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

Part Two

I will repose, I'll close my eyes

to see this big world nevermore:

And they will bury me in a mountain

Where there is a lot of iron ore.

And on the mountain a plant will seal me safe:

My poor daddy, you'll look in vain

for your son's grave.

Comrades!

Guys!

Saenko! Zagirov!

Where have you been?

What is going on?

Everyone came but you.

For shame, it gonna be a very important shift for us.

Let's go!

You missed last shift - but not today!

Hey, it's you I'm talking to.

Are you crazy?

Everyone's going to work.

Some shock workers.

Hey, come here.

Kiss my know what.

Don't be stupid, you, hooligan.

Don't you have your own head?

He's like tagging you by a rope.

Don't you offend my pal,

my bosom friend or else

I'll knock the wind out of his offenders.

- He should play off. - Gimme the money.

You should play off, use your chance.

Saenko, we'll carpet you,

we know your like.

I couldn't care less, okay.

You got me?

Comrades.

Comrades.

You should be conscientious.

Discipline means discipline,

in a Bolshevik-like way, okay, Zagirov?

- Oh, come on. - Saenko.

Hey, buddy, let's go.

- Where to? - Come on,

let's go and show what enthusiasts we are.

Right you are, guys!

- Wipe out your disgrace! - Get lost!

- Don't let us down! - Scram.

- So, will you come? - Piss off.

- I hope you'll come. - We'll come, don't worry.

Put up the samovar!

Guys, come here!

Gee, what a cute planking.

I'll now gonna try it out.

Smetana, let's do it, the two of us!

Stick to the right. Who made this planking?

- The holy ghost. - The hell I believe you.

It was your idea!

It's a parquet of a planking! We'll work with a swing now!

'Train leaving 17 p.m. I'll explain everything to you'

- I won't make it. - You will.

- No. - You will. Go!

Easy, easy!

There is a traveling circus come to sector 3.

I saw an elephant, it was gobbling hay.

And his mouth is delicate like a jug.

Oh my.

I teased it. I mean the elephant.

- I won't make it. - You will.

Kostya dear.

Why bringing a circus to a construction site?

For cultural pastime.

They better admire animals than play spot.

- As clear as that. - Yes.

And the kids will be glad, too.

Our Party cares for both kids and the working class.

Right: kids.

- I won't make it. - You will.

You must.

Because it's early morning.

It's okay.

- Early morning. - Hey.

Let's go away from here.

Hey, you sleep-heads.

- What? - Ah, here is another one.

Come on.

Man.

- When you guys have time for this? - No, please.

- Why did you come then? - Easy!

No.

You're not the first one, nor the last one.

Don't come in, wait there.

Comrades!

We...

Capitalism...

In the face of imperialism...

Dear comrades!

We, rank-and-file

enthusiasts

of our authoritative shift...

- Don't paw me. - ...of sector six.

We pledge in front of

international proletariat

to break a world record

upon a world record!

May reporters

from the central paper witness this:

we voice our staunch...

Stop your slogans, let's go to work.

- Hey! - How it goes, Ischenko?

It's a long story. What time is it now?

Three minutes to sharp.

Ah, the planking.

Cute!

- Allocation ready? - Yep.

Catch it, Nastya!

Guys, listen to my command:

take your place, stand by your cars!

Stand by your machines!

- We need hands for gravy. - Wait!

Saenko, Zagirov!

You take care of the gravy.

Prove us you're shock workers!

Wipe out your disgrace!

What?

Guys!

What's going on?

Hi, Khanumov.

Gee...

Don't 'gee' us!

We are no horses or your property.

- Stop trembling. - You refuse to work?

Where are our construction boots?

I'm not gonna lose my last pair of shoes.

We shall discuss it after the shift.

I don't have no special boots, okay.

Go to work, we shall talk after he work.

- No? - No.

Speak only on your own behalf.

I answer for both of us, right?

Yeah, we need them boots.

So, you refuse to work,

in front of the team?

Special boots!

May I end in prison...

It's not a typical phenomenon, you know.

Of course, it's just an incident.

They shoved off their shoes at the flea market.

Time's pressing.

Stop squabbling!

- Saboteurs! - Yes or no?

He's with me! Special boots!

You want make a laughing stock out of us?

You wanna screw everything

on this important day?

You've no shame.

No boots - no working.

May you choke on it!

You creep.

Wait, Stepan.

- To hell with them. - Let them go.

- Who says 'nay'? - We all say 'ay'!

Get lost! We shall discuss it tomorrow.

Time, time.

See you later, alligator!

Zagirov.

I'm an honest guy, but he's walking away

in someone else's shoes.

- To hell with them. - Some circus.

- Let's start. - Take your places.

Let's go.

Nice gravy.

At last they bring nice gravy.

- Take your places. - Load it!

- Being in a stew? - Not yet.

The next one!

Load it.

Spare your strength.

- Too hot? - Oh yeah.

Margulies, you promised not to interfere.

You disturb our process!

Go away.

25 batches during 31 minutes.

In half an hour we may have a break.

To look at you.

Grey shoes painted white, how stupid.

Did you receive my note? I was all nerves.

Grey shoes painted white!

- Why such a rush? - Don't ask me.

I don't understand myself. I'm going crazy.

- How hot it is here! - Don't leave.

- I'll come back soon. - Why are you leaving?

...in August or September.

June, July, August, September. What time is it now?

- Five clock. - We've six minutes left.

Don't leave.

Help me with this suitcase and don't be stupid.

- How hot is here! - Don't leave.

Thanks.

I'll call you, I'll write letters to you.

I can call you every day.

Take a seat.

And I, too.

Let me look at you.

What's wrong? You feel bored here?

I could set you up in an American cottage.

There is a wonderful air there.

It's because of your daughter?

Klava, don't be silly.

You can bring Vera here.

What's going on?

Excuse me,

mine is the upper berth.

May I?

How things going at your sector?

We fight, we work.

25 batches in the first half an hour.

What does it mean?

It means we might make 400 batches a shift.

Glad to hear this.

Do you smoke?

Our managers don't believe it's true.

They say it's impossible.

I nearly fought them because of you guys.

Look, Klava.

A lot of kids admire living here.

They're healthy and chubby.

You can't understand: she is my child.

Vera is weak and sickly.

And the climate here is awful.

A usual continental climate.

Don't be stupid. I must take her to the seaside.

They have tickets to Gagry.

I'll take her to Gagry.

As for me...

Look what became of me.

If I don't have some rest, you know...

I'll lie on the sand...

I'll come back soon, I promise.

In September, or maybe in October.

September, October...

The train is leaving.

Non-passengers, please leave.

Let us not be melodramatic.

Sit down, my dear and only buddy.

Leave me alone.

- Tut, tut. - It's my treat.

We're no slaves, eh.

Sit down.

Wait a minute.

Go away.

And you, too.

Cover me with this cloth.

Wait, I'll have a shave.

Let go of me.

You don't look like a Tatar at all.

Hurry up there.

Hey, the baby's crying.

- For shame. - Do you understand me?

Come on.

Now...

You spoiled the picture!

Drink, Tatar.

Don't hurt my feelings.

Being squeamish?

Please, no fighting in my parlor!

Stop torturing me!

Drink, you Tatar mug!

I don't call you a Russian mug. We're equals.

No, you son of a bitch.

We aren't equals.

I bought you for a ten, bag and baggage.

You are my slave!

You dog!

I will kill you!

Dinner break

I now know what you are!

Beating a shock-worker?

Comrades!

You're even worse than a rabid dog!

I'll need more cement.

Seventy five.

Good evening.

Sitting here aloof to everything.

There is a story.

Our American wizard used Edison to sit like this

with his pupils, around an electric bulb.

It was going on, and they would sit and watch it.

They wondered about how long it would go on.

It meant 362 hours of sleepless sitting.

Seventy six.

You are a poet, Foma.

No, I'm an American engineer.

How do you like this: it's quite a different thing, eh.

Let's go and have a dinner, mister Edison.

Stop gazing at your bulb, or else they'll clos

the canteen. Your bulb won't go down without you,

that Lenin's bulb is shining bright:

you did a good work making it shine.

Okay, a twenty minutes' break.

Twenty minute or maybe longer.

Let's check on the moulding process first.

During dinner we can leaf through the magazines.

They've nice advertisements, everything.

The moudling process is going on all right,

go and have some grub.

Be quick: tempo, tempo!

Tell me, Foma, how much dollars do you have in the bank?

18 thousand 227 dollars and 95 cents.

Means you can buy any of these things?

And in ten years you will have 200 thousand?

What next?

You'll have two cars, two houses,

two throats, two you know what.

Is that what such a clever person was born for?

It's all your 'red propaganda', you know.

Don't dodge my question.

A bit more dollars - and you will have a new bourgeois.

I would offer you a vacation of chief engineer

in a construction company.

I've full hands here.

A good salary and a nice boss

not caring for your political sentiments.

You're a nice sport, Foma.

Stay here: we'll elect you to the city council.

We'll make you a congressman.

- I'll stay here. - I'll stay there.

Georgiy, where have you been?

Ah, showing a foreigner around?

You know what's going on here?

Margulies and his escapades!

It's not construction - it's some French revolution.

I heard about this.

Margulies!

Take them to the village, then come and pick me up.

Watch where you are going!

I'm on duty today: what's going on at your sector?

- What's going on? - What do you mean?

Let's go to your sector.

You're welcome to.

Foma, go to the canteen,

and buy us a dinner.

I'm all ears.

What's going on at your sector?

- What do you want to know? - The situation in your sector?

I won't have dinner again.

The situation with the plant is like this:

brickwork - 87 per cent.

- Excavation - 117 per cent. - What else?

Concreting...

I haven't eaten today. Treat yourself.

Candied fruit, I bought it in the canteen.

It's very yummy.

I think such experiments

with concreting can only bring harm.

The way you handle foreign machinery

is... well... risky.

I'll skip a stronger expression.

You mean sabotage?

Yes, it's an in expression today.

Do you say this to me as a duty manager?

No, as a deputy chief of construction.

- You forbid us to work? - No.

I'm against strong measures.

- So, you permit us? - Neither this nor that.

How do I take your words?

As your senior comrade I suggest you reconsider

your decision.

I don't need your advice.

I can even order you to.

I'm not going to obey your orders.

I'm only answerable before the Party.

As you please.

A monocle?

- Indeed, a monocle. - What did you say?

How queer. I say,

this idea of yours

smacks of opportunism.

Let us skip this demagogy. What else?

David, 154 batches in three hours.

- I bet on my father. - Not now.

Excuse me, but with such tempo we'll run out

- ...of cement in two hours. - Not now, Mosya. Go.

We are talking! We are busy.

Of course, I'm sorry.

- 'tis great! - Later.

- Sorry, I must go. - To get some cement?

Yes. Any questions?

No, thanks.

This Kharkov give you no peace. This is sheer

petty ambition.

It's all right with me if it helps us in our work.

I'm not against facts of ambition at my sector.

- I warned you, okay? - Yes. yes.

Bye.

- Raining? - Cats and dogs.

- What? - Everything is okay.

- Tell me. - Later.

What?

Everything is okay.

Damn.

Dancing session!

Wash off the dirt! Water cannon!

Water cannon? We are short of cement!

- We can't go on! - Gee, it's slippery!

Great! Good!

Meet our hero: Margulies, sector six.

- Wash it! - Of course you this writer,

- I needn't mention his name. - Wash it off!

Pull the hose!

Flush it!

Hefty guy!

A real athlete!

Guys, come and take a shower.

It's our foreman, his wife's in labor.

People want to come here.

How many?

172 batches.

173 batches,

173.

Do the counting.

Warehouse?

For chrissake,

we'll need 40 barrels of 'Volsky 000'!

- 40 barrels! - And now

- Is Korneev there? - Hovering over me.

He's just come.

He's lying! I've been sticking here for over an hour!

I work by the plan.

You had your daily ration, I've no more!

First you say you have no more,

and then - presto - you have everything!

Stop your demagogy!

I'm no juggler for you!

Stop sloganizing!

You are a juggler! Because

you turn everything into a circus!

- Hi, Pierre! - Hi Jean!

You promised me a bonus for good work.

I've given out all bonuses to the best workers.

- I've no more. - Look for it better.

- You'll find some. - I said - I've no more.

- And here? - Go ahead!

All right.

If you wish, you will find it.

You wish - you find.

Working with a swing?

Some climate.

The next one!

We've run out of cement! We need the cement!

This is the last barrel!

How many?

224!

Just silly games.

Yes. Kharkov.

Send someone to sector six.

Let them make a resistibility test.

Do it officially - a committee

and representatives of the public.

I'll come there too.

Craving for glory, eh.

The next one.

The scoop!

The next one.

The cement!

We need the cement!

Basta!

No cement!

You wrote anything new, Slobodkin?

Some new poem?

Okay, listen.

Things incomprehensible to each other told:

Pal, I am just twenty against your 30 years old.

You are not a youngster, to sing about war.

Relax, my dear Kolya, Let me try once more.

Winds from all directions on the battle-scene

The clatter of the squadron, hoofs and tambourine.

On the green grass fell we from somewhere afar,

Me - a war reporter, you - a commissar.

To the left - a hill, to the right a hill,

To the left - your foot, to the right - my heel.

A saber, a revolver, in-between - a map,

On top of it - a cap.

Matches and tobacco in a rucksack torn...

Not bad.

No wonder: it's Bagritsky.

I thought 'twas you making progress.

You kidding: for two hours on end I was swearing

in the dispatcher's office.

And am doing this every blessed day.

How you doing?

I've two tickets to the circus. Let's go?

Okay.

Stop! Hey!

Hey.

Where have you been?

Wives come and go, and we stay.

By the way:

today

they'll serve pasta and steak.

- How many? - 292.

I told you it would be all right.

The next one!

The scoop!

Come on, Egor.

294.

We beat Kharkov!

We won!

Spying on us, Khanumov?

Go ahead, write things down,

they may come in useful.

No big deal, I'll make it in good time.

The scoop!

The scoop!

They did 301!

- What? - 301!

301!

Poor Kharkov.

- We won! - Yipe!

- Don't worry. - Yes... no...

Not to worry, we did it.

Okay.

I will come.

Look lively, guys.

The last batch, guys!

Come on.

307!

307!

Smoke!

A five minutes' break!

Basta!

So, do you give in the banner?

No rush, foreman.

- It will be mine. - First catch our hare.

Okay!

Wow! Shura - a messenger of our victory!

I like your efficiency.

And once more it's your poor luck.

But why?

- Look here. - Okay.

Please.

Photographer, take a historic picture.

One minute.

- What about us? - Stick closer.

Say 'cheese'.

Shura.

Don't try our patience.

'Kharkov's record broken...

'by workers of Kuznetskstroi...'

It must be some mistake.

'who came up with an unprecedented figure of 402'.

'And we still sitting in a galosh'.

We're too late.

Too late.

It's a shame.

Stop it, people are looking. Shame for you.

We still have time left.

What's going on, foreman?

Last time we were late with it, too.

- Lucky. - Who is lucky?

I am.

Because to command means to predict things.

No strangers here, please.

Please, leave the place.

- Relax. - Mosya.

Come on.

We shall beat Kuznetsk!

Zagirov is an honest person!

The next one!

The next one!

Zagirov is an honest person!

Come on, work.

You fool! Card-player!

Yo, fool!

Fool!

Come on, fool,

to look at you!

Hey, fool!

Fool!

Look lively, fool!

Spare your heels, fools!

Fool!

Go, the next one!

Look lively!

No water!

No water!

Basta!

No water here!

- Where is water? - Go and check.

- It's not running. - Hold this.

- What's the matter? - Who turned it off?

The water stopped running out of a sudden.

- For no reason at all. - Try once more.

Who is in charge of water?

- Once more! - Yes!

'tis some mysticism!

Damn this famous hq.

- Didn't I tell you. - Quiet.

Quiet, everybody.

- Who is in charge of water? - Semechkin.

Where is Semechkin?

Semechkin!

Where is Semechkin?

What's all this noise about?

I'm down here.

- You in charge if water? - Yes.

- Water! - Everything is all right.

Everything is all right.

They are already installing it.

- Installing what? - The meter.

- What meter? - Water meter.

Tut, shock-workers,

you break world records and forget about economy.

It was my order.

Order about what?

To install a meter. It'll work in 40 minutes.

- We are it, guys. - It means economy.

You mean you ordered to unbolt the tubes?

Yes, means ruble economy.

You...

Have the tubes bolted up - now!

No way. I'm in charge of the water pipe.

You fool!

You idiot! We need the water now!

No swearing, comrade Margulies.

Where are you going?

Bolt up the pipe.

First install the meter.

Put that fish down!

Bolt it up, we need the water!

- Don't do this. - Do it.

I said - no.

- Shut up, youngster! - I beg your pardon.

Do it, show some reason.

I forbid.

Have your snacks, install the meter.

What?

What on earth is going on?

Having your snacks, eh.

Guards!

There are hooligans down there.

- What's going on? - Do you know me?

You're the chief of sector six.

- Take the offender. - Which one?

- That one. - Get out.

You've no right to!

I'm a member of the emergency hq.

- Put him in the firemen's shed. - Yes, sir.

Get out, now.

I'll write about this to the local paper.

Semechkin, stop playing a fool.

I give in, in the face of violence.

Take your places!

Let's go.

- It's violence. - Let him out in an hour.

Bolt the pipes up.

We've been bogging down for fifteen minutes.

Now they won't make it.

All right, though I kept this for myself.

Connect the two levers - the one for

lifting the scoop and for taking up the water.

Ten seconds of economy per each batch.

Drink my blood, I'll beat ye all the time.

My guys are better than yours.

Load it.

Gee, a real military council.

- Indeed. - And the reporters, too.

- Nearing to the end? - The last cube.

- Well... - My signature.

And here, too.

Your signature.

- Where? - Here.

Who else?

I wish you luck.

Drop by in a week for the results.

- Long time he did this. - Meanwhile - do worry.

- Do worry, Korneev. - Don't try to bully me.

It's a normal concrete:

the water and cement proportions.

There is no reason to be pessimistic.

How your writing is going on here?

My biggest problem is to remember names.

- Did you see the dam? - The dam?

- You should see it. - Are you from the dam?

He is our chief engineer.

Oh, stop it.

Take the pictures of the best ones.

It's a Shrovetide of a work here.

- Exactly. - A carnival in Nice.

They are coming!

That bald devil!

Those devils.

410!

- What? - 410.

Did you hear that? 410!

Stop!

- Well? - Groovy!

Guys! We did beat Kharkov!

We did beat Kuznetsk!

We won!

Dear comrades!

It's midnight!

The end of the shift.

415!

Stop!

Basta!

- Kill the engine! - Yes, sir!

Ischenko, catch it.

It's your day of glory today.

You broke a world record! 'tis mighty serious.

So, my congratulations.

You are a number one here for today.

- Oh, come on. - 415 batches.

You beat Kharkov and Kuznetsk

in a matter of one day! Nice figures,

the best foreman, for the time being.

A short-lived holiday, Kostya.

Catch your hare first.

Take your places!

Stand by your carts!

Take your spades!

Run the machines!

Come on!

You gonna croak like this.

Nope.

You will.

What time is it now?

Two-fifteen.

The canteen will open at eight.

What about a sleep?

I wish I took a good sleep.

Let's take a walk.

Just a bit.

You are a camel.

The guys are right calling you a camel.

Shura.

Shura dear.

Did they give you the tickets to the circus?

No, why?

I see.

How old are you?

I am old.

Tell me.

I'm very old. I'm 36.

You're not old:

you're a youngster.

- Being sleepless? - Oh, come on.

What are you doing here?

Taking some fresh air.

You know, I do feel like a youngster.

I relive all my childhood sensations here.

Say, we are walking

among these huge objects,

noises, smokes, lights, emotions.

- But maybe you don't care. - No, I do care.

Maybe you're a poet?

And you'll write a poem for my banner?

- You're a dum-dum. - You're another one.

Shura.

What do you think?

You think I don't understand? But I do.

Everything used to seem bigger,

but now you outgrow things,

I mean not a skirt or a blouse.

The whole big world seems too tight,

not the way it used to be when I was young.

You, old lady.

Of course, I'm not too old, but not young either.

Will you take me for a wife?

And you?

TIME, FULL SPEED!

Based upon Valentin Kataev's novel

Written by V. KATAEV, M. SCHVEITZER

Directed by Michael SCHVEITZER, Sofia MILKINA

Photography by N. ARDASHNIKOV, Yu. GANTMAN

Production Designer - A. FREIDIN

Music by G. SVIRIDOV

Sound by L. TRAKHTENBERG

The Cast:

Inna GULAYA as Shura Soldatova

Tamara SEMINA as Olya Tregubova

Serghei YURSKY as Margulies

Leonid KURAVLEV as Korneev

A. YANVAREV as Ischenko N. FEDORTSOV as Smetana

V. KASHPUR as KHANUMOV S. KHITROV as Saenko

R. MURATOV as Zagirov V. ZOBIN as Mosya

Ye. KOROLEVA as Fenya L. KADOCHNIKOVA as Katya

T. LAVROVA as Klava Ye. KOPELYAN as Nalbandov

Yu. VOLYNTSEV as the writer I. YASULOVICH as Vinkich

V. SERGACHEV as Semechkin Thomas BIGSBY as - B. Oya

V. SEMENOV as Sigov B. YURCHENKO as Filonov

Ye. KHARITONOV as Slobodkin

Translated by Svetlana Kormashova