLISH SPEECH]

Well, well, well!

Where did you shoot from?

The heart is screaming like a bulldozer,

he braved all the people who were walking in the city park.

And he couldn't leave alone.

Because of this bloody slum.

I can't take it anymore.

I bite myself in the chest with a hungry dog.

I bring my living heart to your threshold with my teeth.

And looking from the bottom to the top,

I lean on your ribs with my tail.

And I'm waiting for your bones.

Or your laces.

Just a little bit.

Why are you sitting?

They'll find you, they'll find you and kill you.

Let's go, let's go, let's go!

Let's go, let's go.

Where are they?

You're to the right, you're to the left.

Look for the whole forest!

You'll be gone. You'll be gone.

That's it, that's it. Stop.

Go.

Just don't run. Go, go, go. Go.

(birds chirping)

(speaking in foreign language)

(birds chirping)

(speaking in foreign language)

(singing in foreign language)

(singing in foreign language)

(speaking in foreign language)

[MUSIC PLAYING]

They wrote a shooting on you, you need to run.

I won't run away.

Naum is dead.

Let them hear that you've mastered your values.

If the Chikists shoot you, they'll cut off the crowd.

Run!

You don't need to run. Believe me, Bello.

You're crazy, Sasha.

But I love you, and I'll go with you.

Comissar Shagal has stolen the wealth and wants to run with the Chikists.

Come at me, Gada.

It's over.

Hey, Shagal! Turn around, Gada!

Did you hear that? The Chikists have lost millions of dollars.

It's a lie!

Now they're going to kill him.

We were so stupid. We need to protect Mark Zaharych.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

[MUSIC PLAYING]

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]

[SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE]

[SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE]

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]

[NON-ENGLISH SPEECH]

[NON-ENGLISH SPEECH]

We don't need this happiness.

I'm going to kill you, Shagala!

I'm going to kill you, Shagala!

Shagala, get rid of him!

Shagala, get rid of him!

(dramatic music)

(speaking in foreign language)

(dramatic music)

(speaking in foreign language)

(dramatic orchestral music)

(speaking in foreign language)

(guns firing)

(speaking in foreign language)

(dramatic orchestral music)

(dramatic music)

(speaking foreign language)

(gentle music)

(speaking foreign language)

But I'll never see my Vitebsk.

You'll see him every day. I'll take him with me.

Well, look at the sky! It's all our own! Kabanistic!

I walk in the sky, as if I've never been in it.

(gentle music)

(gentle music)

(gentle music)

[music]

Mark, we'll call Malivich.

Kazimir, come up to us!

In my sky, not close!

And I'm here, the whole Earth, the entire space!

[music]

Mark, the world is so empty, we must fill it with our own art!

Yes, the whole world, and no more drops, so that it becomes more joy and sense!

Good luck in your sky!

And in your space!

[music]

They still didn't know that Shagal would become a favorite artist of millions,

and Malivich will change our perception of the possibilities of art.

[music]

(singing in foreign language)

(singing in foreign language)

(singing in foreign language)

[Music]

Vitemsk, hranit'e отбур

Птица над нашим порогом

Тихо щепечит летим

Кто как дитя перед Богом

Будет судьбою храни

Свет сильней темноты

Я сияю, пишешь ты

Свет сильней темноты

Я сияю, пишешь ты

И поплывут над земью

Рыбы, скрипач и сарай

Светлой невестой звездою

Я уведу тебя в рай

Мы повстречались случайно

Лёгкий как матыльки

Наша любов - это тайна

Наши глаза Васильки

Свет сильней темноты

Я сияю, пишешь ты

Свет сильней темноты

Я сияю, пока пишешь ты

(upbeat music)

[MUSIC PLAYING]

[NON-ENGLISH SINGING]

(upbeat music)

[MUSIC PLAYING]

[NON-ENGLISH SINGING]

(gentle music)

(soft piano music)

(soft piano music)

(gentle music)

(gentle music)

(gentle music)