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The Aerograd

Production of the Mosfilm and Ukrainfilm studios, 1935

Production manager - Z. Darevskiy

Director - Aleksandr Dovzhenko

Assistant directors - Yu. Solntseva, S. Kevorkov

Cinematography by M. Gindin, honoured worker of arts E. Tisse, N. Smirnov

Original music by D. Kabalevskiy Sound editor- N. Timartsev

Production design by A. Utkin, V. Panteleyev Lyrics by V. Gusev

Cast: Far-Eastern guerrillas - collective farmers, taiga hunters,

pilots, Red Navy men Old tigerer - guerrilla Stepan Hlushak ''Tiger Death'' -

actor S. Shagaida and his son Pilot Vladimir- actor S. Stolyarov

Hlushak's friend and betrayer, fur farmer Vasil Khudyakov - honoured actor of the republic S. Shkurat

Chinese guerrilla Van-Lin - actor G. Tsoy Young Chukchi man - actor M. Tabunasov

Old Believers, sectarians, kulaks, who ran away from us to the taiga wilderness

Old Believers-saboteurs from Manchukuo. They are followed by two samurais - actors L. Kan and I. Kim.

And saboteur-bandit Anikiy Shabanov - honoured actor of the Republic B. Dobronravov

Long live to the city of Aerograd, which should we, Bolsheviks,

build on the beach of the Great Ocean.

Goodbye, mother, here is my hand.

I am flying away to the Pacific Ocean shore.

There stands black taiga as if a wall,

There is mist over grey hills,

There raises mist over the hills.

To the east of the super-river Amur,

on he beach of the Japanese sea by name of Karl Marx

the old world is getting shorter and also the great ocean is getting narrower.

Unknown men are carrying dynamite overthe Amur frontier -

six Russians, two strangers.

Attention. We are going to kill them now.

Who knows how to read taiga can detect a person there from afar.

- I'm dying?.. No?

- Yes.

- May I say something before I die. No?..

- You may.

- A-ah!.. I hate all your country, and your nation, and your calmness,

and your jolly sweat, and collective work!

...all the taiga - millions of cubic meters!

- What are you angry with, stilly?

- Taiga - one hundred and ten millions hectares! No?..

Coal from Suchan, Artemovsk, the Kurils, there is one hundred billion tons!

Let me! Let me!.. No?..

Gold! Amur - gold, diamonds, gold! Aldan - gold! One billion!

- It won't help.

- My great Asia!

And ten millions, and honey, and bread, and fur, and towns from the sea to the Baikal lake!

No? Today Suchan and mines will be blown into pieces.

My dynamite...

Keeping silence?

Why are you silent?

- What should I say?

I have been chasing you for eight working days and I should admit it was not in vain.

Your statistics is right.

You endorsed by signature your own death without mistakes.

Well, the dynamite I picked up last week and buried in taiga.

- Ah!..

- Well, stop fidgeting!

Easy!

I shoot!

- Now we'll enter and kill you.

Come out!

- Vasil?! Is that you?.. - Stepan? Wait, wait, wait!..

- Stop!.. God! I hardly took a sin upon my soul! - What?

- Well, I'm getting older...

- What?

- The sight is not the same...

- Tell me, did you notice anything?

- No, I did not.

No.

- Vasil Petrovich!. Do you remember, when we were boys!..

That time I killed my fifth tiger and saved your life.

Since that time Golds have been calling me ''Tiger Death''.

These days my son is arriving from Moscow by air.

In his letter, he writes that ten thousand kilometres is not so far nowadays!

Youth is making their way to the ocean!

And on the shore, where I did that tiger... remember?..

Aerocity will be built!

And this city will define both our life and the Pacific ocean!

Well, tell me once again - did you notice a stranger here?

- No!..

- Thank you, my friend! See you!

Leave your farm, Vasil! It is another time! You will die!

- From the top of the Sikhote-Alin mounting range,

from the origins of the taiga river Bykina I augur to the north,

to the west and to the south: the red star should succumb to the eastern wind!..

- Shabanov! Shabanov! Shabanov is coming!..

- Shabanov! Shabanov!

Why he is alone? Where are the others?

Here he comes... Silence, silence! Silence! Silence! Silence!

...Ah-ah!

- In the name of God Father, God Son, and God Holy Spirit!

- Where're you from? Where did you live for so many years?

- In Manchuria! In Manchukuo. From there I'm speaking to you.

- So what?

- In Khabarovsk I read the ''Pravda'' newspaper stuck to a fence!

Everything got swirling before my eyes, the fence and the mob...

Then I bought it for five soviet kopecks...

And the ''Pravda'' fell out of my hands. It was about us!

Radio shouted about it. Croaked into my head!

Into my back of the neck!

Into the chest: "Where are Old Believers?

Where did kulaks escape to?''

The horse was frightened and rushed as a vortex to the road.

A turnpike was falling... I was watching -

Antichrists were transporting our relatives to the west and to the west,

as a class, with children and old!..

- A-ah! Hush! Hush! A-ah! Silence!

- Where is Nikodimov?

Where is Petrov?

They are buried!..

Where are underground officers, Holy Christ?!

They were caught at lumber mills, in collective farm fields,

as puppies, by ears - and amen...

Rebellion!!!

- Are you keeping silence?

Where are the Kudin brothers?!

Silayev?!.

Where's Sharapov?..

Sharapova Anisya!

- It is me.

- Widow! - Help! Help! - Glikeriya Silayeva! - A-ah!

- Widow!

Widow Marpha Kudina!

- A-ah! Help! A-ah!

- Kudina Fekla! Mariya Kudina!

- Widow?.. You lie!.. You lie... Tell me that you lie!

A-ah!

- I found the bodies by chance, roaming in taiga for two months.

- And what about delegates? Japanese?

- Samurais?

I don't know...

Both of them cannot reach here.

Hlushak -Tiger Death

killed the guides!

- Well.

Regardless of all, a tiger cannot look straight into human eyes.

I remember, it was for so many times when it started roaring,

jumped at you as a devil and in two steps would stop for a moment.

Without fail.

Well, this moment you should surely shoot it.

Fancy that, what kind of power a human eye possess!

- Scared, I suppose.

- No, I am not. I am afraid of a human. He has become courageous. You hardly can stop him.

- Are you frightened, grandpa? - Well, no, I am not... - Yes, you are... old coward! Are you a grown-up!

- Well, let it be, let it be. Sleep, sleep.

- You have arrived?

- Yes, I have.

I have arrived by air!

And due to the flight the horse spited blood out and fell dead.

And then I ran as if a thief, dodging towns, collective farms, lumber mills...

I crawled for three nights along an animal run to the sea: I reached a collective farm!..

And whose was that?

Korean fishermen, our workers...

Anger is boiling, boiling... The tongue is parched...

Give me some water!

The Earth is round and it rotates.

Do you hear?

Rotates!

God does not exist!

Women, who wear trousers! Thighs are naked!

Music in the taiga!..

Animals of taiga run away...

Railroads!..

A forest is chopped to the left, to the right, getting nearer and nearer!

And at the boundaries there is an army!..

And at the boundaries there is an army - a tractor next to a tractor!

Bolsheviks are ploughing, ploughing and singing!

...Kill children!

THE SON OF PILOT HLUSHAK WAS BORN IN THE TAIGA.

Planes are soaring over mists,

carrying soviet stars on their wings,

there my friends, my comrades, are living.

They construct fantastic towns,

fantastic towns...

- Let's call him Kim. - Let's call him Dersu. - Let's call him Van-Lin.

- That is right, Van-Lin is good!

- Van-Lin? Good. Call my grandson Pavel. Our guerrilla name.

- Hello, darling!

- Volodya! Hurrah! Hurrah! Hurrah!

- That is it.

Tomorrow at 11 o'clock I depart to the Chukotski peninsula.

I should pick up there an American pilot who was going to fly around the World - his plane failed.

And tomorrow, that same day, at 9 o'clock I will deliver him to America.

- How could it be? Counterclockwise?

- Along the direction of the Earth's rotation but a bit faster on that latitudes.

- Well, well... What a life!

- Are you scared? - No, I am not. - This is not the thing, which scares me. I am afraid of people. Humans have become courageous.

- Right, right, right. Right you are, father! ...And how about you?

- Not so good. The beast is roaming in taiga.

- Two samurais.

- Two. One, actually... is dead.

- Yes... he died...

- The other one... - Eh!..

- Keep silence!..

In a word the guerrillas will gather together today.

Do you hear?

Heat them up a bit, Volodya.

- Well, Stepan, to fly ten thousand kilometres, it is...

- Well, it is more difficult...

It is much more difficult then to hunt alone two hundred and forty kilos of a taiga cat.

- Stepana, bad people appeared in taiga.

Stepana they come from Iman, from Khor and from Fudzin.

Stepana, they carry rifles but they don't shoot...

- They are coming not along animal runs. I know.

- You know everything, Stepana.

You killed them very little... I saw your prints near Khudyakov's fanza.

- Go on, go on?

- Yourfriend is not at home. Yourfriend went taiga with another man...

- That's it, is it?!

Listen to me, Van-Lin, tomorrow you follow the tracks and make cuttings on trees. Understood?

Vasil Petrovich?.. No, no, no.

- Well, you are a bear of a man!.. y ou clutched at me!

- So, how is it going? - Good.

- Clearer? - y es, it is.

- Tell us, Volodya, about the international situation.

- We have our own situation here, Volodya. An international wild animal roams here in taiga.

- Did you see it? - No, I did not... They say, you know.

- Then, don't talk. - Good. - What is good?

- Well, Khudyakov went to the faraway farms. Have you met him in taiga?

- In taiga? I have.

- Watch out, Stepan! Khudyakov has something bad on his mind! I feel that...

- Oh, come on, pack it in! Khudyakov is my friend!

- So what?

- I knew Khudyakov, when you was a child!

- Fifty years of our friendship passed in taiga as one day!

- Every day I look around and cannot see enough of it,

I used to ask myself if there is something comparable to this beauty and riches.

- No, there is no such beauty and such riches in the world!

- ...No, Maksim, no.

- How crowded it is here!

- Ivanov! - Here.

- Songs are sung about you, Ivanov.

- Really?

- In the battle near Volochayev you have got twelve wounds...

- ...and the devil didn't take you to the hell!

- All right, I heard it.

- Honoured Red Army man Pugayev!

- Here!

- The one, who changed his sword for a farm apiary.

- Hey, hey! Do not think up anything, wise guy!

- Tsin Zyan the Fearless!.. You became somewhat different!

- Savva Shcherban. - Savva Shcherban! - I am here.

- I start involuntary laughing with only one thought that you were a miraculous hero of the Spasskiy battles.

- Well, you may laugh! I felt past laughter that time. Sometimes I found myself far behind the lines of Japanese or Cossacks!

- Oh, you're a real bear!

- Oh, it was so bloody dreadful, indeed!..

- Well, that's enough. Say on business. Come on.

- Comrades collective farmers, honoured fighters of the Revolution!

You're getting older.

You're getting richer and older. And it is ridiculous.

y ou have the mighty Red Army behind you, and you don't give a damn of what is happening next to you.

- Hey-hey! Stop!... - You say different?

- And you think he is not?

In taiga, there are strange dynamite, strange people on approaches to Aerograd.

Speak, Stepan!

- What can I say?

There are strangers, indeed.

Shcherban is in command.

I'm leading...

Well, see you, old woman.

- Farewell!

The younger one went to the air, the older one went to the forest.

Go, old forest dog!

Go!..

May be this time Old Believers smash your head up!

Go, old tramp.

- Oh, God, why I married this tigress?

- Well... enough. See you, enough.

- They will kill you!

- They won't... Darling! My bird! They won't!!!

- Hey you, bear, ease you clutch! Let's go!

- Darling.

- Well, sonny.

Well...

- Here I go!

...Today the winds from the Ocean told us,

that they saw the enemy at night.

''Stand up, guerrillas! Stand up guerrillas!'' -

the taiga sang for us today.

- ...I want to fly!

- Help! Help! We are dying! Due to multiple of sins we have done!

- I won't go! You are up to no good! I won't go!

- You will! - Father!..

- Go away! Go to hell!

- ...Help! Help! We are dying! Help! Help!

- Have you heard?!

There are a lot of rulings made by new authorities,

which we, Old Believers, cannot observe!

What lesson is given to the people?

What does it teach?

Magic, songs and dances!

Where do all these lead? - To devil!

- And we, Old Believers, who trust in God,

it is shameful and fearful to talk about that,

let alone to do!

And because of all these circumstances and faults it is better for us to live in forests,

with wild animals,

and sufferfrom need

than in beautiful towns and villages under devil's authority!

How long?!

- Scared of the army, you told personally...

- Scared?!

- We've been living with wild animals for eight years and nobody knows about us! Hush, dear, hush...

- Hush! Toad!..

At this place... here a bit lower,

on the ocean shore, the town will be built- Aerograd!

Today, tomorrow, tomorrow!.. What is it?

- Brothers, the city! What a city! Real life! Let us work! A-ah!

- Go home!

Tomorrow I will tok a little.

- Your Highness, we selected seventy five ones

like that and stuck labels to them.

- This night taiga didn't sleep -

neither a human nor an animal.

Taiga's soil is burning beneath our feet with revenge.

Take us, listen to us.

Here is a delegation to the Japanese tsar.

- It's too late.

In a week the officers, which did not obey Mikado,

will advance Primorye from Ussuri.

It is time for you to act from here.

- Scared of an army...

- Yes, yes, yes.

The army is strong.

The army dies in the first battles.

No-o?..

The army is reinforced with peasants. No-o?.. With you.

- Stand by!..

Attention!

We are serving not to people but to God.

We are attacking the radio station in Hutsin tomorrow.

We broadcast from the ocean shore that the revolution is over!

We'll impale, burn, drown all collective farmers and commissars, their wives and children!

Until all they are dead.

- Stop, stop!

You don't go... You don't need to, don't go!..

Here we will kill!

Wee will kill a Japanese...

We will kill Shaban...

We will kill an old woman.

- Who is it? Who is it? - GPU (State Political Directorate)!

- Collective farm!

GPU a little bit... There guerrillas nearby are. Stepana nearby is.

- Hlushak!.. Hlushak!..

- Volodya! Volodya!

- Ah, trapped, idol! Hello, GPU!

- Stepana!.. Stepana!.. Stenana! - Cut!

LONG LIVE TO AEROGRAD, WHICH WE, BOLSHEVIKS,

SHOULD BUILD ON THE SHORE OF VAN-LIN'S OCEAN

- Freeze! Freeze! Don't shoot!.. Don't shoot!

- Khudyakov! Lads, Khudyakov!

- Khudyakov?! Freeze! Freeze! Freeze! Don't dare! Stop!..

- Friend?..

- Where are you going, sonny?

- You have no right!

- I didn't learn rights! I feel a right with my corns!..

Vasil, is that you?

- This is me, me, Stepan... This is me.

- Let's go, Vasil. I am ashamed.

You do not need a rifle.

- Here.

- Farewell.

- Farewell.

- I kill a betrayer and the enemy of working people,

a friend of mine, Vasil Petrovich Khudyakov,

who is sixty years... Witness my grief.

- Oho-ho-ho-ho!

Oho-ho-ho-ho!

Oho-ho-ho-ho!

- Vasya!

- Mother...

- Stop!

Please, without any provocative actions!

- Hey-hey!.. A wonderful price list of deaths!

Old Vasil rested on laurels, Shabanov fritters away the time,

father-superior caught tetanus... and alien committed suicide by stabbing himself. Oh-oh!..

- Stand up! Stand up quicker, you're sitting on a samurai!

- I am sorry.

- Kill me...

- Can't dare.

I'm afraid there could be a scandal.

It's a pity that workers of your country didn't do it!

Well,

wives of dead, defrauded by you husbands, will kill you!

You raised the Soviet peasantry?!

You lie!

A bunch of troglodytes!

Peasantry - here!

And you knew that well!

FROM KAMCHATKA, CHUKOT, THE COMMANDER ISLANDS,

KHABAROVSK, SPASSK, VOLOCHAYEVSK,

CHELYABINSK, SVERDLOVSK, NOVOSIBIRSK,

THE OB, THE LENA, THE YENISEI,

BAIKAL-AMUR, BURYAT-MONGOLIAN, THE USSURI,

THE DNIPRO, VOLGA-DON, THE SYR DARYA,

LENINGRAD,

MOSCOW,

KYIV,

USSURIySK,

ZAPORIZHIA.

...They carry the Soviet star on their wings,

my friends live there. They build fantastic cities...

- Long live to the city of Aerograd,

which we, Bolsheviks,

start building today on the shore of the Great Ocean!

- So, the city does not exist yet, does it?

I came to study in the city!

I heard, I went for eighty sunny days!

I understand - we should build properly!

And when we complete, I will speak.

And there will be as many people as trees in taiga!

- Thank you, eaglets!

Thanks for heights, high rates, courage!

I look at you and feel glad.

Today my taiga dreams come true.

I spent fifty years of my life as one day here in taiga.

And every day I look around and cannot see enough of it, I used to ask myself

if there is something comparable to this beauty and riches.

- No,

there is no such beauty and such riches in the world!

- Then tell me, young people, who will dare?!.

I hit tigers in shoulders here forfifty years of my life!..

The sons of my Fatherland!

Shoot it into an eye if he attacks!

Shoot it into the heart!

THE END