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NO FORD THROUGH FIRE

About Tanya Tyotkina and her drawings

Screenplay Yevgeni Gabrilovich and Gleb Panfilov

Producer Gleb Panfilov

Cinematographer D. Dolinin

Production Designer M. Gaukhman-Sverdlov

Music...V. Bibergan Sound...G. Salie

Director...G. Belgov Camera Operator...L. Kolganov

Costumes...Y. Slovtsova Make-up...N. Vesyolova

Story Editor- Y. Medvedev Film Editor- L. Obrazumova

Drawings- N. Vasilyeva Set Decoration - Y. Smirnov

Assistant Directors: N. Stepanov, M, Dakiev, B. Bugunova

Asst Camera Operators: V. Markov, A. Dudko

Orchestra of the Leningrad A.M. Theatre, Opera and Ballet

Conductor- N. Rabinovich

Production Manager N. Neyolov

In the role of: Tanya Tyotkina...Inna Churikova

Yevstryukov...A. Solonitsyn Fokich... M. Gluzsky Alyosha...M. Kononov

Maria...M. Bulgakova Colonel... Y. Lebedev Morozik...A. Marenich

Kolka...V. Kashpur Vasya...V. Beroyev Zotik...M. Kokshenov Syagin...F. Razumov

L.Malinovskaya, A.Gunina, N.Kuzmin, V.Matveev M.Mudrov

N.Muravyev, A.Smolikov, N.Surodin, V.Terehov, S.Churkin

- Seryozhkin! Seryozhkin, come back!

- Seryozhkin, your stitch will come apart! Seryozhkin!

- Brothers...[inaudible] - [inaudible]

- Usoitsov! Usoitsov, stop! Let's go home.

- That's it, good. Let's go, let's go.

- Tyotkina! Tyotkina! - What? What?

- [inaudible], run around looking for the ugly brat.

- What's with you? Hey?

- They don't treat me like a human being.

- Who? - All of them. Shameless!

- They're wounded...

- So what? With you they fall in line, but with me?

- I'm also a woman.

- You're a woman? - Woman! A woman!

- A girl is what you are. A girl.

- A Woman!

- Well, Tanka, take care.

- You haven't seen Morozik by any chance?

- Over there.

- Til the city and back? I can't...

- Ride on.

- Go my dear! Go my darling! Go!

- Andreivich! Andreivich!

- Hullo! - Grab the goods.

- Come in.

- Fokich, unload it.

- Tanya. Tan, haul it here.

- Fokich, where'd the Colonel get to?

- He's with their commanding officer.

- They fought together. Got wounded too.

- He misses it.

- Misses what?

- The horses.

- He plays well.

- Alyoshka Semyonov.

- Listen Zotik. Is that a guy or girl?

- What, this one here?

- Over there. - Guy. Fact, it's a guy.

- Nah. - It's a guy!

- So why the skirt? - Cos she's lost her pants!

- Well? Why are you just standing there?

- What heat....

- They sawed it off with a fretsaw. First the fingers...

- ...then the palm. So that he couldn't shoot.

- But I'm a lefty. Shoot with my left!

- Here's something.

- Fokich, where are they all off to?

- Alyosha knows them.

- Give it here.

- What's going on there?

- A dead man.

- Some folk were burning bread, and he wanted to stop it.

- They did him in with pitchforks. He was a good man.

- Not necessarily smart, but good.

- I didn't like him.

- Keep it to yourself. - Didn't like him and that's that!

- If you died and it was said about you. - Say it, I don't care.

- Shut up. - What?

- Shut up, I said!

- Here, hold this.

- Where is he? - Who?

- The deceased. - On the cart. What's it to you?

- No reason.

- A strange one.

- I told you she was a girl.

- Where do we put the laundry?

- Put it down here.

- Let's go home. - Go away.

- Go away, I'm telling you.

- You devil. Monster!

- My darling! My precious!

- What's with you? Off your head?

- Hold that. Wait, wait.

- Where are you going prettyboy? You want to go to her?

- Go on, go on.

- What about the horses? - What about them? Horses are horses.

- Go, go. She's drunk.

- And what's her name? - How the hell do I know?

- No, without a name I can't.

- "Can't", "can't". And you talk about being with "women".

- Give the horses some water. Get lost! Go on. Go.

- Let's go, or I'll whip you wretches.

- Get out! I'll kill you!

- Give me my belt! Witch!

- Semyonov. Semyonov!

- Private. Private.

- How do you know me? - I know you.

- Where from? - We delivered laundry to you.

- Do you remember me? - Mhhmm.

- What? - It's ticklish.

- Don't move, wait here. Understand?

- Where've you been? - Go away, you.

- What are you, mad? - I've got a girl there.

- Keep lying. - I swear to God.

- Show me. - Later

- Just show me. - Go away.

- And where are the horses? - Eating grass.

- Find them. - I'll go find them, but it's your turn.

- Go on, bring them.

- Let's get out of here.

- Where to? - What does it matter, we'll work it out.

- It's beautiful.

- Look who's here.

- Doggie! Doggie, come to me.

- My darling.

- Get out of here!

- Why did you do that? - Why...(mocking)

- Soldier, where are you going? - Where, where...nowhere.

- It better stay away.

- Music. - So what?

- Ey, where are you going?

- Maybe a walk? - No, it's time for me to get back.

- Time? We haven't gone yet, and it's already time? - No, I'm going.

- Want some gingerbread?

- Stop, who goes there? - Friendlies.

- What do they call you, then?

- Tanya. - And I'm Alexei.

- Well, there you go. That's us introduced.

- Wait at the docks, I'll come tomorrow.

- It's beautiful. - Let's kiss.

- Look, the sun. - The hell with it.

- What's that?

- A bear.

- It's a cow.

- It's a bear. - A cow!

- Have you ever known a bear without paws? Of course not.

- I suppose not.

- No, it's worse with paws.

- Oh God, I'm drawing.

- Draw! Draw!

- Alesha...

- Draw! Idiot.

- Hello.

- What a rubbish brooch.

- It's broken, has it?

- Give it here, I'll glue it together.

- It's worse with paws.

- Is there tea? - Yes, have a seat.

- Move over.

- Drink.

- What's with you?

- I'm in love. - Sure.

- It's true.

- And who have you fallen in love with?

- Aleshka. The accordion player.

- Remember, from the produce section. - Which one? The freckled one?

- So he's freckled. Freckled, but mine. OK?

- Oh, Tanya. Marxism is what you need.

- Marxism, Marxism, Marxism and again Marxism.

- Ignatich? Is it good that I'm in love?

- What's bad about it? Love is a fact, and facts are materialistic.

- So what should I do then?

- Ignatich, have you ever been in love?

- I have. - And how was it?

- It was good, what can I say. - Good? There you go.

- And Fokich, ever been in love? - Him too.

- Enough already, enough.

- Well friends, I'm looking alright, eh? - That's true, you're one of a kind.

- What's with you?

- Ignatich. You're also freckled. - Where'd you get that from.

- Freckled, freckled, take a look. - As if...

- Freckled, freckled.

- Well, take care friends.

- See you!

- Listen Fokich, I am freckled... there's something there.

- Here's what it is.

- You're worrying about your mug, but that shouldn't upset you.

- How did you just speak to that girl?

- How? - "Love is a fact" ...what are you preparing her for?

- For life. - Life?! In what sense?

- Life! The bourgeois are living, we're struggling.

- And from a Comissar.

- Ignatich. Ignatich! Listen, Ignatich. Get up.

- Get up, I'm telling you.

- They've whacked a tsar. - Which tsar?

- Of all of Russia. Read, here.

- Yes...

- How the world has turned.

- Who could have thought it? The tsar himself.

- Great, huh? - Great.

- Here, grab that.

- Cheers.

- If it were up to me, I'd shove them all into a pit.

- Generals, bankers, whores, tsars, speculators.

- Stir, and do them in with a machine gun, a machine gun.

- To cleanse the people, like a bath-house.

- A very bloody option you favour.

- If not with blood, how? Without it there's no revolution.

- If not, then not. But it'd be good to have less.

- Of what?

- Bloodshed.

- Listen, Ignatich. That could lead you to god knows where. Think about it.

- First, too much blood.

- Then you're worried about hurting somebody's feelings.

- Before you know it we've squandered the whole Revolution!

- But have you ever had to kill a man?

- I've blown up a whole train, with generals inside.

- That's not the same.

- Have you killed a man, whilst looking him in the eyes?

- Let's say no.

- I have. - But those were enemies you killed!

- Enemies! But it's still horrific.

- Sit, sit.

- You're a good man Ignatich.

- I love you.

- But what sort of Comissar are you?

- You're green, you lack fortitude.

- Nevermind, we'll sort that out, you'll mature.

- No fortitude, you say?

- No. - You know where I served before the front?

- Where? - In the Revolutionary Tribunal, as the chairman.

- And?

- I had a Mauser (rifle), and you know how much everyone respected me?

- Well? - Clever, they called me, came to me for advice.

- Not everyone, but they did come.

- About fodder, about economy, about questions of war.

- Actors came, also asking for advice.

- At first, fool that I am, I was flattered.

- But later I caught on that they weren't coming to me for advice.

- To who then? - To my Mauser!

- So? - The people were afraid!

- Afraid, and good.

- Teaching people to be afraid causes harm!

- Go on then, work out what's fear and what's truth.

- Ignatich, you're saything the wrong things.

- Believe a communist.

- You'll perish. A dicatorship is a dictatorship.

- To fight is what you need, to fight.

- You've soured here.

- To fight is right.

- There's no ford through fire.

- So you love me, then?

- I do.

- Honestly?

- I love you.

- And a lot?

- A lot.

- Machine guns or not, I've got a naked sword and hack away.

- It's dull with you Tanka, dull.

- There's neither laughter in you, nor tears.

- Maybe we'll get married, huh? Maybe you'll cheer up?

- So how about it?

The Sun was setting

By the river Oka

And the boy was dreaming

- Alyosha. - What?

- What were you talking about before?

- I was talking about everything, talking as required.

- We'll get married, you said.

- What?

- We'll get married, didn't you say?

- No.

- Of all the things we talked about that wasn't one of them. It wasn't.

He's a Red Army soldier

Bravely going into battle.

The Sun was setting.

- Hey! Tomorrow come at 3, same place.

- Sitting there, eh?

- Brother, where'd the train go?

- Where should it go? Gone on a run.

- Will it return soon? - Could be a month, could be longer.

- We're in a war

- Just my luck.

- Friends, I've gotten married.

- Again? Well, you know miss, you don't waste time.

- I'm serious. - Let it be, Valodya.

- I'm serious. Kol!

- Hello, everyone.

- Hello.

- Good. And what are you called, pray tell?

- Kolka.

- Where are you from?

- Us? Oh, I'm from Okulovkia.

- Why, young man, have you run away from the country?

- They've cleaned us out. - Who's cleaned you out?

- Who? Isn't it well known? Bolsheviki?

- What are you doing? From one harness to another.

- The kids' stomachs are bursting from hunger. The wife's gone deaf.

- So you're married?

- How else? A man, without a wife?

- And what did you do with her? - With who?

- Fell out of love? - Her?

- Your wife.

- There's nothing to eat. Moved to the city, still nothing.

- Thank god I met her, and she said...

- ... that you give rations out here, a salary on time.

- I...Is that right, or not?

- Right.

- So how about it, boss? Do you give rations or not?

- I can be a driver. Can make porridge, can work as a joiner.

- So, boss? Do you give them out or not?

- OK, OK.

- Then it's ok. Then I'm staying.

- I'm healed!

- I can better tell, if you're healed already or not.

- Plotnikov. You hear? Plotnikov.

- What, what?

- What are you doing then? - Smoking

- Give some here.

- Here's the thing.

- I was going with a girl, an orderly.

- And?

- Decided to marry.

- A real woman.

- Only she isn't pretty. Who needs them pretty?

- Only she's skinny.

- But who needs them fat?

- That's what I sey [sic].

- That's what love's like, it doesn't notice...

- whether you're pretty or ugly. You fall in love and that's it.

- That's what I sey.

- A bit stupid though.

- Nothing to talk about.

- But who needs them smart? Will only cause bother.

- That's what I sey.

- Sey, sey.

- They've gathered up a bunch of stiffs here.

- Can't find anyone to talk about life with.

- Not to mention death.

- Get up! Get up! We're here.

- Oh, look at all the people.

- Surely they can't all be wounded.

- Doctor! Take him in.

- At the start they were all in one piece.

- And then they circled us, surrounded us. Everyone fell.

- And only me. I alone am to blame for everything.

- What sort of commander am I?!

- Go on, go on, in the carriage.

- Faster, faster.

- Stop! Stop, where...

- Stop, I'm telling you.

- Do you know how to take a fucking order?

- An order!

- Commissar!

- Listen, old man, go back to where you came from.

- I'll rip your arm off - You just try.

- I'll kill you now, grandpa...

- ...and Frunze will thank me for it.

- This carriage is for political means.

- Understand?

- Well, if it's like that, then it's another thing altogether.

- If it's Frunze.

- Why didn't you tell me right away!

- Let's go, let's go.

- I'm holding it.

- Where are you going... outsiders aren't allowed.

- What outsider, I'm his mother.

- So what, you're not allowed.

- Can't you see how many people there are?

- As long as we've been travelling, I've never seen anything like this.

- How are you supposed to transport them all?

- To not let a mother onboard...

- Not allowed. Orders.

- Yeah, yeah, you're always like that. A mother's worth less than an order.

- Stop it, you counter-revolutionary.

- I'll kill you!

- Maybe it'll do?

- What's the rush?

- A leg isn't governmental, and you have to walk on it.

- Did he die?

- Passed away.

- What a life. Once there was a kid... now there isn't.

- Hold that, I don't want to fix your leg.

- Who didn't let the mother on yesterday? Who?

- The boy died without his mother.

- I didn't let her on and I'd do it again.

- It's forbidden. - A general! Who forbade it?

- By the working class! - So that's it! Hear that, the working class!

- Need to be human. Human!

- Human? Where do you get off, you vermin, going against the working class.

- Comrades, why this is an S.R! - Who's an S.R? Me?

- Why I've laboured my whole life. Me, an S.R? I'm a Bolshevik.

- I'd sign up to the party right now! - Worm, you know what the party means?

- Brothers, he's looking to fight. You should stop acting the commissar.

- Stop the meeting, this is a field hospital. Impossible to sleep.

- Used to brawling. Who are you talking to? You're talking to the people!

- See that? Him, the people!

- The people! I'll smash you, you worm. - Isn't that so, tell him, tell him.

- And you're an S.R.

Get in line, who here's an S.R?

- Eh, Bolshevik, S.R. They all stink, all of them love power.

- He's not just an S.R, he's also a Cadet. He's from S.R. headquarters!

- Get him against the wall! Against the wall! Against the wall!

- What's with you brothers, can't even tell a Bolshevik from an S.R.

- Which of them is shedding blood?

- Which of them cares about his fellow man?

- Who?

Without love life's impossible

But with love life is just miserable.

But with love life is intolerable.

Why is this just so inevitable.

- Wake up! Enough yawning.

- What's with you? Go to sleep.

- Listen Ignatich.

- Why isn't there Soviet rule beyond our borders. Are they stupider than us?

- Go to sleep.

- Well why is it, Ignatich?

- They lack strength, and they live better than us.

- You haven't felt it yet, haven't matured.

- I understand.

- Fine, you understand.

- I hope it's soon. I hope we win soon. It's hard, Ignatich.

- The people are lonely. I hope it's soon.

- Go sleep!

- You were right when you said... it won't be that way.

- What way?

- So that everyone is happy.

- But you...you Ignatich, you will never be happy.

- And why is that?

- Because your eyes are all wrong.

- Oh Tanka, we teach you, teach you. Materialism!

- But you're still on your own track.

- Wrong eyes! - Yes, wrong.

- Why are you not a Komsomolka?

- I don't know.

- "Don't know". Well you get ready!

- When we get to Sergeevski I'll give you a recommendation.

- "Wrong eyes".

- It's difficult for me Tanka, difficult.

- I've gone stale here.

- I need to go to the front. Into the fire.

- And who's the Commissar?

- Who? Fokich.

- I've put in for a transfer.

- And?

- They let me go.

- And what are we going to do? Without you?

- So you've returned. So you've returned.

- You're looking ok. You've become prettier.

- Why'd you stop? Am I worse than them then?

- Worse.

- Prizor! My darling! My darling!

- You know what, Tanka, you have to decide. It's either him or me.

- This won't do.

- Alyosh, my god, you're my love.

- Go on. - My love!

- Like it?

- Yeah, I like it.

- And who would you be?

- Me? - Yeah.

- A painter. Understand?

- Listen girl, come here.

- Could you find something to eat?

- Go on, bring it over. - One second.

- Sit down. Sit, sit.

- The porridge is ok, only it's burnt a little.

- Put it down on the floor.

- What's your name, then?

- Tyotkina. - What?

- Tanya Tyotkina.

- Would you like to paint, Tyotkina?

- Go paint...the frock.

- Well, go on Tyotkina. A painter, you'll be.

- Go on, go on.

- And I've become a painter.

- A painter?

- That hurt? My darling fighter.

- Kol! Where are you going?

- I'm leaving Manka

- Why? - She's chewed me up. Might as well hang myself.

- Not affectionate, she says. What's she asking for, the fool.

- And where are you off to?

- To my newphew's. I'll stay the winter...

-...and in the spring go home, to my wife, my kids. Bye!

- Bye! - Need to sow wheat.

- Tanya, listen...my best to Manka.

- To Manka, I'm saying, give my best.

- I left her some crackling on the windowsill. Take care!

- Who's that? Well?

- Soon... - What?

- Soon, I hope there's a worldwide revolution soon. - What what?

- It's hard, the people are suffering. I hope it comes soon.

- That's for you, drink.

- Well, how's it going? - Not bad.

- And what's that?

- That? The sun.

- How's that the sun? It's a wheel.

- "Wheel". It's the sun. - Nope.

- The sun.

- That's the Sun over there... this isn't it.

- You don't understand anything of our business, Fokich.

- Well, you don't get wise, and draw it as is.

- Understand? - I Understand.

- Listen Fokich. You mind your own business, and don't meddle.

- I'm teaching her, I'm the painter.

- You're a painter, and I'm the Colonel.

- She's here.

- Let her wait. A woman has to be patient.

- Alyosha!

- Get away from here

- Why have you dressed up in these rags?

- Where's the sweater?

- Sold it. - And the money?

- What's that?

- Who's that for? - You.

- Tell it to me straight. You don't want to get married?

- I don't know. I'm afraid.

- Three days ago she gave me a scarf.

- But now a suit...

- I'm scared of her.

- Maybe she's sick?

- Who? - She.

- Who's she? - Tanka.

- She's a psycho. Take my word for it, a psycho.

- OK Semenov, sleep.

- Believe me!

- Recently she brought me three packs of tobacco.

- Frol Fokich, come here.

- What? - Have a look at what she's doing.

- This is interesting, by God, it's interesting.

- Draw, Tanka, draw.

- It's a good thing, but make sure it's vigorous, in the Bolshevik spirit.

- You know Tyotkina, this is good.

- I'd even say I like it.

- You're not lying? - I'm not.

- This is nothing.

- I'm going to paint a real painting soon, that'll be something.

- What? - A painting. Then you'll see.

- This is what? A trifle, child's play. - Hear that? She'll do a painting soon.

- I will.

- Don't boast.

- Let's sit.

- When the war's over, I'll travel to Moscow, become a technician.

- Alyosha.

- Stay out of trouble, will you?

- It's embarassing Tyotkina, embarassing.

- The Revolution's all around us, and you...

- Goodbye. - Goodbye.

- Here, I've written you down some poems. Good poems.

- Lermontov's poems.

- I'm not going. Staying behind in the hospital. - Go on, go.

- I'm not going. - Get out of here.

- Don't forget, there's warm clothes, tobacco and millet.

- Take some apples.

- And remember me, please.

- Well, how is it?

- Do you have anything else I can look at?

- Well?

- Sleep, Tyotkina. It's late.

- Don't be afraid.

- I'm already in love with another, Comrade Mastenko.

- You're a fool Tyotkina. A fool.

- Or maybe a wonder. That's me telling you that, Mastenko.

- You look after yourself, Tyotkina.

- Go have a look.

- Let me through.

- Cover up your knees, you cow.

- Going far, fellas? - To the front, to the Don (river).

- Take me, fellas.

- What is it, Ignatich?

- You hear? - Nothing, nothing.

- Fadey Semyonovich, something's not right with Ignatich.

- Easy, easy.

- You fool, where are you going with a saddle, this is the infantry.

- Stop! Stop, we're telling you. Stop!

- Where are you going, Ignatich?

- Stop, my friend.

- How are we going to be without you?

- Hey pal, they're shouting for you,

- For you, I swear, for you.

- Eh, you're a post, not a person.

- Keep your legs warm! Protect your legs!

- Where are you going?

- To the front.

- Give it back. Give it!

- Stand up.

- How could I leave him there alone, without me.

- Let go. Let go. Let go!

- You'll travel to Alekseyevka

- Take the wounded, and from there to Korshenova

- Understand?

- But be careful, there should already be Whites in Vasilievka

- And we'll get them, with the revolver. Am I right, Tanka?

- Faster, my darling, faster!

- Komsomolka?

- Komsomolka

- Worked on a medical train?

- Yes - As what?

- An orderly.

- Do you have parents? - No.

- Who do you want to be, in this life?

- A painter.

- So, you want to be a painter.

- Tell me which of these icons you like best.

- Well? Which one of these icons do you like best?

- That one.

- Show me.

- This one.

- Correct.

- Father Porfiry, the owner of the house, is ignorant.

- That's why the icon is poorly hung.

- But it's priceless.

- 16th century.

- Are you Russian? - Russian.

- Do you love Russia?

- I do.

- And I.

- See, we both love Russia.

- But what's going on, do you know, here in Russia?

- Revolution.

- And for what?

- Have you asked yourself that?

- Well, what else? - We've brought him, Colonel.

- Bring him in about 5 minutes. - As you wish.

- Well, tell me, tell me, don't be afraid.

- To kill all the tormentors.

- Sit.

- Sit.

- Do you believe...

-...that there will come a time when people will stop being tormented?

- I do.

- So you believe in overall harmony?

- In what?

- Grace.

- In what?

- In Grace.

- I don't understand.

- Well, when it will be good for everyone.

- I believe that.

- And in search of that let brother go against brother?

- Russian against Russian? Is that it?

- There's no ford through fire.

- No, no, no, no, no, no. No?

- No.

- So there's belief in you. - Belief.

- In you, belief? - Yes.

- Well, you have to suffer for your beliefs.

- Are you ready to suffer?

- How's that?

- To suffer.

- When?

- Tomorrow. Today, if you like. As you wish.

- Tomorrow.

- Are you afraid?

- But what if I let you go? Would you like that?

- I will, I'll let you go, if that is what you want.

- I do.

- And I, girl, almost believed you.

- How's that? - In your "belief". But you don't have any.

- No belief. - I do.

- No. - I do.

- Don't touch. Get off me.

- Don't touch. Don't touch.

- See, girl. People like that are teaching you.

- And will control you.

- And so what? We have more intelligent people, big people. Tanya, am I right?

- You, girl, can go. Go.

Saygin, let her go, she's free.

- Go, go, go.

- Go on, my darling. Go. Go, my dove. Go.

- I'm talking to you, go! It's the right thing to do.

- If you see our people, bow to them. Tell them hello, from Fokich.

- Fedarenko, Let her pass.

- Well, your honour, you ask your questions and quick

- I don't have time. - How angry you are.

- If it were up to me I'd throw you all into a pit and with machineguns...

- This we've heard. More to the point... - Well, get to the point then.

- As you are, swine.

- Surrender, vermin. Surrender.

- Surrender...

- Saygin!