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KBA PRESENTS

A SARIK ANDRESYAN'S FILM

DEDICATED TO THE MULTI-NATIONAL SOVIET PEOPLE

THAT STOOD OUT IN THE FIGHT AGAINST THE FASCISM AND DEFEATED IT

Hello, Uncle Musheg! Is Anush ready yet?

Everyone is waiting in the church.

What church?

The church.

Anyway, what made you think that I will marry my beautiful daughter

to you, bustler?

Can't you see that the table is set?

We're going to sit, have a drink, discuss everything,

and then the church.

Come on, come on! Take your seats.

Take your seats.

Pour yourselves drinks.

My darlings!

I'd like to say a toast.

I'd like to drink to the happiness that awaits you.

Here's to my best son-in-law, a very good one,

to my amazing daughter.

I want us to keep gathering around this table crafted by my father.

Under this chestnut tree planted by my grandfather.

I wish our family to be growing in numbers with each new year.

Here's to your health and happiness.

Thank you.

Comrades!

Here's to my bride!

To the most beautiful girl in the Soviet Union!

What about the church?

You blasphemer!

Hey, Khachatur, my friend!

Put these letters aside.

Come on in, drink to my son-in-law, to my beautiful daughter,

to our happiness.

I beg your pardon.

These are not letters, people. These are summons.

A war has started.

Vokyan.

Sofyan!

Get in the car.

Stepanyan.

Akhverdyan.

Comrade Ovanesyan.

These are the essays you assigned us for the summer.

When will you grade them?

As soon as we defeat the Fascists.

When is that?

Before September, for sure.

Avanesyan.

Don't cry.

We'll go quickly defeat Hitler.

I'll come back, and we'll celebrate our wedding.

Please, return.

Of course.

- Tashikyan! - Coming!

Hurry up! We're departing.

Where are you going?

What is a suitcase for?

To the war.

What war?

You're a father of two, and you're on deferment from military.

Gevorg is going to the war.

Suren is going to the war.

Everyone is.

Am I not a man?

Go home, now. Mom is coming soon.

- Artashes, stop! - Are you crazy?

I'm going to preach about peace in the church now.

That war is bad.

That killing is a sin.

What will people say when they find out that my son decided to become a murderer?

Have fear of God!

Dad, how many times have I told you? There's no God.

It's the 20th century.

We have radio, cinema, planes flying up in the sky.

None of the pilots has seen your God.

- You are a blasphemer. - I'm a Komsomol member.

Stop! Stop!

Do you realize what you are going to?

Who will care for your children? You have two children!

You're not going anywhere.

Please!

Art!

Artashes! Suck your belly in.

They say everyone gets slim in the army.

Have a little patience, Art.

Hey, comrade! Looks like you have my size. Look at mine.

Let's swap?

Okay.

Now, we're talking!

Yea!

Vasily.

- You can call me Vasya. - Artashes.

Suren.

Gevorg.

Are you Georgians?

No, comrade.

From the beautiful land of Armenia.

Right. It's where they make brandy.

You guessed it right.

Come on, Vasya!

Enough! What is this noise?

Who permitted the button box?

This is an accordion, Comrade Commander.

It doesn't matter.

Sign over your instruments to the storage warehouse.

You'll get them back after the war.

Do you have anything else?

All these balalaikas...

All these strums are to be submitted.

So, dancer?

Can't stand on your feet?

I'm a bit tired.

I see.

Stand!

Double work duty for you!

- Can't hear you. - Yes, sir!

Fix yourselves up!

Put yourselves in order.

And get in formation!

Thank you, my friend!

Attention! This is Moscow speaking.

Now for the news bulletin of the Soviet Information Bureau.

During the night of July 22nd, 1941,

our troops were engaged in persistent fights in the areas

of Pskov, Polotsk and Nevel, Smolensk, and Novograd-Volynsky.

In the remaining areas and stretches of the front-line,

there wasn't any major warfare.

Our air force was focused on annihilating the mechanized units of the enemy.

According to the preliminary reports as of July 21st,

our air force took down 32 hostile planes during air fights.

Our losses amount to eight planes.

Only eight! And 32 of theirs.

If it goes on like this, we won't get our chance to fight.

They'll kill all the Germans without us.

The war has been on for a month already.

But they're fighting in the area of Smolensk, not Berlin.

So what?

Have you seen the map?

Where's the border, and where's Smolensk?

They're pushing on like crazy. Mother wrote me about refugees in our village.

Enough of this disconcerting discussion.

- Red Army Private Smirnov! - Yes, sir.

What refugees? Who told you about them?

Well, I...

I don't know for sure, Lieutenant.

If you don't know, why are you blabbing?

You've heard it!

Our troops were conducting persistent fights! Persistent!

Do you all understand?

Or do you have any doubts in the might of the Red Army, Comrade Smirnov?

No, sir. Not at all.

Comrade Lieutenant,

if our army is so strong, why are we retreating?

Gevorg has got a point. The war has been going on for a month.

So what?

They've taken Minsk. They've taken Vitebsk.

They've surrounded Mogilyov. They're about to take Smolensk.

Red Army Private Manukyan,

how do you know about Smolensk?

A driver told me about it.

A driver...

I see.

Alright, soldiers, in formation!

Attention!

Listen to my command!

No more of this fearmongering.

Hitler's plans of Blitzkrieg have been disrupted already.

In the West, we're straightening up the front-line

and reallocating our forces for a decisive counter-strike.

We're not giving Smolensk to the Germans.

A resolute, massive attack of the Red Army

is about to begin.

Is this clear to everyone?

Yes, sir!

When are we going to the front?

When we receive the commander's order.

Meanwhile, as Vladimir Lenin said,

learn the tactics of warfare in the proper way.

Am I clear?

Yes, sir!

Questions, complaints, suggestions?

No, sir.

At ease!

Dismissed.

In 10 minutes, form up for lunch.

Hello, Karine!

Anush!

Hi!

Tell me, does Suren write to you?

He does. Every day.

They are training and training.

He writes that he constantly wants to sleep.

Mine has written me only once.

He says that they have plenty of food at the cook-shop, but it's not good.

No khashlama, dolma, no cheese.

Maybe he'll lose weight there.

Have you heard about Arutyunyans' loss?

Their eldest son, Gagik,

was killed near Smolensk.

So horrible.

Thank God, it's far away from ours.

Yes. Thank God.

What a big country!

We've been traveling the whole day, but still haven't reached the war.

Look!

We've arrived.

Let me pass!

Bastards! I will rip them with my teeth.

We've reached the war.

Comrade Captain!

The first platoon is finishing retrenching.

Permission to take a break for a meal?

We're not at the academy, Lieutenant.

Have a meal since you've finished.

And select a couple swift fighters and send them to me.

I need reconnaissance.

Yes, sir.

I don't like this grove.

Quiet!

Nobody's around.

Again, no fighting for us.

Hear that?

No fighting for us, huh?

They have cannons and maybe tanks, what do we have?

Are you alive?

Vasya!

Suren! Are you okay?

Art!

Comrades!

Retreat!

Brothers!

Everything is quiet. No Germans in sight.

Where did the motorcycle go?

The motorcycle is beside the hut.

Here's the plan.

We'll quietly approach the hut,

storm in and capture the Germans.

That's it.

Better that we reach our troops.

We'll do that.

And we'll bring a talking prisoner with us.

How do we capture them?

We don't have bullets.

Two of them, and four of us.

And they're not expecting us.

I'll shoot you if you yell.

Why are you staring at me? Put away your weiner.

Allow me to take your weapon.

Unshaven soldiers

cold,

hungry,

armed with a gun

that doesn't shoot.

No wonder that it was so easy for us to practically reach Moscow, Friedrich.

Yes, you got that right.

As for you, you're not a soldier at all.

You're slow and fat.

How did you end up here?

Russians must be doing very bad.

Since they're sending men like you to the front.

What did he say?

I think he said that you are too stout for a soldier.

What is this?

Is this yours?

Come on, pork belly!

Come on, play for me.

He wants you to play.

I won't play for him.

Not for him.

The last time.

Play.

And you?

Take this.

Take it!

Do you play the accordion?

Take it.

Dance!

Musicians!

We are ready.

Let them go.

I don't fight with unarmed musicians.

What?

Why are you looking at me like that?

We're taking Moscow any day now.

When the war is over, the Fuhrer will need workers

to work on German farms.

I hope these goofs work better than they fight.

Get out of here.

Fast!

Get out of here now!

I thought they'd shoot us.

What was he saying?

I think he said that the Germans have taken Moscow.

What have you just said?

- Vasya, come on! - He must've misunderstood.

- You misunderstood, right? - Yes, I don't know the language well.

If you don't, then keep silent.

It's impossible that our troops haven't protected Moscow.

Aunt Esmine, have you prayed for Gevorg?

I've been praying for everyone who left.

Did Artashes write to you long ago?

He has written.

We got a letter recently and read it with his father.

He writes that everything is good, he's fighting.

There hasn't been any news from Gevorg for a month.

Let me do it.

I wish we had a lamb to roast on this fire.

Lamb?

I would eat anything right now.

Come on!

No way!

A lamb will do.

Don't anyone move!

You damn spies!

What do you mean, pops?

- We're not spies, we're... - Shut up!

You think I don't get that you're trying to signal to the Fritzs?

Line up one by one!

Go!

Where to?

To the end of the world! You go to wherever I say.

I'll deliver you to our troops.

Our troops are here?

They say the Germans are in Moscow.

Dream on, you Fascist lap dog.

Forget about Moscow! Go!

Halt! Who's coming?

I'm not your enemy, boy!

It's me, Granddad Andrey.

You see? I've caught spies.

They were sending a signal to the Germans.

With fire and music.

We're not spies.

We were trying to get warm.

We'll figure it out.

Milochevich, take them to the Major.

Comrade Major, permission to speak.

- Granted. - We've found four spies in the woods.

They were sending the Germans a signal with a fire and music.

Bring them in.

Who are you? Do you have IDs?

Comrade Commander, we're actually...

Here. It's all written in here.

The 38th Division.

Understood.

What's your story about signals and music?

We were just playing.

Well, I can show you.

Go ahead.

Merry fellows!

Comrade Major, we'd like to eat and go back to our division.

Your division doesn’t exist anymore.

The entire 38th division died heroically.

Some groups got out of there, just like you did.

So, from now on, you're fighting with us.

We're short on people.

Golikov, send the documents to the staff tomorrow.

And take these guys with you.

Yes, sir.

Ivanov, see these good guys?

You should dress, feed, and arm them.

Do it.

Yes, sir.

Don't rush!

Have you been starving, poor boys?

What is the situation at the front?

We don't know anything.

Of course. How would you know?

There's no radio in the woods.

It's the same at the front, guys.

Moscow's still standing.

The Germans are pressing on.

But I have a feeling that...

it's all about to change.

Why is that?

Because we're on the edge.

We're are being pressed like a spring.

And we're about to rebound.

"With the right skill, even a witch can be beaten"!

Don't shoot until I order!

Let them come closer!

- Golikov! - Yes!

Tell the machine-gunners to start when I shoot a red flare.

Don't shoot!

Don't shoot!

Get ready.

Aim for the tracks of the tank!

And the peephole!

Bomb the tracks!

Don't shoot until I order!

The gun detachment!

The foot troops are at the left flank! Isolate them!

Fire!

Anti-tank gunners!

Fire!

Foot troops!

Fire!

Fire!

It's on fire!

Gotcha, scumbags!

Serves them right for intruding!

Battalion!

For our motherland!

Attack!

Go!

For Stalin!

Go!

Go!

Come here!

Gather the weapons and take them to the command staff.

The Germans are gathering new forces across the river.

Leave backup in the rear so the Germans can't circle around us.

Yes, sir.

Comrade Major,

Military Correspondent Rubinkin, with the Red Star Journal.

- Permission to speak with you, sir? - No time.

Comrade Major, I need five minutes of your time.

Your fighters have just liberated Preobrazhenskoe,

the first village recaptured from the Germans near Moscow.

I'm preparing an article, it's important.

The soldiers now need their rest and a good lunch.

This is what's really important.

- But Comrade Major! - No "but's"!

On the other hand...

Write this.

If I had an opportunity

to talk to the German soldiers,

I'd say this:

Remember this village.

This is where our road to Berlin starts.

Now, nothing is going to stop us all the way to Reichstag.

Comrade Major, a photo for the front page.

Don't take mine!

See them? Take theirs!

Soldier!

Wounded?

I killed him.

Your first German?

He must have a wife and children.

What is your wife's name?

Karine.

Do you have children?

Two.

Have you ever thought what would have happened to your Karine and your kids

if this man had reached your house?

There are men like him in the next village.

They gathered everyone in a barn and burned them alive.

They've shown up on our land.

They rape, kill and burn.

And we must protect our children, wives, fathers and mothers.

I must.

You must.

No one else.

Do you understand me, soldier?

Understood.

Fighters, a photo for the front page.

What paper?

The Red Star.

- Oh, okay. - No, I'm not going.

- Why not? - I don't wanna.

- Come on, it's not up for discussion. - Let our parents see us.

Come on, your mom will see you! Let's go! Get up!

- Come on, guys! - Near the tank.

Near the tank.

Huddle up!

Right.

Give me a minute to fix my uniform.

Come on, smile!

One more time!

Got it!

Anush!

Sweety, come here!

Look!

- Hello, Granddad Khachatur. - Hello!

Look!

Your Suren!

In the course of persistent warfare, Troop Unit N

advanced for seven kilometers

and liberated from the German Fascist invaders

the village of Preobrazhenskoe.

And this is Gevorg.

Gevorg?

I need to show it to Aunt Esmine now!

Thank you, Granddad Khachatur!

There will be a division consisting only of Armenians.

It's being formed in Yerevan.

Haven't you heard of it?

I haven't. How do you know?

I'm telling you it's true!

I read it in a newspaper.

My good sirs, I've overheard your conversation.

- Hello! - Hello!

Where are you from?

From Berdzor.

And you?

I'm from Yerevan.

You heard what he's been saying?

An Armenian division is being formed.

I'll request to join.

Comrade Major, permission to speak with you?

Yes, come in.

Oh, there's a whole delegation.

What do you have?

Comrade Major,

we're requesting a transfer...

I got it.

Understood.

You want to serve and kill the Germans with your brother Armenians.

What if tomorrow, everyone will leave

to the divisions where they want to serve?

Who will be left to fight here with me?

What if tomorrow, the Germans will start a counter attack?

Who will stop them?

Haven't you thought about that?

Here's the deal. Take your requests back.

And remember -

We have one motherland.

Our common one.

And now, you must protect it right here.

Am I clear?

Yes, sir.

Permission to go.

Dismissed.

Mail, brothers.

- Zakharchenko. - Mine.

Gelashvili.

Smirnov.

Sidorchuk.

Oganesyan.

What a pile for Gevorg!

What is it? Pork lard?

What pork lard in Armenia?

It must be dried fruit.

No, it's baklava.

Or сhurchkhela.

Churchkhela is in Georgia. We have sharots. It's also tasty.

Dear Comrade Oganesyan,

we're sending you our essays, titled

"Our Life After the Victory."

No pork lard for us.

While you, our dear Comrade Oganesyan,

are defending every square meter of the Soviet territory

not sparing yourself,

we swear to study well, to the best of our ability

be disciplined, help the front...

But you, our dear protectors of the motherland,

please, make sure to eliminate the enemy hated by the whole Soviet nation.

Who is she? Your fiancée?

As for me, only my mom writes to me.

I should reply.

But I don't know what to reply.

I usually write only after the fight, when everything is okay.

Isn't it okay now?

Well, no. It's uncertain now.

What will you reply to your fiancée?

I'll write

that I love her more than my life.

That her love

makes me fearless

when I'm scared.

Is that bad?

Well, no. It's good.

Write it down.

Write about the photo. That you got it.

Yea, good idea.

Won't they reprimand you for fighting for your Anush instead of the motherland?

How do I decide where my family ends and my motherland starts?

Write this.

The motherland is looking at me through your eyes.

"The motherland is looking at me through your eyes."

Give way, foot troops!

Don't fuss, comrade! You should give us a ride.

I can't. My truck is full of turret shells.

We should have gotten in that car instead of standing here.

Then you'd be sitting there waiting, what's the difference?

Air raid!

Spread out!

Air targets!

Fire!

Hurray!

Hurray!

Commanders of the units!

Check your personnel!

Carry the dead away!

Check the wounded!

Why isn't he driving away?

The turret shells are going to blow up now.

Oh no!

Hold this for me!

Stop! Where are you going?

We need to hurry, comrades!

If these shells blow up, both we and the bridge are gone!

Move, move!

More!

Get out now. I'll take it to the woods, farther away from people.

- I know. - Sure you do!

Get out of here! Jump out!

Jump out yourself.

It's not a good time to argue! It's gonna explode now, you fool!

You're the fool!

Your pretty fiancée is waiting for you, and you do what? Go and die?

Give it to me!

Come over here!

Alive...

He's alive!

Alive!

Since day one of the war, I've been talking to you about peace.

I believed that this war would end soon

and whoever took arms in their hands was violating

the one most important commandment:

Thou shalt not kill.

I was wrong.

Our Catholicos says,

"Today, everyone who wants peace

must assist in any way they can to the front."

Therefore, I'm announcing

a fundraiser

to help the Red Army.

And I implore everyone to follow my lead.

You used to say different things.

I used to speak as a Christian should.

But now...

I speak as a father of a soldier who protects his motherland.

My late husband gave it to me.

It's all I have.

God bless you.

I don't remember what's next.

I just wanted to pray for the peace of Vasily Smirnov's soul.

And Suren's well-being.

And for everyone of us.

I don't know what's right.

I do!

What's up with this obscure worship, Red Army Private Manukyan?

I wanted to pray for our victory.

My father is a priest...

Mine is a roofer.

And it's not relevant in any way.

We will win helped by our resilience,

selflessness, and the power of our weapons.

It's the only thing a Red Army private should believe in.

Am I clear?

I guess.

Yes, sir.

Good.

Clean it off.

He's been delirious for three days.

Head trauma.

He might never come round.

Pity.

He's so handsome.

You're a hussie, Lida.

You only have one thing on your mind.

We only live once, Aunt Zina. I won't be young for much longer.

He has a fiancée.

Get her address in the office and write a letter to her.

Young, you say? Go boil syringes.

Artashes! Get down!

You're gonna get killed!

Troops, follow me!

Hurray!

Get down!

Artashes! Wounded?

I'm not.

But the drum...

What will I tell Suren?

Hande hoch!

Hande hoch, bitch!

Hande hoch, scum!

Hande hoch!

Kneel, bitch!

Kneel now!

Kneel now, bitch!

My sweet Anush,

what is going on?

Mother said you're going away.

Where are you going?

Forget it!

Forget it. I forbid it.

"Hello! We're sorry to inform you

that Red Army Private Suren Tashikyan,"

our Surik,

"is being treated at our hospital after..."

I'm sorry. I must go there.

I've gathered some food for you.

Thank you, Mom.

Don't rush.

Give me your purse.

Take this.

It'll be useful.

Thank you, Dad.

Goodbye!

Give it to me.

You play the duduk better.

I wish Suren were here.

We would play so well!

Listen up!

Sit, sit.

It's dinnertime in half an hour.

Dismissed.

Get ready at 4:00 AM.

Am I clear?

Yes, sir!

Replenish your strength.

Hey, Gevorg!

It'd be better to listen to you play than fight.

We shouldn't be fighting at all.

So, how is he?

The blood pressure is normal.

The temperature is slightly high.

No changes in overall.

Comrades! Private Tashikyan's fiancée has come from Armenia.

Crazy girl!

You didn't warn us! You didn't get a robe!

Nurse! Give her a robe!

A robe!

Put on a robe.

Whoa!

He came to life.

What are you waiting for? Send the division out!

Yes, sir.

Oh, they're bringing someone in.

We've detained him in the grove.

They've taken the uniforms off our dead.

They pretended to be Red Army soldiers.

- What's going on? - No idea.

We're going to see it now.

Who are you?

I don't understand a word they're saying.

Neither do I.

Comrade Lieutenant Colonel, these are SS officers.

Sonderkommando Dirlewanger, the 36th SS Division.

They burned villages along the river bank.

That's why they stole the uniforms.

Shoot them.

Sergeant Ivanov, carry it out.

What will happen to us?

You'll be shot.

- It's against the Vienna Convention. - Is it?

You burned old ladies and kids in a barn.

According to what convention, bitch?

Three hundred of my troopers!

We've buried three hundred of them in a week!

I was just following orders.

Shoot them.

Go!

Don't kill me. I did nothing wrong.

I'm not going to shoot.

What did you say?

I'm not going to shoot.

We shouldn't be like them.

They are not people.

Animals.

Let the united people's court decide what to do about them.

And let everyone know.

Sergeant Ivanov, carry out the order.

- Manukyan! - Stop!

Send the prisoners to the staff office.

Soldier Manukyan,

surrender your weapon.

Surrender your weapon!

Arrest him.

You are under arrest for disobeying an order.

Take him away.

Go!

Go, go!

You see, your holiness,

this is what we've collected for the front,

our entire parish.

They say the Germans have a lot of tanks.

So, people decided to collect money to buy a tank.

But I'm afraid, that it's too little.

Only enough to buy one track for the tank.

One track?

Thank you, Father Varazdat.

You don't fathom what an idea you've given me.

Do you know how many faithful Armenians there are in the world?

It only took me to call them up.

Everyone responded.

It's enough not just for one tank, it's enough to buy a tank column.

Our people decided to call their tank "David of Sassoun."

He had iron boots.

We all pray to the Almighty for the victory.

You're doing a great job, Father Varazdat.

Thank you.

Don't thank me. Thank the people.

What the hell...

Thank you.

- Comrade Commander! - Oh, is this you, darling?

Well, I'm not much of a comrade commander now?

I'm the head of the hospital.

My name is Vasily.

Alright, what kind of epiphany is this?

Who permitted you to leave your bed, Patient Tashikyan?

- Vasily, sir... - I'm not Vasily for you, good sir.

I'm Comrade Commander for you.

I order you to go back to bed.

We'd like to get married.

A wedding is, of course, a good thing, and even a necessary one.

What do I have to do with it?

As the commander of the military unit, you have the authority...

to register our marriage.

I dunno, guys!

It seems strange.

It's wartime.

Can we do it later?

We might not have any "later," you see?

They say, even tea sometimes get bitter.

Is it bitter?

Bitter! Now, kiss!

Now, kiss!

Now, kiss!

Young people!

Young people! Wait!

I think

this is the right drink for you.

A toast!

Let's drink to the newly-wed!

- Thank you. - To Anush and Suren.

May they be happy.

May their wishes come true.

May your children never know the horrors of war.

And, in fifty years to come,

may they celebrate their golden marriage anniversary.

- Right! - You said it right!

My friends!

When we win,

I invite all of you to our home.

Only then and there, will we celebrate our wedding properly.

Please notice! He didn't say "if." He said "when"!

Right.

I really like this patient's morale, you know.

Now, kiss!

Now, kiss!

Kolya, start it up!

- Permission to speak, sir. - I'm in a hurry, Soldier.

It's very urgent. It's about detainee Artashes Manukyan.

You know that he is right.

There's only one truth at war, Soldier.

To carry out the commander's orders unconditionally.

Yes, but...

There's no "but's."

But still, in a moral sense, Artashes said the right thing.

These murderers should be put on trial.

And you did as he told you.

I sent the SS officers to the special unit of our division exclusively

for the purpose of drawing all they know out of them

and only then executing them by shooting or hanging.

Am I clear, Soldier?

Artashes isn't guilty anyway.

He refused to shoot.

I don't need Tolstoy followers in my division.

It's not about Tolstoy.

It's called humanism, Comrade Lieutenant Colonel.

We are the Red Army soldiers, we can't be like Fascists.

Remind me your name, Soldier.

Gevorg.

Here's the deal, Gevorg.

Remember this.

You just can't be talking about humanism during a war.

We are clearing our lands off the Fascist evil.

And we can show them no mercy.

If you keep talking this way,

I will have you shot

as an enemy accomplice.

Am I clear, Soldier?

I can't hear you.

Yes, Lieutenant Colonel, sir!

Dismissed.

Go!

Nikishin, open up!

I brought some chow for our prisoner.

Keep sitting.

Here's some food for you. Buckwheat with lard.

Delicious.

Don't you eat lard?

I eat everything.

And look, the guys asked me to give you this.

Your horn.

They say they're bored without music.

They'll come round to listen to you soon.

Okay, see you!

Lock it up.

Don't be sad, Manukyan.

They'll release you in a couple of days.

It's Lieutenant Colonel's order.

Granddad Khachatur has gotten very old.

And his bicycle is broken.

Uncle Tomaz's son was delivering mail in your truck.

But the truck also got broken.

Why are you sad?

It's nothing.

I've remembered Vasya.

My friend.

He died.

I've just realized

that I wouldn't have been here now.

Go! Attack!

Go!

When will they run out of shells?

I've hear that when they were breaking defense around Kursk...

The engineer brigade spent three weeks digging a tunnel.

They would carry dirt out to the woods to avoid it being seen from the air.

So what?

They dug up to it and blasted it.

We don't have engineers or sappers.

Neither do we have three weeks.

Go!

Hurray!

Where are you going?

Aim right here!

- Where? - Duck!

I wanted to distract him.

Go!

Go! Attack!

Hurray!

Go!

I've signed a nomination for the staff office.

For the title of the Hero of the Soviet Union.

Postmortem.

Do you know how to play, Comrade Lieutenant Colonel?

Why?

Play the accordion?

A bit.

In comparison to your friend, I don't.

Take it.

Gevorg would be happy.

Thank you, Artashes.

Thank you all.

You're taking too long to part.

Coming.

Write to me.

I absolutely will.

You too, write to me when you are back in Armenia.

I will be back soon.

Can you hear me?

I'll be back as soon as we defeat Hitler.

When you have a son, name him Vasya.

- Do you hear me? - I do.

Certainly!

These are Armenian tanks.

Well, yeah. And they are fueled by Armenian brandy instead of diesel.

It's no laughing matter.

It's definitely Armenian tanks.

The T-34 were designed by Mikhail Koshkin.

Is he Armenian?

Deep inside.

I don't know about Koshkin.

But David of Sassoun is an Armenian hero.

Come on, don't take offense.

Armenian, Russian, Georgian...

Even if they're Uzbek!

They're ours, Soviet ones! That's all that matters.

SERGEANT GEVORG TEACHER

How did it happen?

How did he...

As a hero.

How will we tell Aunt Esmine?

We'll tell her the truth.

When the war is over,

we'll erect a beautiful monument for him.

For everyone to know that Teacher Oganesyan was a hero.

You fitted in well, Comrade Lieutenant Colonel.

Later on, we should play for everyone together.

I don't think so, Soldier Manukyan.

We are being sent out to be reformed.

So, you, brothers, will go serve in your own Taman Division.

How so? Why?

You sent the requests.

Comrade Lieutenant Colonel, maybe we'd better stay with you.

Stop it!

It's not for you to know what's better.

Whatever the Motherland orders will happen.

Am I clear?

Yes, sir.

That's it.

Why are you playing so sadly?

That's my mood.

Give us some time to uplift your mood.

Do you know what I heard in the staff office?

What?

They'll give 200 grams of bread for troopers instead of 100?

No.

We'll go on the offensive today.

Two more steps to reach Berlin.

We'll take Berlin,

kill Hitler and go home.

But Gevorg won't be coming home.

Shame on you.

You're such a killjoy.

Suren, wait!

I didn't mean to hurt your feelings.

Stop!

I'm not offended, Art.

Troop!

I'm sending you on a battle mission.

Over there, there's a lair of the Fascist snake.

It only takes us to break its spine.

It might be the last battle of this war ahead of us.

I have a favor to ask, guys!

A real favor.

Try to get out of this alive.

THE CAPTURE OF BERLIN OPERATION LASTED FROM APRIL 24TH TO MAY 2ND, 1945

ON APRIL 30, THE 79TH INFANTRY CORPSE OF THE THIRD ASSAULT ARMY

OF THE FIRST BELORUSSIAN FRONT STARTED THE BATTLE FOR REICHSTAG

THE BATTLE FOR REICHSTAG LASTED TILL THE MORNING OF MAY 1ST

DURING THE CAPTURE OF BERLIN, 78,000 PEOPLE DIED AND WENT MISSING

OVER 350,000 PEOPLE WERE WOUNDED

THE ENTIRE MULTIMILLION-STRONG ENEMY GROUPING CEASED TO EXIST

AROUND 150,000 ENEMY SOLDIERS WERE KILLED

THE REST, TAKEN PRISONERS

AMONG THE SOVIET SOLDIERS WHO TOOK REICHSTAG

THERE WAS THE TAMAN DIVISION

DAVID OF SASSOUN

WE ARE FROM MOSCOW

THE SHORTEST WAY TO MOSCOW IS VIA BERLIN

KIEV. BERLIN. WE ARE FROM THE VOLGA

Hurray!

LONG LIVE THE RED ARMY

GOLIKOV

OGANESYAN, TASHIKYAN SMIRNOV, GOLIKOV, IVANOV

Victory!

Hurray!

Hurray!

You're playing well, brother.

Listen.

But what are you playing?

I'm playing the tune I know.

Is this what you should play today?

It's victory, brother!

Victory!

Play something merry.

Come on!

Give me the drum!

It's Suren's.

My good sir, my name is also Suren.

Look, our people have gathered.

They're rejoicing and laughing.

Everyone is happy.

But we have no music.

For victory's sake,

give me the drum.

Hey!

Hey!

Vasya!

Is this his drum?

This is from Suren.

He wrote it long ago.

I hoped I wouldn’t have to give it to you.

Where are you going?

Stay for lunch.

I can't.

I haven't seen my family.

Right now, I'm looking at your photo.

Your eyes are looking at me as if alive.

I know you want me to return sooner. I want this, too.

That's why I'm fighting, I mean that's why I'm at war,

I'm fighting as best I can to make sure we're advancing West faster.

Because it'll make us meet sooner.

I always think about you, remembering the way you looked at me.

Only now did I realize that you love me very much.

You are my future.

If this letter reaches you, it means, I'm no longer alive.

I died on the battlefield.

I don't want it to happen and for you to receive this letter.

I won't even write the address on the envelope.

But even if you get it, don't be sad.

It means it was meant to happen.

Farewell!

Be happy without me.

Rejoice. Together with everyone, celebrate the great victory of our nation.

These are compositions.

Gevorg's pupils wrote them.

Titled "How we'll live after the war."

They're good compositions, I've read them.

Gevorg didn't mark any of them as good. Only excellent.

THE GREAT PATRIOTIC WAR BECAME THE BLOODIEST AND CRUELEST WAR

IN THE HISTORY OF HUMANKIND.

ALL NATIONS OF THE SOVIET UNION SENT THEIR SONS AND DAUGHTERS

TO PROTECT OUR LAND.

TWENTY SEVEN MILLION OF THEM GAVE THEIR LIVES FOR THE VICTORY.

FOR US TO BE ABLE TO LIVE, WORK, LOVE, AND RAISE CHILDREN.

ETERNAL GLORY AND ETERNAL MEMORY TO ALL THOSE WHO DIED FOR THE MOTHERLAND!

WAR AND MUSIC