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Leningrad Front, Route No. 102 "The Road of Life", Spring 1942

Get down!

Mom! Mom!

Get down, Misha! Hide!

- Mommy! - Mommy, wake up!

Come on, Andrey! Faster!

My darlings!

Let’s go! Let’s go!

Daddy!

Dad!

Daddy! Daddy!

AIR

LENINGRAD FRONT, AIRFIELD, SPRING 1942

Poor Zharikov. The dog, I lost a guide.

You didn’t explain it to him, but this has happened before.

I told him.

- How much do the Germans fly in school? - A lot.

The Poles, French, and English too.

But our guys, hardly anything.

They know how to take off and land.

Before the front, they barely fired, not even at a cone.

Then you need to improve the training.

Or you’ll end up in a court-martial. Did you understand, Vas?

Understood...

Almost everyone is new, what can I do?

Only we are veterans.

I can’t even assess the losses.

Why do the girls come here?

They’d be better off in the kitchen, or anywhere…

They’re not just pilots, but mechanics too.

But why?

They should be giving birth, braiding their hair, and instead, they’re here.

She’s a plank...

just look at her.

- What, Timofey? - We’re not any better looking either.

But, if there’s no horse..?

Second company.

Good day.

So be it.

You’ll cook and wash for us, and sing for us,

- to boost our morale. - Cook for yourself, fool.

- We’ll fight in your place. - Dream on, huh?

What else are girls good for? Surely not flying?

Yes, flying!

Do you think a man flies better? Well, he doesn’t.

Of course, he does.

Do you know that song?

“Speak without pain, without longing”

Can you play it too?

Do you play as well as you sing?

"Reflected by chance..."

You’re all big and heavy. The planes can’t handle you.

And I’m no worse.

- Maybe even better. - Do you think you’re soldiers?

When the empress's ladies-in-waiting got married,

- they left service. - Where did you get that from?

They were prostitutes, and we are soldiers, clear?

- Don’t be rude! - Hear that? You don’t be rude.

- How do you talk to a girl? - You’re hysterical, especially you!

- Go on! - No respect.

Relax!

But why girls…

Regiment! Line up!

- Good day! - Strength and health!

Attention! Stand to!

Look left!

Comrade Lieutenant Colonel!

At your command, the regiment is fully assembled.

Captain Bondar, chief of staff.

Good day, comrades!

Strength and health, Comrade Lieutenant Colonel!

I welcome the female pilots to our regiment.

Hurrah!

- At ease. - At ease!

In the coming days, you will undergo combat training

and study the terrain of the area.

Afterward, you will begin combat missions,

which ensure the transport routes

across Lake Ladoga.

It won’t be easy!

There will be losses.

But we won’t retreat.

Leningrad is under siege.

The city is evacuating children, women, and the elderly.

The city needs supplies and food.

The pilots and mechanics, all girls, must prove their skills,

their courage, and their self-sacrifice.

You won’t cry, will you?

Because I really don’t like crying.

Not at all, comrade lieutenant colonel!

I punish rule violations.

Cowardice will be tried by court-martial.

Any questions?

No, comrade lieutenant colonel!

Alright. No questions. Let’s go.

So, this one will be mine.

- There? - Yes, possibly.

The further beds, so the draft doesn’t get you.

There are nightstands, too.

Zhenya, not so close to the window.

Girls! Gymnast salute!

No knocking, like you’re at home?

Why a gymnast?

He’s chubby, he'll be a dumpling when he’s old.

- Small but brave. - Give him a smack.

Can we properly introduce ourselves?

Because this turned out awkward.

I think it’s great that the girls are flying.

- I’m Marika Dolidze. - Tymofey. From Georgia?

My grandfather served in Tiflis. He drank Chucha or Pucha.

Chacha. Yes, from Georgia.

- Tymofey. - Hello.

- Tymofey. - Sveta Frolova.

Anya Savelyeva.

- Tymofey. - Masha.

- Zhenya Belova. - Tymofey.

- Valya Chumakova. - Tymofey.

- Katya. - Tymofey.

Girls, will you forgive us?

By the way, if someone plays an instrument, they can play

what’s left from the third squadron.

Where’s the third squadron?

It no longer exists.

Good night.

Hand me my comb, please.

Goodbye.

He seems nice, doesn’t he?

At least he’s not mean.

I like him.

Careful.

Why are you putting everything here?

Let me see what’s broken and what’s not.

- You were right. - Got a clarinet?

No.

Want me to try it on you?

As you say.

Go ahead. Here you go.

I’ll just watch, okay?

That’s too much.

Alright.

- Are you watching too? - Yes, I am.

Oh my god.

- Does it hurt? - It’s fine.

- Endure it. I handled it, now you endure it too. - It’s broken.

That’s enough!

Stop. Done. I’ll take care of it.

- The pipe’s bent too. - She’ll kill me.

- Can it be fixed? - I don’t know.

- We’ll have to see. - Get to it then!

- Check the radiator! - The engine needs disassembling!

- Drain the water! - They’ve totally neglected it.

Aren’t they ashamed?

The problem isn’t the radiator, it’s the oil line.

Oil is leaking there, open your eyes.

I’m an optimist. It can only get better!

I’m not afraid of anything!

Masha, did you live well in Moscow?

Did you have your own apartment or a shared one?

- Our own. - You should be a reporter...

Long hallways, small rooms, a big kitchen...

The only bad thing was the window facing the firewall. The table was big.

As a kid, I used to steal salt and lick it off my fingers underneath.

- Sorry, Natasha... - I stole sugar. - I stole salt.

Aren’t you sitting on a little book?

We had seven people in one house.

Seven?

All around...

All around steppe, no one and nothing. Everything gray.

Ah, here it is! Thanks.

The postman would drop by sometimes. Drunk, with crazy eyes.

He said he was a general, and I believed him.

I wanted to get away, but I couldn’t.

Masha, why did you join the war?

You lived well, unlike us. Your whole family is fine.

Why “why”? How many of our people died?

My mom and dad cried. And I volunteered.

They gave me a huge, men's uniform, big boots.

I used to wear shoes, now boots.

Then we boarded the train, singing on our way to training.

"Goodbye Moscow, dear one"

"We will fight the enemy in battle"

"Goodbye, sweet little girl"

"Write me letters and think of me."

Hey! Hey! Get out of here! This is our plane!

- Calm down! Hands off! - Wait, what are you doing?

These are our planes!

These are our planes! Whose orders?

- Can’t hear you! - We have orders! And you?

- Attention! - I said, calm down!

- Why are you yelling at me?! - Attention!

At ease! What’s the problem?

Comrade Bondar, why are they touching our planes?

The decision is,

to temporarily hand over your planes to more experienced pilots.

There are too few planes, and you're not ready yet,

but patrols must be intensified.

Comrade captain, but they’re our planes. Is that allowed?

Yes, it is. Stop making a fuss.

Nothing here belongs to you, everything belongs to the state.

What’s up, Vasya? What happened?

We don’t have enough planes, and we need to strengthen the patrols.

The decision is that temporarily more experienced pilots will get your planes.

Whose order?

Whose order? Don’t make me mad. The regiment commander’s?

Why didn’t he tell me himself? Vas?

Attention!

Bondar wants to take the planes. How so?

How so?

Is that your order?

Do you not trust us at all? Or do you just pity me?

Why are you silent? Don’t play dumb. I’ll report you, you hear me?

I’ll report you.

Vasya, come here.

I’ll get you for vigilantism, what do you think you’re doing?

Go on, give them some pointers and let them fight.

And if they get shot down?

Handle it. After all, you’re the commander.

If they fail, it’s off to the kitchen for potato peeling.

They recruited girls, but for what?

At ease!

Why don’t you trust them?

I don’t know.

They’re not like you. You’re a Valkyrie.

Charming, fierce, but they’re not.

- Your mother! - Don’t overthink it...

They sent cadets who flew at Ckalov heights into battle,

so they were shot down from above. I don’t have time to retrain them.

In Leningrad, I’ve heard, there’s a famine.

So many are already dead.

I stopped by a friend’s,

a woman and her two daughters, five and seven years old,

as soon as they died, the rats were already eating them.

Outside the city, dead soldiers, curled up.

Old and young.

Tanks driving by them, burning.

The second army is attacking. Who knows if it’ll work.

It’s struggling, bleeding out... I don’t know,

will they lift the siege of the city?

No one knows.

Do you remember Svetka, my doctor friend?

The train was bombed. She and all the wounded died.

I have no idea where my brother is.

Dead or captured.

I know nothing.

Why?

Weren’t the Germans supposed to be the ones fleeing?

Then we ran.

My father joined the militia,

on the second day of fighting, he was crushed by a tank tread.

When he was a child,

he put on glasses, his eyes became huge,

like in a children’s book.

Altitude 400.

200.

150.

200.

400.

Approaching the target.

Attack.

Pulling out.

Changing direction.

250.

200.

150.

100.

We’re splitting up.

I’m diving towards the target.

Changing direction.

Attacking.

Heading home.

What do you dream about?

I sometimes dream about mice, but I’m not afraid of them.

For some reason, we’re building a tall tower together.

But it’s never finished. We just keep building, building...

Well, it’s good if you’re building something...

I don’t know, I dream of wind.

How it rips the leaves off the trees.

Also about ballet, how I dance.

And about an Italian cemetery, I saw it in a book.

No one’s there, but it’s so peaceful.

Zhenya, don’t you miss love? Love?

Love is a conditional feeling.

Your parents love you.

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The rest, I don’t know, is just loneliness.

You’re talking nonsense.

- Why is it nonsense? - Because it’s nonsense!

Empty chatter.

I want to be in love...

Look at them, how funny they are, so funny...

- Really. - ... those girls.

They huddle together, sitting like birds,

silly gray birds. Like birds on a wire!

Is there any point to this?

Guys, wait for me!

They’ll cry, be afraid...

There are constant complaints about us...

Air raid! Air raid! Take cover!

Galya! Jump into the trench!

Air raid!

Into the trench!

Lie down!

Lie down, you fool!

Another stretcher!

Lie down, I said!

Bandages! Hurry up!

Press the artery!

- He’s going to die... He’s going to die... - Press here... harder.

Mother! Mother!

Sorry, girls...

Little stars...

This is what happened to you.

Girls.

I feel sorry for the mechanic girls.

Another four down.

Ulrich is like a machine.

He’s specifically targeting people.

We’ll be their mechanics now.

Who is Ulrich?

A German pilot. Just a pilot.

Twenty-two!

Twenty-two, respond!

Twenty-two! Twenty-two! Come in! Come in!

Do not engage. Understood? Come in!

Tymofey, get out of there! Go!

The 18th, 20th, and 24th have been shot down!

Do not engage. Understood? Come in!

Do not engage. Understood? Come in!

Three Messers are on my tail, I’m heading home.

Tymofey, get out of there! Come in!

Get out of there!

Roger. I’m out of ammo, heading home.

Fly.

Twenty-two, respond...

- It’s over. Tymofey has been shot down. - What’s today’s date?

Twenty-two, come in, come in!

- Oh god... - April 21st, Tuesday.

The damn...

Ladies, allow me!

Wake up!

Wake up!

Comrade captain, are you deaf?

No talking!

Really, comrade captain, are you nervous or deaf?

Why are you yelling like that?

I’ll write a report on you, Belova. You’ll be assigned.

Forgive them, comrade captain.

Since ancient times, they haven’t understood the full significance of the army.

- Give the order again. - But louder, please.

That’s how we like it. Let the fascists be scared.

They’ve decided to allow you to go on combat missions,

which I completely disagree with.

You heard that? You’re cleared for combat missions.

Departure in two hours.

I told you so.

I told you we’d fly!

- We got clearance. - It’s so cold here.

It’s good that we’ll be flying.

- Shall we start preparing? - Yes, let’s get ready.

Everything is going as you wanted.

You’re tough anyway, ironman.

I really wanted this.

Let’s go.

Go!

Truck convoy. We’re heading to the target.

Starting the attack.

I’m attacking! I’m attacking!

Attention! 900 meters to target, 800, 700.

Lord, have mercy!

Mommy!

I see the Germans. Attacking from the right!

We’re working in pairs in the zone.

The first team is watching from above in carousel formation,

the second team is attacking the eleven

from the right, forming a pincer movement.

Attack without orders from a distance of 200.

29, don’t stick to me!

A Messer has been shot down!

I see more Germans!

We’re descending! Attention!

Enemy spotted in quadrant 218!

I see six Indians!

Engage!

Everyone! Germans above!

29! Enemy at seven o’clock!

29, a Messer is on your tail!

29! Bail out!

I shot down an Indian.

Holding altitude!

Willy, climb to 200 meters, and stick to them!

I’m following the Indian!

Target locked! Hit!

I’ve been hit. Trying to level out...

I’m recovering...

I’m recovering, I’m recovering.

I’m recovering, I’m recovering.

I see a worm.

Eleven, this is Seven! A thin one’s on your tail. Dive into the clouds.

Please, sweetheart, please!

Please, sweetheart, you’re good, please, darling,

Fly, fly, fly, my little plane, fly!

Please, sweetheart, please!

This is Eleven! I’ve got company!

I’m coming, Katya!

Thank you.

Damn! Damn! This is Seventeen! A Messer!

A Messer’s on my tail! Come in, do you hear me? A Messer behind me!

The bastard... damn... damn...

I’m heading into the clouds.

Damn.

Attacking!

Come on! Come on!

Come on, come on. Come on.

Messer on your tails, girls! Messer on your tails! Disperse!

Oh my God, my God, my God...

Attacking!

I’ve been hit!

Heading back to base!

General retreat!

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We’re heading back to base!

The Germans are leaving, everything’s fine! Over!

Mom, I want to go home.

Mom, please... I want to go home...

How is he?

Alright, close it up. Get the tools.

Do you have a cigarette?

Don’t cry.

I can’t take it anymore, comrade lieutenant colonel.

They bring them in, they look, they smile, and then...

I can’t take it anymore... I have no strength.

My boots are tight.

- My hands are freezing! - Don’t cry, I said.

I told the sergeant, but he just yells and yells.

Go to sleep. We’ll find you boots. Hang in there.

He just keeps yelling.

Cover him with a blanket, so it doesn’t get into the wound.

Why are you sending the girls? They’re not ready yet.

What should I do? It’s hard for everyone. They’re bombing us constantly.

You say... the losses are high.

They’re loud today. Bastards!

When this is over...

What bastards...

There aren’t enough pilots.

I’d give them time to settle in. Why send them straight into action?

Maybe you should command instead of me?

Go ahead, what would you do? There’s a road...

In one direction, half-dead children and weakened old people are taken,

in the other direction, flour, grain, fuel. Go on!

Stop it.

Why should I feel more sorry for your girls than the boys?

Explain why?

There are no boys and girls here. There are pilots.

Why are you complaining?

This is what you wanted, isn’t it?

Now we’re together. Filled with boys and girls.

This is what you dreamed of.

They’re all going to die.

Rita, I have my orders.

Protect the road, at all costs.

Look, did it hit hard?

It hit the backrest, but didn’t penetrate.

A lot.

These are men’s underwear, we walk around like penguins in them.

Why don’t you write to anyone?

What do you care? I don’t write, that’s all.

Do you have any alcohol? I can’t sleep.

This carousel has my head spinning.

I don’t have any alcohol.

Zhenya, come here, I’ll check your back.

The sheets are damp.

Masha, why are you mumbling?

- Does it hurt that much? - It does.

Almost done.

I couldn’t shoot him down.

I got scared. And then he killed more.

I’m a coward, right? Trash.

Stop it.

Next time, you won’t be scared.

The German set me on fire.

I barely landed.

My boots were burning, the plane was full of holes.

Oil was pouring into my eyes, and I couldn’t see a thing.

I love kids, do you?

Katya, what kids?

They’re cute when they’re little, then they just get worse.

Have you ever kissed?

Like, a real kiss with tongue?

Not on the cheek. Masha?

Katya, that’s none of your business.

You’re rude.

Or you are!

Zhenya,

you?

Katya.

Go to sleep.

Half roll.

Below the target. Two short bursts.

They say the Germans are burning the Jews in Kiev.

Sima is there with the kids.

Maybe they won’t harm the women and children.

Although...

There’s nothing about it in "Pravda" or "Krasnaya Zvezda."

So they’re lying.

- Best of health. - Good afternoon.

Good afternoon.

I heard the music, and I was happy.

I’m Volodya Vasiliev. Let’s get acquainted.

Pavel.

Stepanov.

- Katya. - Nice to meet you.

- Zhenya. - I’m Marika.

- Nice to meet you. - Masha.

I’ve been assigned to you from the fleet. I found a dog.

- What’s its name? - Doesn’t have one yet. Good dog.

We need to think of a name...

Maybe Pierre?

How about Curie?

Kissel.

You’re always thinking of food!

Or maybe Cuba?

Why Cuba?

I don’t know.

Yeah, Cuba’s a good name.

What is it?

I remembered how rude you were when you were young,

when I was preparing to land. Do you remember?

Summer is coming.

It’ll be suffocating again. The bodies will rot.

Shall we start over? Rita?

I can’t live without you. Honestly.

We could adopt a child from an orphanage. There are a lot of orphans now.

If we can’t have one ourselves.

Shall we?

Please tell your boys

not to treat my girls with hostility, alright?

The second army has been encircled.

Our offensive has stalled.

They won’t break the siege.

I dream of you. Every night.

Like I’m flying to save you.

I wake up crying because I couldn’t find you.

- Hello, Lev Isakovich! - Hello!

Come in, have a seat.

- Thank you. Hi Rita. - Hi.

How long has it been since we last saw each other? Two years?

You haven’t changed at all. Have something to eat.

Galya! Give him something to eat.

Potatoes?

- Would you like something to warm you up? - No.

So, what do you think, engineer?

We need to increase thrust.

The Fritz is faster.

Our engines are overheating.

The pilots are dying one after another. Every day.

Lyosha, we’ll have a new engine.

- When? - Soon.

It will overheat, but it’ll be stronger. You’ve already written everything to the bosses.

So what do we do now?

Get married. Then there will be something Shakespearean too.

We’ll decide that without you.

The engine is weak. The plane isn’t holding together.

There will be an engine.

When?

Galya, thank you.

When?

The deaths are painful. So tell me honestly.

There will be an engine. It will be stronger.

But in a few months, the Germans will also get new planes.

Even stronger ones.

But we’ll catch up again.

What should I do, tell me?

Should I kneel at every grave?

When will we catch up with the Germans in strength? Be honest.

Our radios are worse too.

Tell me, Lyova, honestly. When?

Years.

Rita, leave there, that’s an order.

Three-fifty-seven, do you copy?

Three-fifty-seven, leave there, Rita!

Rita, respond! Rita, come in! Rita, Rita, Rita, respond.

25 and 27 have been shot down. We are engaged. Retreat is impossible.

Three-fifty-seven, leave there!

We are engaged.

I’m attacking. Nineteen, cover me!

Nineteen, bail out!

Three-fifty-seven, respond. Three-fifty-seven.

I shot down the last Red. The sector is secure.

I’m here! I’m attacking! I’m attacking!

Retreat is not an option!

Damn!

I’ve been hit. I’m burning. I’m burning.

Almost, almost.

I’m attacking... attacking...

Now, attacking, attacking...

Three-fifty-seven. Three-fifty-seven, respond.

Three-fifty-seven. Three-fifty-seven, come in.

Three-fifty-seven, come in, come in, three-fifty-seven.

It’s over!

Come in, come in, three-fifty-seven.

Vasya, have you lost your mind?

What do you mean, "it’s over"?

- She’s made of steel, do you believe it? - Three-fifty-seven, come in.

Three-fifty-seven, three-fifty-seven,

three-fifty-seven.

Rita, leave there!

Three-fifty-seven, three-fifty-seven, come in!

Come in! Come in! Three-fifty-seven...

The Finns shot her down. They also thought it was over.

She survived.

In the winter.

She came to the unit by herself. She even brought a lousy cat.

Destroyed all my boots and pants.

Come in, come in, three-fifty-seven,

three-fifty-seven, come in...

Keep calling her.

Come in, come in, three-fifty-seven.

This spring is bad. Worse than the winter.

- What day is it, Vasya? - April 28th, Tuesday.

Load!

00:52:32,210 Aim!

Fire!

Load!

Aim!

Fire!

Load!

Aim!

Fire!

At ease.

I remember everyone.

Bolitov. He has a big family. He has four children too.

His youngest daughter became deaf after measles.

Vegyernikov. Worked on a tractor. His brother used to sing.

Mishin. His mother lives on a collective farm near Maloyaroslavets.

Now we live instead of them.

But does loving the homeland mean walking towards death?

Which is more important? The homeland or the person?

The homeland.

Don’t you think so?

Marika wasn’t afraid of mice.

All the other girls were scared, but not her.

Her father stuttered, and her mother sang badly.

Belyova, come here!

Comrade commander, Sergeant Belyova.

Why didn’t you shoot?

Why didn’t you kill the German?

I couldn’t.

That’s not an answer.

I do everything the way I was taught.

But I can’t do it on living targets.

I’m not afraid of death myself. When...

my relatives died, I came to terms with it.

Zhenya, don’t lie to me. Sit down.

I knew your father.

He was a great pilot. Handsome.

A hero of the revolution. And they executed him.

And your mother too.

You disowned them.

You betrayed them.

You took another surname. Then you became a pilot,

and promised to atone for their crime.

They’re not me.

Maybe I don’t belong here?

Because I’m a woman?

But I...

I don’t know how to fly.

If you don’t want to be a woman, should I start calling you Vasily?

Or Onufry?

Ivan Ivanovich, Boris Borisovich? How does that sound?

Boris Borisovich,

how would you feel if you had to shoot a horse?

Why? I wouldn’t do that!

Take out your gun and aim it.

If you don’t shoot, you’ll go to court-martial,

and they won’t care. Shoot.

That’s an order.

Go ahead.

Well?

Do it.

Shoot.

Shoot.

I can’t.

Can you look at dead children?

At a city that’s been destroyed, can you?

And at friends with no eyes or hands?

Aim at the eye, shoot.

Fire!

Good job.

Good job. You’ll succeed at everything.

You’re a strange creature, but talented.

Broken, but talented.

Don’t listen to anyone. Spit on them.

Feel the air.

The whole space is around you.

Below, above, left, right. It’s one whole.

You’ll succeed at everything.

Free yourself.

Tomorrow you’ll fly to the partisans. Their "Yak" was damaged, the pilot died.

It must be taken to Leningrad.

Rita should...

But she can't...

You can leave.

The pilot is a hero. It's incredible how he landed; the plane was completely falling apart.

- Uncle Vity, I'm heading out. - Uh-huh.

Cover the plane better.

Good day.

This is a big partisan group here.

Some went into the forest... Many of them are former prisoners.

- Their losses are heavy. - Petrov! Not enough branches!

From where?

Zhenya.

Hundreds, thousands of prisoners. Our prisoners.

Millions of victims. You must know about this.

They don’t tell us anything about the prisoners.

- Hello. - Hello.

- Hello. - Hello.

Vanya, wait!

Bolt.

- Bang-bang! - And that's it.

Bang-bang!

Try it yourself.

How do you remove the magazine?

Just like this. You grab it and pull it off.

Did you come to take the plane across?

Yes.

We dragged it here by hand.

We'll roll it out, and you can fly off.

Where are you from?

Leningrad? Were you born there?

No, I'm from Moscow.

Did you hear that we helped the city with food?

I heard.

At least it won’t be in vain if we all get killed.

Why would they kill us?

Well, if they find us.

They found the neighbors.

They cut open the stomachs of pregnant women with bayonets.

Planes come to you regularly! Why don’t they take you out?

And then who will fight here? There's no one else.

We'll stand here.

Ah... my mouth tastes bitter.

The Germans brought tanks.

What do we care about their tanks?

Aren’t you cold?

No.

Go, take a walk.

Just go.

My son is quiet, he won’t bother you.

In Leningrad, you can give him to his grandmother if she’s alive.

The second army is encircled. They’re not doing well.

And what if I get shot?

Then there's nothing to be done.

Shoo! Get out!

You whore, you broke Valka’s hand.

You’ll get yours, whore!

You whore!

Dad said that in certain soils,

bodies can remain preserved for a thousand years, as if they were alive.

I wonder why that is?

Goodbye.

Must be something about the composition.

The pilot was already dead. But there’s fuel.

Wait! Wait!

Take it!

Please, I'm begging you, look at him, he's a good boy!

Do you want me to kneel?

- Please... - And what if I get shot?

They won’t shoot you, give him to his grandmother, she works at the Hermitage, you'll find her.

Fool! And if I get shot?!

Please, save him! Help me, I'm begging you!

If his grandmother isn’t alive, give him to an orphanage. He’ll just die here.

He’ll die, do you understand?!

He’ll die here! Save him, please!

- Save him, you bitch! - Calm down!

Don’t worry, little one.

Don’t be afraid, child. They will love you.

Your mother just didn’t tell us your name.

What would you like to be called?

When I was in my mother's belly,

for some reason, she thought I would be a boy and called me Stepan.

Styopka.

You'll be Stepan.

Maybe you’ll become a pilot...

We’ll fly with you.

Styop!

Styop, are you okay? Open your eyes!

What’s wrong with you? Styop!

Styopochka, please open your eyes!

LENINGRAD

I pulled it down.

They keep bombing.

My bones ache.

Strange, I’ve never been to the Hermitage before.

I always wanted to see it. Is anyone still working here?

The museum workers are working. Those who haven’t died yet.

Over there, they’re patching the roof.

I catch birds for Lidiya Semyonovna.

I hide behind a column, then throw a blanket over them.

Lidiya Semyonovna. She should have finished by now.

I thought they took all the paintings away.

I'm copying this one for myself.

I’m looking for Anna Mikhailovna, for the child.

She’s at the theater. You’ll find her there.

Second row.

There are tickets for the seats next to her. I’ll bring them right away.

Which theater?

Not all of us are dead yet.

The Muzkomedia is still running. We supervise the museum here.

- Lidiya Semyonovna, you have... - Seryozha...

Anyechka has died, we need to take her to the basement.

I’ll take her.

And what about the child?

Dead.

We need to say goodbye and bury her.

Well...

Maybe that’s for the best.

- And the ticket? - I’ll bring it right away.

Hey, when your heart calls

You must be careful...

A woman breaks you,

She tortures and torments you.

A woman ruins you,

Be careful not to get lost.

A woman is a great danger, because she keeps growing, growing, growing.

Be careful, just be careful, beware of women.

Anna Mikhailovna? I came because of your grandson.

Do we know each other?

- No, we don’t know each other. - Shh, shh, later.

...the woman he chooses.

There is nothing more beautiful than love,

it’s always been so beautiful.

When I embrace my rose, the sky turns pink.

Pink love,

a pink dream.

In the depths of my heart, I nurture it, and lock it with a kiss.

Ask the daisy from the meadow,

it gives if it has grown.

From a beautiful woman's heart, ask for delight, ask for love.

Hey, but when your heart calls,

you must be careful!

My God!

We’re done, let’s go.

Come on, come on.

Dad, my daddy,

I tell him, spring is coming,

In Leningrad, grass will grow, leaves will sprout,

you can even eat them. But he just lies down and stays down...

He lies there, hungry, but what can I give him?

I’ve given him everything.

He lies there and lies, lies, and then he leaves...

46, 47...

48, 49...

50, 51...

STALINGRAD FRONT, FIELD AIRPORT Our homeland is going through hard times.

Stalingrad is in danger,

- new cities and the North Caucasus are at risk. - Let’s go, let’s go!

Bagota!

Gavrilov. Khajibayev.

To the captain!

Sazonov! Stop staring at the comrade pilot.

Check the ammunition.

You are so serious and strict.

But your eyes are kind.

The eyes don’t lie.

- As they are. - Get up.

Shine, shine, my little star,

The messenger of love...

- Here you go. - Thank you.

Thank you, Lyubochka!

Why do you always look at me like that?

Lately, my eyes have been hurting a lot. From nervousness.

Yours too?

My neck from overwork, I’m covered in sweat.

- Me too. - It doesn't matter. Everything will pass.

- Here’s the porridge. - Thank you very much!

I couldn’t sleep all night yesterday. Just kept tossing and turning.

Timofey Mikhailovich,

- why didn’t you go to the Volga? - I don’t have time for everything.

I’m busy.

Number 27, maintain landing direction.

Pull up, don’t fall asleep.

Number 27, you’re too steep.

Pull up to the T. Pull up, don’t fall asleep.

Number 27! Don’t fall asleep! Too fast!

You’re going to crash.

Takeoff mode! Pull the stick toward you! Takeoff mode! Pull the stick toward you!

Go for a second pass!

Anya! Anyachka is burning!

Anya! Anya! Anyachka is burning! Anya!

Anya! Anya is burning!

Anya!

Anya is burning!

The worst part is that

I’ve started to get used to these deaths.

I don’t feel anything at all.

Some come, others go.

I don’t even remember their names. That’s not good, is it?

Comrade Regiment Commander,

You can see the exhaustion in the unit, the people hardly sleep.

They’re doing the best they can.

The equipment can’t hold up either, there are many non-combat losses, everyone’s exhausted.

They can barely stand...

What can I do?

Nothing.

And their lives are short,

like those of butterflies.

Put the wide one on the wide.

That’ll be good.

They say our losses in Stalingrad are heavy...

I keep dreaming of my last flight.

That I’m burning.

We’ll all burn.

All of us...

We will leave...

When this is over...

You bitch!

Come here! Come here!

- Hysteric. - Get out! Get out!

- You bitch! - Stop, you! Stop!

Why?

I’ve been looking for you for two hours!

Why are you running after me?

I do what I want.

I told Volodya many things. That I don’t love him, too.

I don’t love him.

Why are you doing this?

Why do you run after everyone with your requests and advice?

Because you act like a prostitute.

If Volodya dies, what will you do?

Do you think you’re better than everyone?

You betrayed your father, your mother.

How do you live at all? Can you sleep?

Aren’t you ashamed?

On what grounds do you say that?

Who gave you the right, you bitch?

My father was a genius pilot. The best pilot!

He even took me with him.

Do you know how he died?

He said it was too early to use the engines.

Weird, isn’t it?

That’s why they killed them.

Along with my mother.

And I renounced my name. I changed it to this hateful one.

What is it? Yes, I’m a traitor. I’m no better. I’m a traitor.

And then the orphanage.

A guardian.

I was a ballet girl. Radiant. Kind.

I went to him when he called me.

He raped me.

I am worse.

Worse than all of you.

Only I know that if I survive,

I will find him and kill him.

I’ll kill him.

And then I’ll hang myself.

And...

- But now it’s better! - Zhenya! What are you doing, Zhenya?!

Stop!

Enough, calm down, forgive me. Please, forgive me.

Forgive me, come here.

It’s okay, darling, dear, please forgive me...

Just calm down.

I won’t leave you.

I’ll take you with me after the war, do you hear?

I’ll take you with me.

I’m sorry.

I’m sorry.

The star is crooked. Redraw it.

Am I fighting so you can ruin it?

I paint for the whole regiment. My hand trembles because of you.

Nothing is ever good enough for you.

You’ve got a twisted mind, anyway.

What do you even consider pleasant?

I don’t consider. I know that the plane is covered in oil.

Do something so it doesn’t spray, then we can talk.

- What should I do? - And the engine burns my leg.

New ones are coming, and they won’t spray.

I’m not a factory, what do you want me to do? The engine sucks.

- I’ll report you. - Go ahead.

Also write that he steals supplies. Aren’t you ashamed, Stepanov?

Why do you sneak into the villages at night to steal chickens, huh?

- The women call him "the night menace." - They lie.

I’ll write that too!

- What’s going on there? - Nothing important...

I don’t know what to do, who to write to...

What could have happened to the girls?

In Kiev, the rabbi is a wise man.

Maybe he’ll help somehow, talk to the Germans.

Why would they want my family? For nothing...

But this is terrible...

This not knowing.

- Gloom-monger? - Huh?

- Why don’t they write to you? - There’s no one to.

Zhenka, after the war, I’ll marry you.

You’ll give birth to fat, lazy kids, they’ll be tractor drivers.

Don’t listen to him.

I’ll adopt you, and the kids will be rabbis.

Leave me alone!

- Redraw it. - Okay, I’ll redraw it.

Hey, Gloom-monger, the star really is crooked.

I’ll warm up my hands in a moment and fix it.

Strength and health, Comrade Lieutenant Colonel!

What do you want this late? Have you fallen in love with me, or what?

Not at all.

You said I’m Onufriy.

You always fly alone. Take me with you.

- Close up. - Yes, sir!

- Mityuskina! - Yes, Comrade Lieutenant Colonel!

- Take the hat. - Yes, sir!

- Away from the propeller! - Yes, sir!

Number 17, what do you dream about?

I always dream the same thing:

that I’m dancing. That I step onto the stage alone,

start the pirouette,

spin, spin,

step in blood and fall.

I get up again, spin again, and fall again.

Do you dream about your parents?

Almost none. Set the radio to nine.

Yes, sir.

Father was right.

I only now understand that he was right.

Everyone lied to me. Then I lied to myself, too.

I wanted to make amends—but for what?

Your father was right.

The engine was faulty. He wrote to Moscow, but they didn't believe him.

They shot him. A senseless mistake.

Why did they kill him?

It's a tough question.

Life doesn't weigh anything, it's all about the meaning.

I don't want to die for those who reported us.

Not everyone reported, 17.

I've seen a lot of blood.

I’ve seen estates burned down with children inside, and churches set on fire.

I stayed silent, didn't say a word.

But I don't fight because of the evil in us, but for something better.

German at ten o'clock altitude!

Prepare for battle!

Yes, sir!

I'm attacking!

17, take care of the German.

Pull it here, pull it there, pull it here, pull it there...

Again there, now pull it here.

I soldered the radiator yesterday. It didn’t help. Now swallow!

Okay. I’ll check it myself.

- Go ahead. - Hold this.

Because your hands grow out of the wrong place...

What's going on?

The engine on plane 12 is eating up oil.

Hand me the pliers.

- Here you go. - And the 10mm wrench.

Maska, everything okay?

Everything.

- It’s our fourth flight today, right? - Yes.

The German went into a dive, I followed, he pulled up,

I stayed on his tail, then he turned right, I followed.

And I shot him down.

Girls, we beat the Germans. I shot him down, you shot him down.

But for some reason, they aren’t writing that we shot him down.

They could’ve mentioned it.

They probably don’t want to say that girls are fighting.

Don’t think that way. How many men are there? And how many of us? Very few.

Here... here.

We’re retreating. The Germans are already in Stalingrad.

They'll write about us later.

I keep wondering if anyone will even remember us?

That we fought?

I’ll be a heroine in the memoirs.

And you’ll be the tyrant of our regiment.

This is 17, to all units: 40 until the target. Attack from direction 150.

Copy that.

Copy that.

Ding-ding-ding...

- Bells ringing... - Mas, why do you always sing?

20 until the target. Attack, heading 150.

This is 17, to all units: get to work.

Air raid!

Three Russian fighters at 11 o’clock!

Everyone to your positions! They're at 11 o’clock!

All clear. We are attacking.

I’m diving, I’m diving...

Masha, go left. Trust me.

We’re entering the second loop.

Repeat attack!

Damn it! I lost sight of them!

Looks like they were “ILs”...

Come on!

Attack!

I’m on target. I’m on target. I’m on target.

I’ve been hit. I’m burning.

Come back! Masha, cover Katya! I’ll catch up with them.

- Copy that! - Fool.

Where’s the plane?

Katya, can you hear me?

Katya, my sunshine, please, trim toward yourself.

Katya, can you hear me? I’m behind you!

Katya! Katya, breathe, I’m behind you!

Girls, I can’t make it, I can’t land. I can’t jump, I’m too low.

Katya, I’m behind you.

Katya, everything will be fine. Can you hear me?

The rudder isn’t responding.

Katya, Katya dear, please, my sunshine, please,

Please, pull the trim toward you.

Don’t give up. Come on, you’re almost there.

We’re almost landing, please.

It’ll be okay now. Keep the landing course, come on.

The most important thing is to hold the course!

Reduce speed, pull up the plane, Katya.

Stay calm, come on. Everything will be fine now.

Katya, please!

Zhenya, I can’t land it...

I can’t land it, Zhenyechka...

- I’m holding, I’m holding... - Katya, it’s too low, Katya!

I can’t land it, Zhenyechka, Zhenya.

I can’t land it.

More lively!

It seems she’s still alive!

Come on! Pull!

Are you leaving?

I asked the commander to transfer me to another regiment.

He approved.

So, that’s it.

What a fool you are. We love you.

Thank you.

Do you believe in God?

God exists.

I always want to say something, but I can't.

I told you, everyone I loved has died.

The house was bombed.

Now say something, you.

I was recently thinking that our people are the world’s suffering.

We’re saving the world this way.

We take on its horrors, its mistakes, its suffering.

There’s something terrible and noble in that, isn’t there?

Katya is always dreaming now.

Goodbye.

- Really? - Take care of the dog.

Hey...

Shh, shh.

- Careful! - It’s all fine!

Do you believe?

No. I don’t believe.

There’s technology. There are people.

The rest is just an attempt to believe there’s a good world somewhere.

I’m trembling all over.

People shift the responsibility off themselves.

They invent some kind of truth.

Did he leave you?

- Let’s feed it. - Let’s feed it.

- Don’t tremble, sweetheart. - Now it’s just the two of us.

Winter is almost here.

- Careful... - Pass the hat.

Comrade Colonel, permission to approach you.

- Permission granted. - Let’s go to the infirmary!

- Enough, Melnikova. - He hasn’t been with us for three months.

Leave me alone, I’m fine. Healthy. Period.

- I’m asking you, please. - I’m done. That’s it. Enough.

Comrade Colonel,

there was no incident in your absence.

The regiment’s chief of staff, Lieutenant Colonel Bondar.

Draw a star.

Yes, sir, draw a star.

Comrade Lieutenant Colonel, please talk to him.

I will.

I can’t fly. I can’t fly.

What’s wrong with you?

I can’t fly, I’m scared, I can’t fly.

Shall we report the plane is faulty?

Then you won’t have to fly.

Well?

We shouldn’t do that.

The city is burning, the children... We can’t.

The city is burning, the children... We can’t.

To the planes!

Take off the chocks!

Take off the chocks!

- Clear of the propeller! - Clear of the propeller!

- Clear of the propeller! - Clear of the propeller!

Clear of the propeller!

I’ve been hit...

I’m burning.

Come on, come on, come on.

Come on! Come on. Please, please, please.

I’m losing altitude.

I’m jumping.

Come on. Get up quickly. Lift up!

We’re retreating.

Mother! Mother!

Got a smoke?

No.

You’re the pilot who crashed, right?

What does it feel like on the ground?

Not the same as up there with you.

I’m dying.

Tell me about Leningrad.

I have...

a daughter. In Leningrad...

I’m worried...

They’re starving, right?

They say...

everyone there has died.

No, they haven’t died.

They’re not starving.

There’s hardly any bombing.

The city is bright. The streets are bright.

People are happy.

The women wear dresses.

I imagine your daughter is happy.

No, she definitely is.

My parents go to work in the mornings. They argue.

They make up. They walk together.

We have a dog, and it chews on the cupboard.

My mother washes the windows, and you can see the Neva.

She makes cutlets, but my father doesn’t like them...

Do you hear me?

Shh, shh.

We’ve got him!

Warriors!

Charge!

- Hurrah! - Charge!

- Forward! - Hurrah!

Hurrah!

Hurrah!

And when death comes, we’ll die.

I took the bottle, sugar, butter,

sausage, canned goods, got on the train, and went to Akhta.

Are you going to light up?

Do you smoke?

I don’t smoke.

- Well, congratulations on that. - Thank you.

Zhenya.

What?

Come here.

So, what’s the deal?

Most of the guys are dead...

but you’re still alive.

Is someone protecting you, or what?

They brought you here for your beauty.

No one’s protecting me at all.

You’re just a shitty pilot.

Open your mouth!

I remember how I was bleeding.

Because of the foster father.

You bitch.

Go to sleep.

I’ll sit for a bit, I’m not hiding.

They’ll execute you.

It’ll be fine.

What can you do?

It could have been the leg. Why the head?

- Oh my God... - I'll take the blame.

No, why would you do that?

Do you think my children are still alive?

- Yes. - I don’t think so.

I walk, I eat,

I try to recall their faces, but I can't anymore.

You're a good pilot. You could still have a family, children.

I’m alone.

Stepanov is alone, too.

- We are alone. - You will survive.

- Let's do it with matches. - Okay.

If it goes out on an even number—you.

If odd—it’s me.

One.

Two.

Three.

Four.

Five.

Six.

Seven.

Eight.

Nine.

Ten.

Eleven.

Twelve.

Thirteen.

Fourteen.

Fifteen.

Sixteen.

Seventeen.

Eighteen.

Go on.

Start it.

Comrade Colonel, permission to approach you.

I’m listening.

You could have refused to take me into the regiment.

Who needs someone like me?

Well, I didn’t refuse, as you can see.

Why?

I’m a nobody.

Because I didn’t want to.

So you’re brave?

My father was brave, too.

Can you love those who have died? Everyone who has died?

Yes, you can. It would be nice.

Everything is upside down. It’s all confused.

By the way, you're not old.

A little worn out, but not old.

Could you fall in love with me?

You can be Vasily or anyone else...

Innokenty, Mikhail Mikhailovich, we’re comrades in war.

I love you.

I won’t tell anyone.

We live and are free as long as the war lasts.

Don’t be afraid.

Don’t be afraid.

Don’t be afraid.

Today we have no losses.

They shot down four, but no losses.

It’s been three days now.

It’s good that there are no losses, it means they’ve learned.

Comrade Regiment Commander!

The fighters are asking if they’ll be playing foreign songs again.

Konyakhin, I forbid you to shout.

Remember, Vivaldi and flying are almost the same.

You should learn classical music.

Yes, sir, Comrade Regiment Commander, I’ll learn classical music!

Somehow I got really drunk, everything looks purple...

No worries, Kshesinskaya, you’ve been drinking constantly, after all.

What can we do, it's part of our culture. The main thing is the singer stays sober!

Vesyolov, what kind of cigarettes are these? Where are they from?

Camel-flavored. I traded for them.

710 What do Americans like so much about camels?

And what did you trade them for? Army rations?

I should shoot you.

You can’t, Yevgeniya Mikhailovna would be upset.

And she’s got a heavy hand, a steel character.

Yevgeniya Mikhailovna, should we shoot this swindler?

Shoot him.

What now, swindler, hiding behind her skirt?

We’ve got enough camels, keep sniffing them.

Theirs are special.

Look at the name on the package: “Camel”!

They must’ve named it after the camel.

Don’t be silly. Camel tobacco.

Velvet pig. Goat perfume.

- I’ll give it to you tomorrow evening. - It’s not too late.

- Where were you? - Sleeping.

- The sky is so clear today. - Yeah.

- It’ll be a cold night. - So beautiful!

You won’t stop loving me, will you?

What are you talking about, Zhenya? Never.

Just don’t get bored with me.

What a shame, the commander is a wreck.

His heart barely beats anymore.

And now?

Everything okay?

Yes, everything’s fine.

I need you to love me.

- We’ll grow old together. - Yes.

Well, you will, anyway.

I’ll buy you a cane.

- For me? - Yes.

You’ll be cranky, and sometimes I’ll hit you with it.

Until you’re afraid of me

and only talk to me on command.

A brilliant woman and a foolish man. Aren’t we a perfect pair?

Zhenya, I agree with everything, just don’t hit me with the cane.

That’s up to you.

Look how tightly they’re flying.

They’re good, they’ve learned.

So, it wasn’t all in vain.

No.

Do you remember, when I first came to you,

I had no idea...

what to do.

That horse...

Do you remember?

Liosha! Liosha!

Liosha! Liosha! Liosha, look at me.

Liosha, look at me.

Here!

Here!

Here! Here!

Farewell, Liosha. Farewell!

What nonsense, his heart just stopped.

My soul hurts.

Everyone dies.

- Everyone. - But we will win.

No, not a speech right now.

Stepanov, get the planes ready. Check the thrust with me.

We asked him many times to go for a medical check-up, but in vain.

He joked about it, said "later". There was nothing we could do.

There were no signs.

How were we to know he had a heart at all?

We didn’t know, we really didn’t know.

Don’t joke around.

I was free with him, just like in childhood.

Light. He understood me.

And now, it’s over.

Tomorrow will be a hard day.

You need sleep.

Are you pregnant?

I don’t know. Probably.

Fedya, calm down. We still need to unload two more planes.

SOUTHERN FRONT, FIELD AIRPORT, 1943 No more, there’s too much snow.

Not now, don’t torment yourself.

You’ll have more children.

What a cold winter...

Yes. You’ll have them. Not now, maybe next time.

I simply made a mistake.

I don’t want the world to be empty.

Konyakhin strained his voice yesterday.

Can you imagine how he squeaked? He was angry and funny.

He took off his boots,

and I hid them.

Yevgeniya Mikhailovna!

Yevgeniya Mikhailovna!

Yevgeniya Mikhailovna! The Germans have surrendered!

What?

They’ve surrendered at Stalingrad!

What do you mean, surrendered?

They’ve suffered heavy losses, they’ve all surrendered!

- Everything will be fine! - Now we will win!

Hurrah!

Hurrah!

- Where did they surrender? - In Stalingrad!

Hurrah!

They’ve surrendered!

Hurrah!

You know, when you came here, I thought it was stupid

that women would be fighting.

No one believed in you. But the commander did.

- The commander believed. - So did Rita!

Zhenya, Zhenyochka, darling, we’ve won! We’ve won!

Hurrah!

BELORUSSIAN FRONT, MILITARY AIRFIELD AUTUMN 1943

How are you, Bjelova?

The bombers just called back about tomorrow’s escort.

It’s canceled due to the weather.

The Germans have fled. They abandoned Harcsit. Left everything behind.

If it’s canceled, it’s canceled.

We're moving to another base. Soon, we'll attack again.

We’ll attack.

But the new planes haven’t arrived yet.

How much longer do we have to wait? The 43rd regiment already has one.

You’ll get new planes.

It’s funny, the Fritz didn’t even have a chance to escape.

No news about Masha.

I don’t believe she’s dead. Maybe she got to her own people?

Not yet.

They searched for the plane but didn’t find it.

Vas.

Tell them to keep searching, not to give up.

Find Masha. Find her.

She’s not dead.

- I’ll tell them, for sure. - I can’t live without her.

The reinforcements have arrived. I want to introduce you.

Come in, Comrade Lieutenant.

Comrades, meet our best fighter pilot,

Lieutenant Bjelova.

- Zhenya. - Farida.

- Vera. - Masha.

- Nastya. - Anya.

Marina. I read about you in the papers.

Have a seat.

- Olya. - Valya.

Kseniya.

How many combat missions have you completed?

The Germans are afraid when you’re in the air.

Many missions. I don’t remember how many.

They’re not afraid. Don’t believe the rumors.

Comrade Major.

Comrade Lieutenant, reporters have come from Moscow for you.

What do they want from me now?

Slava, I can’t do it now.

Could you make something up?

Comrade Lieutenant, I will be your escort now.

Alright. What’s your name?

Marina Yatsenko.

I want to fight. I’m ready to die if needed.

You don’t have to die.

You’ll be better off getting some sleep. That’s important.

But you don’t have to die.

I’ve seen a lot of death in my life.

I remember Katya, the boys without eyes, legs,

without arms.

I often asked myself what’s more important: the homeland or the people?

- Want a smoke? - I don’t smoke.

At first, Masha didn’t smoke either.

Then I realized these things are equally important.

Without a homeland, we’re no longer ourselves, but someone else.

And without us, there is no homeland.

I’ve lost my matches.

We must fight so there will be fewer dead.

But to die like this... You’re not a machine, Marina.

Yes, sir.

Comrade Lieutenant. Why did you miss the medical examination?

You find me everywhere, don’t you? I’ll go later.

- I don’t know. - Maybe tomorrow?

This hairstyle looks good on you... just comb it to the side.

I like it this way.

Sevelko, give this to Polina.

I found an old book.

1496 02:14:54,

- Show me! - What’s in it?

Shall we fly somewhere, just to disappear?

Only the sky around us.

The purity...

Just the two of us.

You go wherever you want, do whatever you want.

No anger, no fear.

No anger, no fear.

Katya, Marika, Rita, Lyosha, Masha...

Where are you all?

How are you up there?

An Indian! Seems he’s alone.

Distance 900 meters.

Roger that! Attacking! Attacking!

Carl! Come in from the right! Don’t risk it!

Oh my God, oh my God...

Mother, Father, I’m coming to you...

Lyosha, I’ll be there soon.

Lyosha... Katya...

Mother, Father, I’m coming to you...

My God!

BACK TO THE LENINGRAD FRONT, AIRFIELD, SPRING 1944

Let’s go.

You snuck into the kitchen, huh? Troublemaker?

I’ll tell Bondar you’re taking everything. Eating it all up.

I’m not taking anything.

Everyone lies. Pathetic people.

You think everyone’s pathetic.

Yeah...

- You’re a troublemaker, a troublemaker! - No, I’m not!

Masha!

Masha!

Maska.

How are you?

The plane crashed.

The women hid me in the village.

I crossed the front line. Then they checked me.

The usual story.

Girls... My pilots...

Alright, don’t cry.

I know. I know about everyone.

That’s how it is. It’s war.

So?

That’s enough. Don’t cry.

You remember everyone, I remember everyone.

Enough.

- Everything will be alright now. - Yes.

I miss you all so much.

We’ll survive everything.

It doesn’t matter.

We’ll win soon.

Now, how about a smile?

Now we’re sure to win.

Smile, I said! Smile.

- What’s new? - New girls are flying.

The planes are new and good.

The radios are new and good.

The oil doesn’t splatter.

Want to fly today?

Hungarian subtitles: pasanyov https://kinok55.blogspot.com/

To all the women who fought selflessly on the fronts and in the partisan squads, saved lives in the hospitals, and worked in the rear. Sadly, many of them didn’t live to see victory.

To my family, where almost everyone fought. To my heroic fallen, my grandfather Igor Karmalit, whom I never met, my grandmother Valentina Borshchagovskaya, who survived the hell of occupation and saved my then very young mother. To Yuri German, Tatiana Rittenberg-German, Aleksandr Borshchagovsky, and my parents, haunted by the war for the rest of their lives.