Original subtitles

For the 50th anniversary of the Great October Socialist Revolution

Mosfilm Studios

'Sovkinojournal'

May 1 parade in the Red Square

People's Military Commissar Voroshilov

Yes to tanks!

Yes to planes!

Scale up merchant navy. Leningrad.

Acculturate the populace! Voronezh

In America:

Their fleet after a successful

punitive expedition to the Haiti.

Revolution poet. April 14, Mayakovsky died.

The Federation of the Writers' Club

The mourning procession.

Discovery of the Arctic. Archangelsk

Professors Schmidt and Samoilovich head the expedition

Demb, the first woman to discover the polar land.

Captain Voronin.

Turksib in Kazakh Republic

A machine...

unheard of.

Who will overcome?

In 'democratic' America

police dispersing a demonstration.

Sycophants of the capital.

Building site of a world giant. Urals region.

Where it was a bare steppe 18 months ago...

Time, full speed!

The first world record beaten!

TIME, FULL SPEED!

Wow to Shura. An opium of a girl.

Paging Coke plant workers!

Operator!

- Operator! - Good morning, David.

Korneev?

No, he is still at work.

Hasn't slept for 24 hours already.

Connecting you with sector six,

he must be there now.

- In sector six. - Connecting you.

His wife called him.

She is going to Moscow to yonder husband.

- A wife is a wife. - Poor Korneev!

In Kharkov they had 306 batches per one shift!

Terrific, isn't it. Bye. Connecting to sector six.

It's for you, Korneev.

Don't be afraid, it's not her.

Look, we gonna send your boots

to the committee in lieu of a daily report.

Korneev.

Hi, I'm alright.

I arrange the second shift and go home.

- What would you say? - About what?

I mean Kharkov. We should make our mind!

Make up your mind, engineer.

- Whether we do it or not. - Have you caught a cold?

Hi.

Hi, boss. Are you gonna deal Kharkov or not?

- Today? - What do you mean?

Don't play naive.

Wait here.

It's time, Georgiy.

My dear Georgiy,

the working day begins.

- We are opening up. - Of course.

Inspector Kanunnikov.

Glad to meet you.

Our district boss says it's the last time

you sleep here. It's a no-no.

With all due respect so to say,

and because you are an outstanding writer.

My name is noised about in the country...

Gimme your autograph.

Here you are.

- 'twas for the last time, ok? - Yes.

Bye, thanks for hospitality, observe confidentiality

- of deposits. - You kidding.

- he's coming out. - Pink faces,

a yellow piece:

I love my police.

- Bye. - How do you do, Georgiy.

Sorry, I remember not names.

Vinkich,

correspondent of 'ROSTa' agency:

the day before yesterday, the train terminal.

- My name's Vinkich. - Oh, yes, of course.

Of course.

Your room is waiting for you.

Thank you, because I...

- A world record? - Of course.

Kharkov concrete workers.

A world record?

Hold your horses.

I will find you.

- We've time yet. - I'll be waiting for you.

I'll go to our Rembrandts.

It'll be a hot day.

Ho, Rembrandts!

There is a job for you.

Atta boys! High-principled greenhorns!

No kidding with fire!

Or you'll burn like a tire!

Heave-ho, guys!

- One, two! - What?

The slogans?

Again?

Okay.

- It'll be a text. - To be ready when?

In an hour. Okay?

Aren't you quick.

Hey, cockerels, no fighting!

- Hey. - Don't you touch me!

It's a competition:

who writes more letters in a matter of 8 hours.

They've been dabbing since midnight.

You, smart ones: quantity with no quality.

A mistake upon a mistake.

'elk' instead of 'else' 'fine' instead of 'fire',

'hay' instead of 'hurray'.

Don't you teach us, eh.

Don't be in our champions' way.

- The spelling's nothing. - What about a picture?

We sitting in a galosh pulled by Kharkov guys.

- Okay... - Go ahead.

- Hey, Party guy. - This place is like a circus.

Here's another one.

Another parasite.

- Hi. - Hey,

Make your letters bigger.

Take what you need and get lost.

I caught a cold.

- Here you are. - I know, Shura.

- I'll return it. - Sour cream?

David! Over here!

I'll eat at my work place.

- Oh, I'm sorry. - You're always in a rush!

Who's got a warrant for sector six?

Kustanaev has.

- Where is Kustanaev? - In a hospital.

Comrade Margulies. Supervisor, hey.

- Zagirov? - Yes.

Could you lend me 10 rubles?

I'm an honest man, I'll return it.

- I can't. - But lend me 10 rubles!

You may have my hat as a vouchsafe.

I've no money.

For God's sake...

It can't go on like this for ever.

I mean living a double life!

This is out of the question!

We should do something about this.

She should make up her mind:

it's either this or that.

She could bring her daughter from Moscow.

The daughter's is no excuse.

We've a nice climate here.

Children feel nice here:

healthy and chubby kids. Malsky's son, for example.

I'm not sure whether they'll transfer me.

Comrade Korneev. foreman, hey.

It's an urgent business.

- is the shift over? - Yes.

- Well, you know. - How many?

Ninety cubes.

- What about the 2nd shift? - They're coming.

Good.

- Is Margulies there? - No.

- All right. - Hey, team leader.

We should beat a record. It's an abc.

The guys're burning with impatience.

- Tomorrow'll be too late! - It'll be your day-off?

You mean I do it today?

- Hey. - Wait a sec.

What about our Kharkov business?

Don't bother, we'll beat them all right.

You'll be far wide of it.

Marusya!

What do you want?

Give it to me.

We'll show them.

Or may I drop dead, mug against a tree.

I'll bet we'll make 350 batches,

not less. The guys may confirm my words.

Come together!

Hold this banner tight, it'll be yours.

Everyone's here? Let's go!

It's good to pine away

under a pine-tree, I say.

I suffered - may you suffer more

and see things that I saw!

That damned machine!

They walk

under a banner to collect wages!

Take a gander.

Going to the canteen now.

Marguelis, those Kharkov guys, eh?

- What? - On your nose a wart.

Where are you going, Vasiliev?

- To work. - It's too early.

It's not.

Your shift is from 16 p.m.

- But now it's 8 a.m. - 7.40.

- So? - What 'so'?

The foreman's asleep and you're not.

He's asleep because his wife came to him.

- When? - Yesterday evening.

With a this big belly.

Hi, guys!

The ball comes to the player, eh.

Is your business proceeding?

What business?

What conclusions have you come to?

I mean Kharkov?

It's serious.

Wow!

When did they put up these fences?

Because there were none yesterday.

It's ill time for records:

it's all pell-mell on the site,

opportunism,

theoretical profanity and foul-words. Hey,

listen when I'm criticizing you.

Wait, Margulies.

I'll catch up.

Begrudge not your glory.

Here you are.

It's fraying the guys' nerves, nothing else.

It's all right with the guys.

Yipe!

David, I need to talk to you.

I'll drop by.

Have you ever seen a leap across 15 horses?

Nor have I.

Here's a good chance:

I've two tickets to tomorrow's circus performance.

Aren't you unlucky, Mosya.

One, I've my tickets to the circus.

And two:

I beat guys making advances at me.

- What do you think? - mean what?

Hey, I'm being serious.

It's some sugared thingies, I bought them

in the buffet yesterday. Yum-yum.

It's candied melon.

Well, what? After all, it's your problem.

David! I bet my Mom...

Sorry, I bet my sisters and brothers.

But you should bid the second shift...

Yum, I'm so hungry, treat yourself.

3 rubles for this little. Come on.

Hey, the guys are being nervous.

Treat yourself.

We're building giants and ignore safety measures.

Treat yourself to candied melon.

You wanna gag us with your candied melon?

No way.

Are you with us or not?

The guys are being nervous.

They gonna hit the ceiling! Extend your permission.

As per what?

Damn and damn!

How is our business?

Are we going to do it or not?

- What did he say? - Tell us!

Kharkov came with yet another record!

306 batches per shift!

We should voice it in the principle,

because our boss is like a sleepwalker!

Right?

We should beat them! My pledge is 350 batches!

I bear all the responsibility. Right, Ermakov?

Or may nose-bleeding strike us.

- Or may not! - We'll do it!

I meet their pledge with ours: 350 batches!

Or may my head fall down!

Who says 'ay'?

Who says 'nay'?

Because the boss wanna gag us with candies...

- Forget about this. - What's the matter?

Because Kharkov made 306 batches,

here is our challenge:

350 or else may we die. Right, guys?

- We are none the worse! - What's the problem?

We need your command.

- As little as that? - Yes.

Well?

Comrade Margulies!

Everything's all right.

- Well? - Ermakov can't beat Kharkov.

350 batches, I bet my head.

You better use your head. What time is it now?

Seven past eight.

Second shift is being late by seven minutes.

Mind you: not more than 30 batches per hour!

Period!

All right.

Hey, foreman.

Hey. Get up!

Get up.

Get up.

You.

Helluva sleeper.

Smetana.

Don't be a fool, Vasiliev!

Smetana!

Drink it.

Hi, Smetana!

- How it goes? - They're all talking...

- Who talks most of all? - All of them.

They hung a banner: we in a galosh

and Kharkov drawing us by the rope.

This is stupid. Did you see Margulies?

He's skirting around the matter.

Did he say anything?

I told you what he is doing.

- Did Ermakov take over? - He is grouting.

- How quick? - As usual.

Margulies said: within 30 batches per hour.

I see.

How do you like that?

No I'm married and she gonna have a baby.

She brought a lot of of eatables.

Treat yourself.

Oh and my.

Did you see Khanumov?

Yeah. Walking under a red banner like a frigging army.

That devil.

What do guys say?

They'll say he'll do Kharkov.

- He and no one else? - Yeah.

What about Mosya?

- Licking the dust. - I see.

Where is everything?

- Where you going? - To work.

Hey, your high boots!

I won't leave from there until I have my way.

Wait, guys!

Pretty please, give me ten rubles.

Again?

I give 10 rubles, because of my mom.

I'm an honest person! Gimme ten rubles!

Do you see that?

Where have you been? Where is Saenko?

- Where is Saenko? - I'll kill ye!

Gimme 10 rubles. Buy my cap.

First you tell me why you need this money.

I lent you my felt boots in winter, didn't I.

Some comrade.

Some friend.

My boots.

- Look, Smetana. - What?

Ventilate the situation with the team, okay?

- Find things out. - All right.

Do it.

Them bastards.

I will want them all them at the place.

All right.

I'll do it!

Why are you bugging me?

All right, the cutlets.

One guy has interesting calculations. Probst?

You're the sixth one asking for Probst.

That Kharkov, eh?

- What would you say? - Things happen.

Americans make colored action films.

What are you talking about?

About them actors and actresses.

Speaking about those Kharkov tricks:

if anyone dares

make even as many as 206 batches,

I'll give him a mighty hiding: I won't let him

approach here even as close as within a gunshot.

I don't even care if he will be a frigging enginner.

Right, comrade Nalbandov?

It doesn't quite concern me.

I think concrete laying business is not

for some villainous climbers.

It's building, not a French revolution!

Right you are!

- What are you talking about? - Mayakovsky.

The love boat crashed against plainness.

Hi, Georgiy.

It's seven hours before Ischenko's shift.

Cutlets.

High time you went home, Volodya.

It's not funny, David.

Who told you I'm against it?

Do we beat them or not?

Only I hate publicity,

all those reporters and writers,

summing things up, dogging them out.

It's not a matter of rushing things.

What are you talking about:

in 40 days we should install coking ovens!

- Isn't it clear? - You don't know the situation.

- Yes or no? - It depends.

What do you mean?

Cabbage soup and cutlets, please.

- What is the problem? - Crushed stone is,

the planning, transport, the water.

Terrific cutlets.

- What is this? - Fats?

What time is it on your watch?

Fifteen minutes to nine.

Where are you going?

I'll have a distant call from Moscow at nine.

- I'm off. - And the cutlets?

For God's sake.. What do you want?

We are doing something useful here,

we are rehearsing.

- You wanna a sock on the jaw? - Easy.

- Is Olga here? - What Olga?

Olga from Ischenko's team.

The bull of days is dragging on,

Of years slow the cart:

Our god means racing, and like a drum our heart.

What is the old world? Vodka and dirt and all.

March, the young ones, the old world will fall!

One, two!

'Marusya poisoned herself'. Mayakovsky.

Marusya fell in love, Marusya is lovesick:

He has a trim moustache, his hair is sleek.

Things French he is fond of, in fact - Ivan's the name,

But he calls himself Jean, though he's Ivan all the same.

The two they had a date, and Ivan said: gee,

I'd swap this one for Lyalya, with cutest lingerie.

That other one he dated just for a couple of weeks:

For someone wearing high-heeled shoes he'd seek.

Stop!

Down with womanizers who are lying!

We'll deal these studs with a rod of iron!

Olga, come here quickly!

It's important. Down with hooligans!

One prankster with his pranks spoils our ranks!

Where are you going? It's a sabotage!

We'll put you to answer! Let's go on.

- Ivan, come here. - Yes.

We've business for you.

Oh, my dear pawing me.

- Run to the guys. - Wait.

- Let me explain. - Are you going or not?

There he is!

With boubliks.

I received a parcel.

We should gather everybody.

Tell everybody come to the barrack.

Don't leave, okay?

- What about Andrew? - He won't let us down.

- What about Stepa? - He either.

Vasya and Frosya.

Saenko and Zakirov will ruin everything.

We should take them in hand.

Saenko will be the death of me.

Before I became a worker,

I had curls and a cute comb:

And now, my dear comrades,

I have no home.

- Let us play. - Hey, I gonna lose my poem.

You won my money, let's play again.

Bug off.

An eye.

Rests my mother in her grave,

Somewhere missing is my dad:

Comrades, comrades, fill my mug!

For today I am so sad!

Kolya, hey.

Okay, show it to me.

Look.

- They are cute. - They are too small for me.

- No. - Okay, three rubles.

- But... - Three rubles.

Hey, I didn't even wear them.

Three rubles.

No, Kolya.

Look, I've many things here.

How much? I'll also give you a shirt.

How much?

- You mean, wholesale? - Yes.

Wholesale...

- My money. - Used to be.

My piece of luck.

Here you are.

Are you kidding? One should be human.

I'm not no dog, eh.

Take your rags.

Why not. And bug off to your pals.

I'll give it away to my friend.

Now they want fools to break a record.

God grant it you'll earn a dime.

Okay. I'm never lucky.

Give me ten rubles. And let us play.

- One game only. - Gimme the cards.

It'll be a long game.

You took no end of things from me.

I play first.

Moscow!

I can't hear them!

Hello!

Moscow!

Hi, Katya. It's David.

Do you hear me?

Who is there?

Damn. Who is there?

It's David.

Sorry if I woke you up.

But who is there?

Katya, it's David!

I'm sorry to have woken you up.

David.

For Crissake, what happened?

- What happened? - Relax,

everything is all right. I'm your brother David.

What's wrong with this telephone?

I hear you all right.

I said: did I wake you up?

- Were you asleep? - Where you calling from?

Maybe something happened with Mom?

Don't make me nervous.

- Is Mom all right? - Of course she is!

I say...

I say, hi!

In my basket...

I said: in my basket

there is a blue lithographic booklet

with the lectures of Professor Probst.

Do you hear me?

Yes.

What basket? You must be crazy!

I thought you were in trouble.

It's my crazy brother.

I'm not talking to you.

Do you hear me?

For God's sake, it's six a.m.

I'm standing barefooted in the corridor.

- Shame on you. - You, drunkard.

I'm standing barefooted in the corridor!

Not in the corridor - in my basket!

A blue lithographic booklet!

With Professor Probst's lectures.

I see, Professor Probst's lectures.

Ballet 'Red Poppy'.

Stop looking at an undressed woman.

I sent it to Misha in Kharkov.

- He sent me a flash! - What?

What flash?

You fool!

Why did you do this?

Katya!

For God's sake!

- You want extra time? - Yes.

What, David?

Be quick, I'm barefooted here.

Sorry to wake you, but you should urgently go

- to professor Smolensky! - Me?

You mean to his home?

Wait, I'll take a pencil.

Gimme his address.

What?

Okay. What will be your message?

Humble respects?

And calculations?

Don't forget to tell him

it's about their record in Kharkov.

I need his opinion

and his latest

analytical calculations!

Okay: analytical calculations,

Kharkov.

Twelve o'clock? What?

Twelve o'clock your time,

nine o'clock Moscow time.

Today at nine o'clock a.m.

Any news from our mom?

David. My brother is real crazy.

Look, I'm standing bare-footed here.

Did you send money to Mom?

She'll come in middle July.

Best regards from my neighbors.

- Same to them. - Same to you.

Okay. Analytical calculations.

I expect your call at 9 a.m.

David!

- How do you do. - Oh, my God.

- What a surprise. - I came on a visit here.

- Writing your book? - Doing my best.

We came on a tour here. Come to our performance.

Of course.

Rebuses.

Gee!

It's great I met you here.

- Vinkich. - I remember.

It's great I met you here.

Engrossed in your thoughts, observing?

Engrossed kind of.

All this is a kind of a rebus for me.

I observe things and people

but I can see no connection between them.

I am totally at a loss.

They expect me to come with an essay,

but I don't know what to start with.

You can't envelop everything at once.

How long have you been staying here?

Eighteen months.

Great for you.

Eighteen months ago

- it was a bare steppe here? - Absolutely.

We lived in a tent.

And this is how I will begin:

'18 months ago it was a bare steppe here.

'They lived in tents'.

Before you many a writer would come here,

except not so big writers as you.

And they had the same beginning:

'18 months ago it was a bare steppe here'.

It's not a challenge, you know.

Alas, but it is so.

We could take a walk and have a look.

With great pleasure.

Just to see things and people.

We'll go to the mine, the dam, blast furnace plant.

But first we'll drop by sector six,

I need to see one person there.

I'll only have to change.

- It's hot. - Open the window.

It's some room.

You absolutely can't work here.

It's a real Sahara!

The room can't be worse.

Flues and everything:

two days here is a limit.

He is crazy!

He woke everyone.

- A nutcase. - You too.

Calculations.

Calculations.

Professor Smolensky.

Kharkov, Professor Smolensky.

Higher, higher!

To the left!

Lower!

Don't forget the nails!

They said your wife came to you.

Yeah, that crazy woman. How it goes?

Pretty nice.

- Who gonna beat Kharkov? - We don't know yet.

- How is your guys? - Don't worry for them.

Worry for anyone else but them.

- How it goes? - You make it solid? Good.

We won't suffer your Khanumov ridicule us!

I told you: he's pussyfooting.

Katya, it's your crazy brother again.

These calls give me a headache.

Thank you.

David, it's me.

Thank God I'm in time.

He gave me a hell of a welcome!

He treated me to tea in a canteen!

Let me catch my breath.

Do you have a pencil and some paper?

Great for you, Katya. Dictate.

There is an article

by some engineers:

'To speed up concrete-making

'not detrimental for good quality'.

Yes.

Good girl.

Fifty seven?

Fifty seven? Good!

Good!

'Komsomol gazette'.

No, no!

This is absolutely of the question.

I almost finished.

Ischenko is already ahead.

Come on: no way

Khanumov won't be the last to laugh.

- No way. - Exactly, you oddball.

- What would you say? - What would 'you' say?

- What news? - What news?

- Don't dodge me. - Any details?

Comrades, I'll need your ten minutes' attention.

Take good note of it.

An article from the paper 'Industrialization'

dated today.

In how way?

By holy spirit - from Moscow, by telephone:

- My sis is a reporter. - Dog my cats.

Shall I read it or not?

- Read. - I'll need attention, then.

A group of engineers from the Construction Institute...

Hi.

How is your progress going?

- What do you want? - To talk.

Be quick.

Wait.

- Read. - In a nutshell.

- Kharkov. - What?

I've just made a round of the sector.

We've a case of unhealthy sentiments.

Korneev and Margulies become impudent.

It's the fact deviators do their work.

But they've no discipline, they begrudge printing,

the public is passive, foremen are swearing.

Construction business is not a French revolution.

They've Napoleonic plans, and then...

I don't quite understand.

Have you come to chitchat here

and to stir the waters?

What do you want?

You don't dig it, then don't meddle.

'The date we have from building sites as per

'the strength of concrete and increased batches

'are not quite to the point

'Recording-breaking work

'but based on scientific research,

'only thus we can break

'world records,

'but not to the detriment of the quality'.

The conclusion can be only

that we can beat Kharkov,

but with your help only.

- But not Khanumov. - You, time and again.

No way.

He is right. We should encourage the young ones.

I've already instructed the foreman.

So, is it me or Khanumov?

- Whose shift is now? - Mine.

So, you'll be the one to beat. But mum's the word.

Well, comrades, what do you think?

- We say ay. - 'tis not enough.

Stop gazing at his stubble.

Advise me what poem we put up in the issue.

The approval of such authoritative

mobile editorial office is not enough for him.

First, we should help with materials:

sand, cement, crushed stone,

water, electricity.

- Transport. That do you? - Yeah.

All the rest is my and Korneev's business.

- And fitting? - Sure.

Absolutely.

No kidding with Sigov.

He is top dog in this. And can teach the puppies.

- And hush-puppies. - Tut, tut, Slobodkin.

You can't beat Mayakovsky on this.

Okay, read it to us.

It'll serve him right.

- 'cause he's in a decay. - The idea is like this...

This city has no tradition: no boulevards,

of fountains, or palaces here to see.

This city is rising before our eyes -

Out of the Ural mountains and energy.

- Good. - Gee, Slobodkin.

What is the salt of it, you'd ask:

You would smoke a thousand cigs all in all

Just to write a poem, it's mining

In artesian depths of one's soul!

And also this:

An idea unmixed with water

Is not an idea raw:

I was always full of ideas,

I am not some stupid crow.

A reporter what do I need? A censor me to stifle,

Or an enemy who would aim

At me his rifle.

Poetry is no craft of spelling,

A portrait of a sunset or radish:

It's a portrait of one's soul frozen,

Can you make my pale soul reddish?

I loved her, my memory ages,

Never mind my pain - pain's my art.

I also love animals - do you have cages?

Or make me in the zoo a guard.

Near the baker a mangy doggie,

It's so hungry - I can't spare my liver.

I love animals - eat, doggie.

so nice to love and be a giver.

Come on, David.

March!

Comrades,

you either speak business or read poems.

What will come of your Napoleonic plans?

I talked with the Party secretary.

Our guys're tough, but we'll need emergency hq.

Kutaisov, we'll need your material.

A picture of the site and portraits of the best ones.

Better cripple me with a tram!

- You will need a tram. - Okay, emergency hq.

You'll take care of the railroad,

you - of the cement and electricity.

Me - of the sand and crushed stone.

Who will take care of the water pipe?

- Say, Semechkin will. - Is it okay with you?

Yes.

'Komsomol Gazette' wagon.

Ischenko? It's for you.

- Me? - Yes.

What do you want?

It's my spouse.

That crazy woman.

She is in labor! What do I do?

- Relax. - Take her to the hospital.

Don't worry. Labor happens.

Don't worry.

- Well? - Thank God.

Get your things.

Take your bundle. Have you found a dray?

- Will you be all right? - Yes.

Don't make her jolted, okay.

Be sure and bring a boy.

Good bye.

I'm all right.

Good bye.

- Everybody here? - Yes.

Where is Zagirov?

This is the wrong day for letting us down!

I need everybody, or else it will be a shame.

Take the team to the sector.

This is how it goes.

Too bad, I won't make it to the hospital.

End of Part One