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Leninfilm 1936

Deputat Baltiki (The Baltic Deputy)

Play: L. Rakhmanov

music: N. Timofeyev

directors: Aleksandr Zarkhi, losif Kheifits

cinematographer E. Shtyrtskober, M. Kaplan

cast

Professor Polezhayev - N. Cherkasov his wife - M. Domasheva Bocharov - B. Livanov Dozent Vorobyov - O. Zhakov Kupriyanov - A. Melnikov

Dedicated to the memory of the great Russian scientist

K.A. Timiryazev

fighter and thinker

November 1917 In Petersburg, there was bread left for four days.

Comrade workers, Red Guards and soldiers! In the struggle against hunger we have no one to depend on but ourselves.

For the salvation of the Republic, the Petrograd Soviet has resolved that the working masses and the soldiers be drawn into the struggle against speculators and marauders.

Persons caught red-handed, and those proved to be speculators will be shot on the spot by the detachments.

Hands up!

Bakery

Find a witness to record the sentence.

Search him!

Sit there and take it down.

Comrade witnesses and victims!

By order 62

of the Council of the People's Commissars, it is our duty to shoot...

this bandit and enemy of the people.

Our proletarian supply detachment calls upon you to sign this sentence.

What's the matter with you, Vikenty?

I was walking in the dark, hit a wire.

Here you are... And now Prof. Polezhaev...

on whom has fallen the mantle of Newton...

receives his rations from the new power.

They only issued bread and herring.

Thank you so much.

They said in the shop that we were consumers of the 2nd category.

Dimitrij Illarionovich is a consumer, a "mouth" too.

Polezhaev's a "mouth", Pushkin's a "mouth", Tolstoi's a "mouth".

Our "mouth" hasn't had anything to eat.

He's been working at his book, and he's written an article.

He was in such a hurry, he sent the article without rewriting it.

It'll be in the papers tomorrow morning.

And high time!

All our intellectuals are looking to him for support.

If we can only manage to save his book!

Never mind, we'll set it up ourselves if necessary.

I'm afraid to go into his room while he's working.

For God's sake, be quiet, the Professor's working.

- Whose apartment is this? - Prof. Polezhaev's.

He's busy, he can't be disturbed.

Some people to see you.

I'm busy.

We've come about grain-stores.

In that case you'd better speak to Vikenty Mikhailovich.

He's a specialist on crop-yields.

My specialty is the physiology of the plants.

I happen to be writing a book on the subject.

You are actually interested in the question?

Are you hoarding flour?

By order of the Council of People's Commissars...

we are obliged to make a search...

with a view to discovering surplus grain-stores.

The city is in turmoil.

The people are starving.

I don't want any lecturing from you.

Where's the flour?

Look where's you're sitting!

That's a manuscript.

What's he doing?

Oh my God! I don't understand.

That's my book!

All right, you can sit down now.

What are you sitting idle for? Get on with your search!

Is it an archbishop's robe?

The great Newton himself wore such a mantle.

- Who? - Newton, the physicist!

Who's taken my pencil?

Oh, here it is! But people are lifting them sometimes.

Thank you for your article.

Prof. D.I. Polezhaev

What's the matter with your glasses?

He fell when he went to get the bread.

Bread! Why, that's what they were looking for here.

Did you notice what deep eyes that sailor had?

That sailor just killed a man under my very eyes.

Who was the man?

I don't know. Someone or other stole grain on the railway.

Masha! Is the sailor still here?

Here we sit in warmth and comfort, while he is fighting our enemies.

And I even shouted at him, and didn't apologize.

Prof. Polezhaev, the hireling of the Bolsheviks!

Prof. Polezhaev - a spy!

Prof. Polezhaev has sold himself to the Bolsheviks!

Don't drink unboiled water - the water's poisoned!

The great scientist has extended a hand to the proletariat!

I've never heard of that light before!

Do you know what Polezhaev's famous for?

Oh, he used to keep the ballerina Kshesinskaya.

Come here, boy.

What's that you've got there? Flour?

Books.

I've come from Siberia, at the summons of the Central Committee of the Bolshevik Party.

Now somebody's stolen my kettle.

Bocharov! How are you!

- Is the Commissar in? - He'll be here soon.

Is that today's Pravda? May I have a look at it?

"For bread and peace! Two questions...

have come to the forefront during the last month...

taking priority over all other political questions.

"The question of bread and the question of peace."

Can you read Comrade Lenin's handwriting?

What's Polezhaev's specialty?

The physiology of plants. We have very few men like him.

- Is he a Bolshevik? - He isn't,

but many a Bolshevik might be proud to have written such an article.

He's a remarkable man.

We must look after him.

Are you Bocharov? From Siberia? I've heard a lot about you.

Yes, this is the Smolny Institute. All right, it will be done.

You will be appointed director of a bank.

You went to the university, didn't you?

But I went in for natural science.

All right - take the press, then.

100.000 copies must be printed by the evening.

Don't forget there are lots of Mensheviks in the print-shop.

The leaflet will be printed.

Good!

Prof. Polezhaev must be supported.

He's my teacher.

A splendid teacher! Go on studying under him.

Lenin wants Polezhaev to be given...

all he needs.

The revolution hasn't got many people like him.

I want to see Vladimir Ilyich.

Lenin's gone to the meeting. Haven't you ever seen him?

Never. But I've read his letters.

You need an assistant.

Can I have this sailor?

Comrade Kuprianov, hold yourself at the disposal of Prof. Bocharov.

The meeting is over. Let's go to Comrade Lenin!

Colleagues!

Listen to what Polezhaev writes in his article!

"A New Era in History"

You're too late - we know all about it.

The Menshevik group has resolved not to attend Polezhaev's exams.

We will reply to this article by boycotting him.

We will cast our bold protest in his face.

We won't allow them to penetrate the walls of the Alma Mater!

Congratulations on your birthday, Dimitij Illarionovich!

They're preparing to greet you.

Good morning! Excuse me - I overslept myself.

I will take your exams in Room 4.

It's a double holiday for me today, gentlemen.

In the first place, it's my birthday - I'm 75 today.

And secondly, I finished my book today.

I shall expect you at my house at 8 o'clock, my friends.

Oh, wait, wait! At eight! With Tanya, with Tanya!

I'm sure Dimitrij Illarionovich has written a remarkable book.

He may be a great naturalist -

but he's no historian.

As a medical man I consider he's in his second childhood.

Well, now I think I really can send the manuscript to the printers.

Do you know, as I was coming here...

I was afraid I should be robbed or be run over by a tram.

I devoted seven years of my life to it! Well, bring it to the printer.

Is Prof. Polezhaev lecturing today?

Yes. Lecture room no. 4 2nd floor to the left.

I know. Why are you so unfriendly? Don't you recognize me?

Cold?

Who's going to give his exam?

Are you nervous? Have you been lazy?

Bolshevik hireling!

Bolshevik hireling!

German spy!

It's a good thing for you that I'm an old man!

Get out of here!

You too!

May I give in my exam?

Sit down. At least nobody will disturb us.

- Who are you - a student? - Yes.

How's your book, Dimitrij Illarionovich?

I helped you a little, don't you remember?

Bocharov? Misha? I would never have recognized you.

Don't tell me that's a read beard! You must shave it off.

I mean to. I'm from Siberia. I came to you straight from the station.

Straight from Siberia? So you've probably forgotten everything?

- On the contrary, Dmitry Illarionovich! - Well, let's see, let's see.

What a beard! You look like a senior janitor.

I've come to you about the university print-shop.

The printers' shop's all right - works a lot better than those fellows.

It's printing my book.

Only there's not enough paper.

They're printing your book? That's a good thing.

Goodbye, Professor!

And what about the exam?

Another time. Greetings to your wife!

Forgets everything and now shirks... Makarych...

Boycotting is mere child's play.

I know how to get him to withdraw his article.

Mister Vorobyov, there's a sailor here waiting to see you.

The sailors request you to lecture to them on the physiology of plants.

On board your ship? With pleasure!

We won't make use of the university print-shop.

We'll get the appeal printed in some other print-shop.

That evening they prepared to receive guests in the home of Prof. Polezhaev.

Me at least you can trust!

You have no more devoted disciple...

and are never likely to.

Darwin said:

Omni nisi distipulis!

In Russian: Save me, O Lord, from disciples!

Darwin never said that!

He didn't say it to you - but to me he did.

Arguing again! I wonder you're not sick of it!

It's Dimitrij's birthday, call a truce!

Make yourself useful and set the table. The guests will arrive, and nothing's ready!

I stuck to you when you fought the Czarist ministry.

For your sake I risked it all...

expulsion from the university, almost exile...

Almost! Bocharov here did go into exile...

but with you it was only "almost".

If we had all gone into exile, who would have been left for scientific work?

For you, life and science were always interchangeable terms...

but you have betrayed that principle, you have betrayed your country.

How dare you say so!

I'm sick of you! That'll do!

He's been lecturing me all day!

It's time for your lecture. They're waiting for you on the ship.

I'm not going to lecture to sailors!

What else did you want to say?

Withdraw your article.

Where are you going to in such weather?

To lecture to the sailors.

I blush for my university!

Vikenty Mikhailovich, don't let him go alone!

Take his galoshes.

Dimitrij Illiaronivich, your galoshes!

Our print-shop is being used for printing decrees.

Your book has been put aside.

There isn't enough type.

Why should they destroy a book which was written for them?

I don't believe it!

What about sending the manuscript to Berlin?

I'm going to your ship to lecture you.

Vikenty Mikhailovich's got a toothache, you see.

Where are you going, lads?

To a lecture on the life of plants.

Just now, nothing but politics interest them.

That's all right! I'll lecture to them about crops.

Please don't disturb me!

Perhaps I'd better go away.

Did I ask you to come?

Prof. Polezhaev will now lecture to you.

The Professor supports the Marxian theory.

He will lecture to you about the life of nature.

He owns his complete works, more than 100 volumes, and it'll be for us all!

What are you going to call them? Dear Sirs? Messieurs Sailors?

You're round again, are you?

I'm waiting to see your triumph.

The boys are waiting, Dmitry Illarionovich!

The sailors are waiting for you.

Oh, yes! Thank you, thank you!

Drink!

Comrades!

Comrade - take your rations!

I shall talk to you just as I talk to my students.

I've been working on my book seven years -

to make it easier for the ploughman to till the soil.

Many scientists have tried to deliver science,

from the yoke of the church and reaction...

and to speak the language of the people.

I want to tell you about red pigmentation - the basis of plant life.

I have come to tell you...

Where's Dimitrij?

I don't know. He drove me away.

Perhaps I should go and meet him.

I'm never going to come to your house any more -

and nobody will ever come to you.

This is goodbye.

Believe me, I have good reasons for this.

Wait, wait! Don't ask me about anything, I won't tell you anything.

Tell Dimitrij Illarionovich -

that I will have nothing to do with his book any more.

Vikenty! Little Vikenty!

I thought you were a bishop, that time. Excuse me, please!

- I was mistaken. I'm sorry. - Well, here are!

Have you finished your book?

- I have. - It'll be an interesting book.

- You think so? - All our chaps think so.

No, don't, I didn't give the lecture for this.

I know. But please accept your ration.

It's my birthday today - come and have tea with me.

That would be great. Here! Instead of a gift.

Auf Wiedersehen.

- What about having tea with us? - Too busy. Another time.

Nobody here?

What can you expect? They're shooting in the streets.

Because of me? Shooting in the streets?

Shooting at professors?

Why isn't Vikenty here?

Of course...

I shouted at him again.

Yes. He was offended and didn't come.

Perhaps he'll still come.

After all, he knows you're in and screams that you love him.

Yes, yes, he'll come.

I'll make it up with him.

What right have I to shout at people!

It's nothing... don't worry

We're never bored in our home.

Today's a real birthday for me. I've finished my book.

Coming!

Congratulations, Dimitrij Illarionovich.

Maria Alexandrovna!

I beg your pardon. Thank you. Good night!

- Oh my God! He forgot the bread! - Who forgot the bread?

I don't know.

It's Vikenty Mikhailovich's bread. He was here.

It's my bread. It was given to me as a present.

He said nobody would ever come to us any more.

It's Vikenty Mikhailovich.

Vikenty?

Sit down and play us a nice gay waltz.

- Have you got visitors? - You see we have.

I came to congratulate you...

and take some things out.

Not just now - we have visitors.

Well, anyway, at least I'm here!

I came to implore you... You're making a grave mistake.

I've heard that already. Say something new.

It was you who taught me...

- To sacrifice myself to science. - Well, so what!

For God's sake, water!

Thank you.

- Is it boiled? - You can rest assured it is.

You taught us that science demands honesty of us -

Well, well!

And now you're going in for spectacular stunts.

An original form of congratulations, I must say!

I have always felt...

that there was something very serious at the back of your eccentricities.

But I hoped all that would pass as you got older.

And in the meantime you've become 100 years older yourself!

Them have overstepped reason!

You want the Bolsheviks to raise a monument to you?

You won't get a monument from them!

The rebels! Having lectures read in a boiler room!

You want to figure in history? You won't!

You have nothing to lose - you can go over to the Bolsheviks.

You haven't got many years left to live.

But I'm still young! I want to be a great scientist too!

Great?

You'll never be that!

Well, I won't venture to keep you.

Your guests might take offence and leave...

and you'll be left all alone...

in the gutter with your Bolsheviks.

I'm an old fool.

For 15 years I've been teaching a narrow-minded, worthless man.

You prophesy me death in the gutter?

But I still have the strength to fling you downstairs!

Get out of here, Vorobyov!

Dima, they're shooting in the streets!

I don't care!

Yes, alone... now I'm really alone.

And all because of me. What have I brought you?

The betrayal of friends, a lonely old age!

Don't you dare talk like that! You've always been the truest...

the boldest, the handsomest.

You're cold. I'll go and get a shawl.

Don't bother. Don't worry.

I want Polezhaev's manuscript.

- The one that's being printed? - Whatever.

Hand me "Plant science and agriculture"!

Why?

It'll have to be published in Leipzig by Steinkopf.

???

Scatter the type, it'll have to be used for more pressing work.

Editors, talk a little more quietly, please!

For libeling Prof. Polezhaev,

the active friend of the Soviet Power

Got it?

The following periodicals will be suppressed, with confiscation of paper-stocks:

"The News", "Speech", "The Petrograd Leaflet"

Are we thieves? I have grown bald in the service of the press.

That's not a serious argument.

With sugar!

Thousands of the intellectuals are on Polezhaev's side.

They desire to work for the revolution.

By libeling Polezhaev, you rob them of their confidence.

I have all the information on Polezhaev. You know nothing about him.

I'm his pupil. We won't allow you to throw mud at him.

And now..."The Evening Hour" for 6 months...

Comrade, we need an agitator.

The Baltic sailors have given Petrograd a present of coal.

The people are unloading it. They're exhausted, there's nothing for them to eat.

All right, I'll be around in the evening.

"The Seeing Eye" and "Kitchen Satire": No renewal of license!

We wrote that Polezhaev's a spy...

but at the end we put a question mark.

In other words, we asked a question.

And the question mark fell out while the article was being set up.

Misprints are common occurrences in the printing of newspapers.

How is it that all your misprints are against the Soviet Power?

Have you ever had a single misprint in favour of the Soviet Power?

I'm listening?

Hullo. Yes, this is the Propaganda Section.

Hush!

Comrade Bocharov to Comrade Lenin? Very good!

We'll take your paper.

Comrade Lenin asked you to come over.

It will be used for Prof. Polezhaev's book.

Any questions? None? Auf Wiedersehen!

- Wow! Unrecognized you! Just a damn. - It's time for you to go.

I must speak during the break.

We're going to work without any break.

Besides, I can't leave! I have to be here!

Comrade Lenin is expecting you.

You talk to them instead of me.

It's easier for me to load ten wagons than to say ten words.

Tell them that coal is blood in the veins of Petrograd.

The Baltic sailors have given coal to the Petrograd workers.

The plants, the power stations will work,

Petrograd will have light again.

And without light it's hard to work at the benches, or to write a book -

and above all, to find the enemy.

Cold? I'll go and get some wood from the shed.

Light! That's in honour of my birthday, to spite Vorobyov.

Does Prof. Polezhaev live here?

The next floor.

Michael Zakharovich! Come quickly! - I thought you...

I raise this small glass with great feeling -

on behalf of this festive table -

to that table where works...

the youngest professor of them all!

Your health.

And as always, Dmitry Illarionovich, on your birthday...

# [Gaudeamus igitur]

Hush! Light!

Hear that?

Nobody has any use for me at a time like this.

I write, I keep on, but nobody thinks of me.

This is all I got by mail.

The students have drawn me in a German helmet.

"Spy in a mantle", "pig's snout"

Well, listen to this, I really don't like it: "Old donkey in the Bolshevik stables."

Where are the limits to human stupidity?

It was to be expected of them.

- What? - It was to be expected from them.

Yes, you're right.

One of them said to me: "You'll die in the Bolshevik gutter."

Yes. It is to be expected from them.

Will you be long in Petrograd?

I don't know. There's a lot to do. The Party will tell me just what.

And there's no one to tell me what to do.

I shall be alone...

with my specimen jars.

I was alone for eight years...

the frozen taiga, snow-covered huts, drunken guards...

and as a great treat...

baked potatoes.

But I knew...

plant-physiology would be needed again.

You and I will create a splendid botanical institute.

I thought of you out there, in my exile, and kept waiting for your book.

And you say nobody needs you!

That's not like you!

Can't you take a joke any more?

I lectured on board a ship today.

It appears I can still be useful.

I've given orders for you not to be disturbed.

Your pupils must see to such things.

We must look after you.

Every word of yours belongs to the whole world.

You're a revolutionary authority! You're one of our trump-cards!

Well, we have so many the ships that... trump is not enough!

Well, we've talked enough. Time to go to bed.

Where shall I put you? Masha!

On the chairs.

Hullo? Who's speaking?

What? Vladimir Ilych?

Which Vladimir Ilych? Wait a minute...

Go ahead!

Hullo. Who? Comrade Lenin?

Good evening, Vladimir Ilych.

No, I wasn't asleep.

Yes, I've entered my 76th year.

I hope so! I hope so!

No, thank you.

I have all I want. Please don't trouble.

My book's all right. It's at the printer's.

Thank you. My greetings to your wife, too. Good-bye.

Masha!

I have something very wonderful to tell you.

A joyous event. You were right. It turns out I'm not really one.

Good morning.

I've brought you some visitors. Where's my manuscript?

It isn't here.

You must be mistaken! It isn't here?

Prof. Vorobyov took it with him.

When was it? - Excuse me, I don't understand! How did all this happen?

We are busy printing an urgent order.

So don't even have enough type...

I found this on the compositor's table.

- What paper does it come from? - Don't know. - You don't?

"Herald of Salvation" of the Employee's Society.

Vorobyov's at a meeting. He told us...

to scatter the type of your book.

- He did? - Yes, he did.

You will not print any more newspapers.

The print-shop will be placed at the disposal of the Soviets.

I beg your pardon! And who are you?

- Where's the meeting being held? - I don 't know.

Comrades, who can direct me to the meeting place?

I can!

We will give you three months wages in advance...

if you refuse to carry out...

your professional duties

By three months, the Bolsheviks will fade out.

Nobody can force you to give your knowledge...

your experience, your culture...

Let the doctors leave the hospitals, teachers the class-rooms.

Herein lies out salvation, gentlemen. I give you my word...

The word of a thief!

That man has stolen my manuscript!

I wanted to save it. Here it is.

Misha! That's it!

Don't worry! Not a page will be lost.

I declare the meeting closed. You will leave please.

Refuse to comply!

Many here are under a misconception...

and will serve the Soviet power.

And let ill-wishers keep out of my way!

Stop! You're trampling on a scientific work!

Here you are, for example!

Don't worry!

We shall win the day!

Pick up the manuscript!

I won't!

It's your teacher's work.

Pick it up!

You won't?

You were so brave at the university. Remember?

When the police came, you hid behind a cupboard.

Good morning. Kindly pick that up.

Thank you.

I'm not afraid of your threats, and I despise their cowardice.

Detain him!

I shall have to detain you.

Toothache again?

It's a pity I'm not a dentist... Go!

A fine beginning for the 76th year of my life.

The year 1918 opened with severe trials. The German troops infringing the truce, advanced upon red Petrograd.

Pskov and Narva had already fallen. The young Soviet Republic mobilized its forces to repel the foe.

The fifth troop-train has left.

When the sixth is ready, let me know at the Tavrichesky Palace.

I'm going to see Prof. Polezhaev.

- How is he? - His health is poor.

The Baltic sailors have elected him as deputy to the Petrograd Soviet.

He can't go.

I'm tired, tired! For 20 years that I hear the same...

As your doctor I forbid you to go.

- You're the doctor! I'm going out! - And I won't allow it!

- I forbid it! - I'm still going out!

My pulse always accelerates the moment I see you.

Well, then!

Very well then, drops

and complete rest.

- Complete rest. - Maybe!

And no going out!

Not going out? Great!

Goodbye.

Hide his galoshes, or he's sure to run away.

Again I have to apologize to the doctor.

Please don't be angry, Semyon. You know, he's always like this.

Fee? I don't want any. He wouldn't even let me examine him.

He wants to go to a sitting of the Petrograd Soviet.

Don't let him!

His heart's in a bad state.

I am obliged to interfere.

Tie it!

You mustn't go. You'll excite and fatigue yourself.

But my speech at the meeting of the Soviet is for the whole world.

I'm telling you!

I'll complain to Vladimir Ilyich about you.

I'll say that you were expelled...

Very well, I'll go and get a car for you.

Dima!

The doctor says this trip...

will stimulate the action of the heart.

Comrades! The next speaker is Prof. Polezhaev, Professor of Botany,

Doctor of Natural Science of the universities of Oxford and Cambridge,

and Deputy to the Petrograd Soviet from the Red Baltic Fleet.

Dimitrij Illarionovich Polezhaev.

Newton's friend!

- What shall I write? - Stormy applause.

No smoking please. Prof. Polezhaev isn't quite well.

Dear Sirs!

Yes, yes, I said "Sirs"...

because you, workers, peasants, Red soldiers and heroic seamen...

are now the masters of our newly-born native land.

I greet you in the name of science,

the function of which is to bring about your happiness, present and future.

Correct! Right!

Comrades! There are not many men of science here as yet...

But I...

I keep forgetting things.

But some scientists are still more forgetful.

They forget that they were educated at the expense of the people...

and reward them with treachery.

I once had such a forgetful pupil. His name was Vorobyov.

I drove him away.

My heart is tickling away the minutes left to me.

There are not so many of them.

A beloved cause demands a mars whole life.

I'm an old man, I must save every second.

You have more left. But you have more to accomplish.

So you must be purposeful, go straight ahead.

Do not turn aside, or stop by the way.

You prepare the way and the next generation will be able to...

I speak in the hearing

of the whole world.

And I consider it my duty to tell you...

that I constantly receive letters from the heads of universities,

from England, France, Switzerland, and from their governments,

offering me money, buildings, laboratories...

if I will abandon my country and work for them.

My colleagues may curse me,

in their hatred for revolution,

but I shall stay here, with my own people,

with my government, with my university.

Nothing could tempt me to forego the honour...

of participating in the revolution!

The troop-train is here, Comrades.

Communists in possession of arms, fall in!

Baltic seamen to the main entrance!

Red Guards from Bocharov's detachment, draw up in the square.

Good luck to you, Comrades!

I'm an old man, but I'm with you.

So long as I can hold my pen and see to write...

I shall defend the Revolution in my own way.

Defend the great, immortal city of the Revolution!

Do not surrender our Red Petrograd to the enemy!

Farewell, Red Warriors!

Red is an unconquerable colour.

It is the colour of creation!

It is the only vitalizing colour in nature!

Farewell.

- Do lie down for a bit. - All right.

- Shall I call the doctor? - You might as well.

Good evening.

The soup will be very nice.

Dmitry Illarionovich, it's me, Bocharov! Can I? - And, Misha!

- How is your health? - Sit down! - But my coat! - Well, sit down, sit down!

Sit down. Wort you be late for the train?

My detachment will pass by,

and sing you a farewell song.

Your book is already out.

- Even the foreword! - Yes, yes. - That's great!

I've brought you a letter from Vladimir Ilyich.

From Comrade Lenin?

"Many thanks for your book

"Your remarks against the bourgeoisie and for the Soviets

"Filled me with enthusiasm.

"I remain, with the best wishes for your health,

"Yours, Vladimir Lenin" - Lenin.

There! Your health! And you all want me to write even when I'm ill

Tell Vladimir Ilyich...

how happy I am to be his contemporary,

how I admire his genius

and I want everyone to know it.

Here they come. Goodbye.

Drive away the enemy and come back soon.

I'll hurry. You and I still have a lot to talk about.

We've got to find a building for our institute.

In the meantime you can draw up a program.

You think I can do everything.

I'll do it the day after we beat back the Germans.

Oh, dear!

When are you going to shave off that comic beard?

As soon as I get a minute to myself.

Let's sit awhile before you go.

Mikhail Makarovich, I'm off!

Sit down!

Go now, or you'll be late!

Auf Wiedersehen!

Restoration Mosfilm 1971

The end

timings: Serdar202 @ KG