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Armenfilm Studios, USSR

Armenfilm Studios present

YEARNING

after the story by Hrachya KOCHAR

Script: Ruben Ovsepyan Henrik Malyan

Direction: Frunze Dovlatyan

Camera: Gagik Avakyan

Production design: Stepan Andranikyan

Music: Martyn Vartazaryan

Sound recordists: Iren Ordukhanyan, Agata Vanunts

Rafael Atoyan as Arakel

Featuring: Galya Novents as Sanam

A. Melikdzhanyan as Aram H. Kartashyan as Hasmik

S. Petrosyan as Tigran M. Azaryan as Andranik

N. Hovhannisyan as Yenok A Hovhannisyan as Mushegh

A. Shahverdyan as Melnikov

L. Sharafyan as Shavarshyan A Gasparyan as Sarkisov

A. Santrosyan, R. Khostikyan, A. Hunanyan as investigators

N. Mnoyan as the mute girl R. Gasparyan as Sheikh

G. Karapetyan as Marif

Dedicated to the memory of Henrik Malyan

Go ahead.

Sit down.

- After you. - Thank you.

- So it's him? - Yes.

Comrade Shavarshyan, you'll start interrogation.

Of course.

We need to get clarification, he may have been sent with an assignment.

That is hardly possible.

May I?

Yes, please.

I know these types like him. Let me do the job.

- You're welcome. - I won't let you down.

Here you go.

Be aware, than this case is supervised by the HQ. I have to make a report.

- May I? - Yes.

When I worked in Astrakhan, I came upon same type, Tatar...

Yes, yes, you'll tell us later. Let's start.

Comrade Shavarshyan,

I would like this case closed

before I leave for Moscow.

Why?

I hate unfinished reports.

Superiors likes things to be clear.

Comrade Melnikov, did they give you a good room?

It's all right.

Same as in any local hotel.

Why you turned on the light?

- May we sit here? - Please.

I can't see you, son.

I can't see you.

Hands on the table!

So, you are Arakel Eloyan!?

Yes, my good man. I'm Arakel Eloyan.

Please let my wife and children go home.

I'm a criminal, but what have they to do with this?

I'm sorry.

Here you go.

And this...

There is the Writers Union meeting. Shall we send somebody?

He's a very dangerous man.

These are his things that were found, and given for examination.

Thoroughly checked there.

Why don't you shave?

I pledged to do it only when our lands are returned.

- What's this? - Earth from my parents' graves.

From Ditak.

- And what's this? - Mushegh's dagger.

In 1915, before the massacre, the Turks took away our arms.

We managed to hide the dagger with Mushegh.

- And where's Mushegh now? - In the village.

What kind of man are you?

A village man, born of the soil.

- Were you a Dashnak? - The light makes me blind.

All right. Did you belong to the Dashnak or Gnchak party?

No, my dear man. My nephew Manuk was a Gnchak.

Where is he? Name? Address?

When did you see him last?

Lucky man.

Where am I supposed to see him?

Wasn't he captured in a battle at the Npat mountain!?

Wasn't he hanged by the Sultan's order!?

When was that?

25-30 years ago.

- A song was written about it. - What song?

- About that event. - Do you know the words?

- Sure I do. - Tell me.

- Shall I sing? - Go ahead.

Goodness! Will he really sing?

I told you, comrade Melnikov.

1904 year came to an end,

the fourth year came to an end.

A group of Gnchaks crossed the border

and came out against Dzhalal Ashirat.

Enough! Enough! Just say the words.

Words are not enough. It's a song!

Excuse me, I can't anymore...

Stop pretending to be a fool!

- Behave yourself. - He is putting on an act.

Tell me, who ordered you to cross the border?

We eliminated many nationalists in 20s.

I went, and came back on my own will.

Grandpa! Grandpa!

Grandpa! Grandpa!

Why are you crying, my dear?

Where is your father?

Where is your uncle? Where is your grandma?

Why have they locked our door?

Father? They took everyone away. Left only me and the children.

Arakel came back.

Again these thugs are coming back. Damn them.

Left! Left!

Surround the house!

He can escape!

He may be armed. Be careful!

- Let go of the child. - Why should I?

Calm the child. Calm him!

- He's cutting teeth. - Calm him, I say.

- Go ahead! - Where?

- Where you are taking me? - Shut up! Go, you'll see.

Away!

Father!

End of the whole family...

Came back!

Take him home!

Break up. Can't you see, the people are busy.

How old are you?

During the Ter-Gukasov war, I was 13-14 years old.

So now you must be around 65-66.

Yes.

Comrade Melnikov, it's a waste of time. We need to take the bull by the horns.

Is this the bull!? Looks more like the lamb.

- What did you do back at home? - I was a watchman.

When needed, I would take my gun and go to the mountains.

So you were a rebel?

No, I had been married.

I remember how my son was cutting teeth.

When they took me away, my grandson was cutting teeth.

I was not a rebel.

A rebel is a goner.

He said that rebels don't marry. [translating to Melnikov]

That they're wedded to a shroud, and other nonsense.

Let my family go, son.

My kin are devoted heart and soul to the Soviet State.

If my wife wasn't ashamed of her grey hair,

she would have joined the Komsomols too.

Says that his wife is a Komsomol member.

The red-head has dozen-off. Cover him up with something.

Arakel Eloyan!

- Yes, my dear man. - Give a clear answer!

If you want to get out of here.

If you value your son's and grandson's future...

May God punish me if I lie.

- Agreed? - Of course.

Tell me, who sent you to Turkey?

Your answer will show if you're speaking the truth.

Who sent you to Turkey?

Who sent you to Turkey?

I repeat again: First, handclaps,

then everyone screams "Long live comrade Stalin!"

Like that. Good.

Hell. Watch out!

Pyramid must be at the centre, under the sun.

Orchestra, one, two, one, two.

Move to a side! Orchestra, go there.

Pyramid, handclaps!

Raise it higher! I'll measure!

Lower now!

- Ninth month and she doesn't give birth. - Rub her belly with the butter.

The actual height.

Vassil, cut the legs a bit to make it even.

Mushegh, what wedding is that?

You haven't understood yet?

Very well. Leave it that way.

Attaboy!

Couldn't be done better!

Sanam, are you Komsomol too?

Damn you.

What do you understand in life? Poor Arakel, people laugh at you.

And you want to make fun of me.

- Mom, why did you put this on? - My dear.

Sit here.

Just look at that!

Get up, get up. Get up!

What this dog is snooping for?

- Who is that? - Comrade Stalin.

And what do you mean by sitting like that?

Yenok, what are you shouting for?

She's pregnant. The child will stutter because of you!

The bitch sat on the portrait!

So what?

Have you memorized slogans? Who will start?

- Secretary of the group comrade Yenok. - Comrade Aram will sum up.

- What happened? - Should have taken the carriage.

Stinting money for repairs.

And they want to take a carriage.

We must enter the village by car.

Drive in.

The car is stuck.

Break up!

Run down to the river!

You too, fast!

Mushegh, who else are they expecting?

Aram. He will bring a new name to the village.

- Since when our village has no name? - What's the matter with you?

You've surpassed that Yenok.

We've got the best tractors in the world, made in the USSR.

The best sportsmen in the world are ours, from the USSR.

The best technology in the world is ours, in the USSR.

Push, push guys! The USSR got the best pushers!

Come on guys, push it up! We can sing, make it easier for you.

Our locomotive, ahead...

Come down, and help us to "sing".

The best textile workers are in the USSR!

The words of our great leader Comrade Stalin. Hurrah!

Hurrah!

Long live the revolution of all nations.

...and the socialist village!

Long live Comrade Mikoyan and Comrade Vorashilov!

Long live our great leader, the father and teacher of our people!

- Get the car ready for the parade. - I won't.

- Why? - Too many bosses, and I'm alone.

We'll speak to you later.

Take away the ass! Lost your minds bringing an ass to the square.

I don't want to see him here again.

There you are in Moscow, our dear Stalin

The wise leader of our country, our dear Stalin.

Comrades! Our active farm will be named -

"Stalin Constitution"!

I could die for my son!

Comrades, let us be worthy

of the name of the most humane constitution,

and we'll prove that by our hard labour! Hurrah!

Comrade Stalin, may you drop down from your throne.

For giving our lands away to the Turks.

Who said that?

Who said that?

How can you say such things about Stalin in public?

Only an enemy can speak like that, see?

Do you want us to be labelled as enemies?

- Got a loose tongue, that's what! - Your words have reached Moscow.

The village is proud of our sons.

And you want to have them thrown into prison.

I'm an illiterate man, forgive me.

I'm not an enemy, I spoke from my heart.

I'm grateful to our Soviet State.

And if the day comes when they give us back our land,

I will join the Bolsheviks too.

Let's go, son.

You are an enemy of your sons.

People are right when they say you're off your rocker.

Take it.

- I want a wooden spoon too. - Yes, my dear.

Let's go, or here may be a meeting again.

- And we'll be to blame. - That dwarf Yenok will tell everyone.

- Did he heard too? - Yes, here he comes, dwarf Yenok.

I heard.

I heard. I heard.

From today you'll call me Uncle Yenok, understood?

- Where's your crazy father? - Hold your tongue.

Sanam, fill me a plate of soup.

And bring the wine.

I came to your house as a friend.

To save you from trouble.

Thanks for your friendship, but what trouble do you mean?

We got rid of the Turks, now we live in the Soviet land.

I pray for the health of comrade Stalin and his constitution.

Cunning witch.

And I'm not a child.

You'll be saved if you send your father to a lunatic asylum.

Think what you're saying, Yenok.

Try to tell that to your father.

He brings you misfortune, see?

Be quiet, son.

Listen, Yenok.

I am.

We don't need your friendship.

If there's anything human in you, stand and go away.

All right.

I go.

God be witness, I came to you as a friend...

...now I'm leaving as your enemy.

A man must have brains. Can it be helped if he hasn't any?

Each man must live by his mind, then his people would be wiser.

- My words came from my heart. - Now is the time of the mind.

Hide your heart in a jug and bury it deep in the ground.

Don't play with frogs, you'll get warts.

Our people must get wise to muster their strength.

Strength is needed to make them masters of their own land.

No one will give our land back, neither Stalin, nor the Turks.

Bless the waters that run down from the Bingel river.

Washing the mountains and gorges.

Kissing our native soil they seek to mitigate our anguish.

Mushegh, tell me, does this flower too live by its mind?

Why have you pined away this year my dear?

Have patience, heaven will take pity and bring rain.

It's like reading the Gospel to a wolf!

The snow came at night again.

What are you staring at, Arakel?

To blind you, so you would see none of this!

Why spoil your eyes?

May your tongue shrivel up, Mushegh!

God help us.

What's the matter. Have a bad dream?

I saw our lands,

all the fields were barren.

I got so angry!

A sinister dream.

You'll die with "our land" in your mouth.

- What's the matter? - I can't get to the end of my dream.

Dear God.

Arakel, what's eating you?

Sanam, my heart pains me.

Go out into the field,

and breath some air.

Give your soul some peace.

Do you want me to come with you?

What do they say about setting my family free?

They will not be set free.

Until you confess who send you to Turkey.

Why should someone send me to Turkey?

I don't understand these people.

One, two, three...

- Speak up. - What shall I say, son?

My soul was aflame, every night I saw my native land.

May I fall dead if I lie.

I'm wearied with longing.

I never even thought of abandoning my home

and going over.

The land...

...is ours but it is in the claws of a beast.

Write down everything.

Our villages were razed. The temples destroyed.

The roads were overgrown with moss and thistle.

Bones of unburied Armenians scattered under the sun.

I have nothing to do there...

Then why did you go?

The moon was out.

Mount Ararat was shining before my eyes.

The mountains came nearer and nearer.

One could hear the bubbling of the Araz river and the song of the cicadas.

I sat down on the hillock and kept gazing into the water.

God knows how long I sat like that.

The moon looked down upon me and smiled. Suddenly...

You won't believe me, I know you are non-believers.

Yet, witnesses - the sky and the earth, bread and wine, all living.

The day that was and the day that is, the blood of my

forebear and a birth of a child, all can testify:

There came from above a voice:

"Get up and go to your land."

I began to shake and my heart skipped a beat.

And the voice talked again:

"Don't be afraid, Arakel, go."

"Where the rivers join there is a shallow spot. There you can cross."

"Don't tarry. The night is short and the road is long."

A plague on you!

Bossing around in our land.

Making fun of us, the holy interpreter of the dreams.

Stop playing the fool!

I'm old enough to be your father and you call me a fool!

Because you're lying!

No good treatment for you!

Time is dear. Speak up, tell us the truth.

Speak up, or else...

Sit down!

And no tricks!

Tell everything before I take your skin off, you bastard!

Why do they switch on the lights?

- Will you talk? - I've told you so many times...

I went to my land and kissed my dear gravestones.

Washed my eyes with the waters of the Muraz river.

Looked at the ruins of my house and cried.

I relieved my pain and came back.

Now kill me, or bury me alive, I don't care.

Do you want to skin me?

It's riddled with Turkish bullets, no use for it.

I will tell you nothing more!

So you refuse to give evidence?

Bandit, counter revolutionary dog!

I refuse.

Attaboy, what else can you do?

Shut up!

When asked, "Can you do anything worthwhile?", the ass farted.

Shut up!

- Are you an Armenian or a Turk? - Shut up!

- Will you hit me? - Silence!

You don't have the strength.

I'll squash you in my fist like a filthy fledgeling!

To the wall!

The hand! The leg!

Speak up. British spy!

Speak up!

The foot!

Three against one.

Stand up!

Will you talk?

Miserable pups!

I'll make you talk, you... I'll teach you how to act!

You'll be sorry!

- Stand up! - Talk or I'll tear out your tongue!

Get the instruments ready.

Where are you, Arakel?

What are you doing here? Go home, all of you.

My house is ruined, the hearth is cold.

Don't you have anything to do?

Let me die for your tortured soul, Arakel!

- Maybe he went to his daughter. - Vanished into thin air. Maybe drowned?

What was your stumbling block?

Our Lord punished us with his wrath.

How can I go on living without you, Arakel?

The roof has come down on my poor head.

What happened to you, Arakel?

That night I said to him: "Arakel, go out into the field."

Oh, that I may lose my tongue!

I said: "Go take a walk. Have a breath of fresh air."

"Want me to come with you?"

"No.", he replied.

Why did I listen to him? Better that both of us had died.

He wasn't back at midnight. Where did he go? He was gone.

Arakel is gone!

My house is abandoned, Mushegh.

The light has gone out in the hearth of our family.

Stop wailing. Who knows where the man could have gone.

Maybe he's sleeping somewhere in the brush.

Nowhere. Not in Shamrut either.

Go to the sand quarry.

Enough of this.

Burying a live man!

Aram! Tigran's coming.

We went with the guards to Bagaran. Not a trace of him.

What did he said?

I found his beads!

I found!

Halt!

- Where did you find them? - On the bank of the Araz river.

He made believe that he drowned.

He crossed the border.

- Where did you find them? - On the bank.

Dwarf says that grandpa drowned.

May your tongue come off...

Water, water.

Your father betrayed the Soviet State.

Why you say that?

The why he crossed the border?

You, a Party member, kept an enemy in your house.

Your father was an enemy of Soviet State.

How can you head the village council?

How can he be trusted with a post like that?

People! Can we have a leader without a conscience!

My father is not an enemy.

He's just a poor peasant.

Yes, he's a poor illiterate man.

He did not cross the border.

The Araz river took him there!

Why did he thrown himself into the Araz?

You have one way out... To renounce your father.

It's not easy to renounce his own father.

Will he do it?

- Good lad. - Who will be in his place now?

Of course that dwarf Yenok.

Look, he got his way.

Dwarf needs a high chair.

Hold on!

What shall I say...

Watch it.

Congratulations.

Thanks for your support.

So, Monday morning, in the Party committee?

Whose cap is this?

Stop fighting, you bastards.

Will there be order here or not?

Everyone's gotten out of hand!

Khoren, start.

[Stalin's speech.]

Quiet!

Quiet everyone!

Applause!

Applause everyone!

Say something.

Say something.

What... They want me to renounce my father.

How can one renounce his own father?

Then do it, do it, son.

Isn't this your father? You can't have two fathers.

Follow us, both of you. No noise!

Be quick. We have no time.

Let us suppose that autonomies have become union republics

can they raise the question of leaving the USSR

from the point of logic?

Only that republic that has the objective possibility of

logically raising the question of leaving the Union

can become a union republic.

They cannot do that because from all sides

they are surrounded by the territory of the USSR.

So they have nowhere to leave.

Damn you all...

May God help me to get to Mushegh's cave.

Where have they gone to, the damned Turks!

Look, there's one of them! Surround him!

Who are you?

What are you doing here?

I'm going to my village.

What village you are from?

Ditak, I mean... Dutakh.

- Where from? - From Dutakh.

From Ditak?

You won't even find a dog in Dutakh resembling you!

Shoot him! Throw his body to wild animals!

Bring him over!

Even a snake can't sneak in through here.

How much did the Turks pay you?

For your information?

Who are you and where from?

Why did you call Dutakh: Ditak?

Armenians call it like that.

I'm an Armenian! From Armenia...

I came to bow my head to my native land.

Check and see if he's been circumcised.

Come here.

Go to the Sheikh.

Uncle.

Uncle.

Come here.

Come here!

Uncle, do you know this man?

Take a good look, perhaps you know him.

It's me, Marif. Your eyes do not deceive you.

Arakel, you?

What miracle brought you to our parts?

You ran away and crossed the Araz river.

I saw it with my own eyes.

Son, this is Arakel from Dutakh.

Don't be afraid you are among friends.

The girl says that Turkish soldiers have been seen.

I... them...

This time is you who are at war with them!?

Our war is longstanding. Come, let us talk.

You said you saw us cross the Araz river.

How we went into the gorge. You fired at us!

How can I accept your hospitality?

I didn't shoot. Our people did.

I ate bread and salt at your home.

Arakel, I don't ask you to forget the past...

Man without a past would be like an animal.

It's been a while since then.

Many of us regret their former attitudes.

There isn't a Kurd who's not fighting the Turks.

If we had united back then, we and you wouldn't lived to see this day.

Believe me, Arakel.

Eat, Arakel, eat.

Go, my dear, go.

Marif, is this mute girl an Armenian?

You have a sharp eye, Arakel.

She was six when I found her in the mountains.

I brought her to my wife and said: "Bring her up!

She is a Godsent gift".

My hands were all bitten by the time I got her home.

She got used to my wife with time, became a Kurdish girl.

Then I began to notice that she would disappear sometimes.

Take some food and go away. I decided to track her down.

From that day I felt a deep respect for your people.

What faith you have! Do you know where she took the food?

To a priest from your village, he had failed to run away.

He saved what he could from the church, and lived in a cave.

I don't know where he found the mute girl.

She's been seeing him for 10 years now. Only that I know.

I went many times to look at the hermit.

He prays night and day, and writes.

Who knows what he writes...

Must be what he has been through.

Perhaps your people's history.

Eat, Arakel, eat.

I'm in anguish! I want to go to Ditak.

To take a look at our village, my house.

We'll take you there, Arakel. You just eat!

Here is your Dutakh. Go and find relief for your anguish.

We shall wait for you here.

I understand your feelings.

One's native land.

Anguish for one's homeland can bring one right to one's enemies.

Go, my girl, go.

Mother.

Father.

Here I was wedded to Sanam!

Where does this nettle come from? Drat it!

It smells like a corpse here!

Forgive me, Mushegh.

On with you!

After you!

Eloyan, what do you think of us?

Well, what do you think of us?

Do I have a right to think, Chief?

I'm an uneducated man.

I was always beaten, and will be.

You cannot understand what I did.

As for beating... It's inhuman!

I called you to ask your forgiveness.

God will forgive.

You will never see investigator Sarkisov again.

You will tell everything to the new investigator.

They say you met there with some Englishmen.

And promised to work for them.

Let them talk, it's their right. God is there, and you are here!

I understand and even believe you but that isn't enough.

I have to prove that you're innocent.

No one can help me except you yourself.

When a man feels no pain he is dead.

I don't feel pain. That means I have died.

I smell like a corpse.

How can I live next to you?

Hello.

Comrade Melnikov! It's for you, from the headquarters.

Everyone's free.

Yes! What's that?

I can hardly hear you!

Yes, of course.

Yes.

What lamb?

But...

Yes.

I see.

Yes, sir!

Exactly!

I don't understand...

I don't understand a thing!

And I don't understand that Arakel too.

But to consider him a British spy...

By the way, where did you learn to speak English?

In an American orphanage, why?

All what is left is the English language and an Armenian prayer.

That we used to say at dinner...

Our gracious Lord, thank you for giving us our daily bread.

So we shall not got hungry!

[Repeats the prayer in Russian]

No, it's just plain nonsense.

That Sarkisov of yours is a real bastard!

He decided to "take the bull by the horns"...

Comrade Shavarshyan,

Why did you take Eloyan's case from me?

So what if I hit that diversionist in the jaw.

In Astrakhan, in 1918, I came upon same type, Tatar...

who liked to tell fairy tales too...

We already heard this story.

Why don't you clean your teeth once in a while?

Very well!

I'll report my own version on the subject.

Do as you like.

You made the report 15 days ago...

And I'll do it again.

Don't hurry, Arakel. If you stayed I wouldn't tell you this.

But you're leaving and I will not conceal this from you.

Your government asked Turkey to hand you over.

I want you to know this!

Now if you wish you can stay with us.

No one will touch a hair of your head

as long as we're alive...

If no.

Well then, go back to your children.

But remember, what I said is true.

What can I say, how can I explain my pain...

Forgive me, girl, that I cannot help you.

Come out!

Uncle Arakel, we are alone here.

Tell me, why did you go to Turkey?

Why?

I missed my homeland.

- Does one leave because of that? - Yes.

Why don't others do the same, and you alone went there?

I have a weak heart, theirs must be stronger.

Then why did you come back?

My people are here, my family is here.

And now Armenia is here too.

Where will you send me, son? To Siberia?

You will show me the place where you crossed the border.

Of course, son.

If your Armenia is here, what did you want over there?

Ask my heart.

Should man live by his mind or his heart?

I'm an ignorant man, my heart doesn't understand words.

If it feels anguish it looses its mind, and then

it ignores all borders and laws.

Yes, the waters of the Araz are no longer clear.

Hail must have come down on our land.

That day the water was crystal clear.

This is where I crossed.

Forgive me, my good man but where is your homeland?

Anguish like fire, like thirst!

- Arakel, you must forget the anguish. - No, it can never be forgotten.

Here we must build a new life, our socialism.

Is this worth recalling the past lamenting the old land?

What can I say?

Do you think that I don't want Armenians and Turks

to make peace, to work and rest together?

That Turks wouldn't kill Armenians,

Armenians wouldn't seek revenge.

There wouldn't be hatred anymore, only love.

And in our abandoned lands as Lake Van, Mush and

Alashkert valleys, there we would build socialism.

And peace would reign over the world.

Are these lands not good for socialism?

Don't move, you bastard!

We got you!

Don't move!

Take him!

Well, Comrade Shavarshyan.

Here's the order for your arrest!

Wait! Hand over your arm!

Take it.

- Begin! - Affirmative!

- Let's go! - Affirmative!

What are you standing here for?

Well, some more fairy tales, you bastard?

You crossed the border on his orders, didn't you?

You were afraid of exposure, so you both decided to run off, scum!

- Did he confess? - No.

Go on.

Get going! Get going!

Being stubborn, are you?

Doesn't sign. Pretending to be illiterate.

May the milk of your mother be damned!

He dares to raise his voice!

Who are you beating up?

- Well? - Says that he is illiterate.

Can't write six letters?

I'll teach him. Stretch him out!

I want to save your lousy head, and you spit in my face!

The record!

Will you sign or not? I'm asking you, bastard?!

No!

No!

Go on!

Will you sign or not?

Will you?

Recall the letters? Now will you sign?

Enough!

What are you doing, have you no shame?!

- The old man's got strong bones. - He's blacked out.

Bring him to.

Bring some water.

Make sure he doesn't croak. He must sign the record!

I'm in my office!

- What a headache! - Why?

I was drinking all night with that Russian.

- Melnikov? - Yes!

Why didn't you bring me along?

We were told that you were busy fixing up Shavarshyan.

Give me a light!

Smoking the "Kazbek" brand, are you?

It's my turn today to booze him up. Will you come?

How is this?

And now?

Give me the paper!

Give!

Well, old man, will you sign, or not?

I'm speaking to you!

I'm all wet, it's the sweat...

Aren't you sorry for yourself?

Earning bread by a trade like this!

I'm sorry for your chief.

He probably has children...

Shut up!

Are you going to sign or not?

No.

No!

Where's your conscience?

Do you want another session?

Bring the pen and ink.

Let him blame himself.

Go on!

Where's your shame!

What are you doing! Why?

Even a dog would croak. How does he take it?!

Will you sign or not?

Listen old man!

I want to save you.

You said yourself, sons, grandchildren...

You'll croak and nobody will know where you lie.

Sign! Sign, I say!

Will you sign or not?!

Fine!

Bring it!

Hurry!

Pick him up! Hold his back.

Arakel.

At last, for God's sake.

On the decision of the Extraordinary Commission.

Former member of the People's Commissariat of Internal Affairs.

Artashes Shavarshyan...

enemy of the people,

an agent of the British Intelligence Service...

is sentenced to death,

by a firing squad.

Fire!

Move a bit,

will you?

What can you see, brother?

Forest, trees, all the same,

and not a living soul.

Where are we going?

How should I know.

Perhaps you are right.

Translated by Maria Danilyants Edited by Tatiana Guvernyuk, 1991

Transcription from VHS, Translation, Edit by sjostrom27 & applesouce, 2019 @ KG

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