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Dovzhenko Film Studios

Dovzhenko Film Studios
Creative Unit ''Zemlja''

Trans-carpathian
commercial bank
''LlSBANK''

This film is dedicated

to the sacred memory
of the innocent dead

Halyna Sulyma
Georgi Moroziuk

in an
Oles Yanchuk film

FAMlNE-33

Based on Vasyl Barka's
'The Yellow Prince''

Christ Himself
is Divine Love.

His followers, those who
belong to our Church,

even if we spend our
days and nights here...

Look into your hearts!
We live without fear of God.

All we know is

if our own sins are forgiven,
because each has sinned.

Forget who is to blame.
Clean your souls of malice.

Turn your eyes to Him,

our souls are in the
hands of Christ.

We pray the Lord

will not abandon or
condemn us.

We pray for salvation

through Christ, our Lord.

What kind of meeting
is this, eh?

Save the icons!

Let's get started.

Stand aside!

Back! Let go!

Get the valuables
and detain everybody!

Don't touch the
people's property!

Where are you going?

Arrest the priest!

Hurry up to the
bell tower!

Screenplay by Serhiy Diachenko
Les Taniuk

Directed by Oles Yanchuk

Directors of Photogrephy
V. Borodin, M. Kretov

Art Director
Valerij Bozhenko

Music by

Mykola Kalandjonak
Victor Pacukevich

Historical Consultant
Dr. James Mace

Production Execultive
Oleksij Chernishov

Grain! Grain!

Get back or l'll shoot!

Lying there forthree days,
and no one takes it away.

Collective Farm
'The Dawn of Socialism''

Yesterday l saw
a bird drop dead.

We're on a death march.

lt only seems that their
flags are red. They're black.

You're talking strangely.
We're doomed.

ls it possible to survive
among devils?

Hush!

Don't mind me. But there's
something evil in those flags.

This train comes in,
surrounded by guards.

The local officials are in a
burning hurry to the station.

The big chiefs are comming
in from Moscow.

Two got off.

One is all puffed up,
with a little moustache.

They say it's Molotov.

Next to him is Kaganovych.

Sharp, with a moustache like
the jack of spades.

and shouts so the whole
station can hear.

The puffed up one takes
grain from his pocket.

He throws it in the mugs
of the local party guys.

lt scatters everywhere.

'we'll shoot them all!''

'We'll execute anyone who
delivers spoiled grain!''

- Keep your voice down.
- All right.

People said

those two on the train
had planty of everything.

Food, drink, sausage.
Six kinds of sausage!

How did people know about
all of this? So strange...

Fish, canned meat, fatback
to go along with the vodka.

Anything you want!

Chicken. Butter. Oranges.
Grapes.

Mama, l want some oranges.

Child, where would we
get such things?

ln the cupboard they had
wine, liqueur, vodka.

Any liqueur you could want.
Even absinthe.

Why would they drink
absinthe?

That's what people say. Why
not? They drink on the road.

There's plenty in the
Kremlin, too.

And Stalin? He's turned
into a glutton.

Poor man.

They say he gulps down his
food. He's sulking.

Sulking? The sullen are
destroying everything.

Don't talk in front
of the children it will get around.

Don't fear, daughter! lt
won't get any worse.

We're already at the door

leading from this world
to the next.

Let's break it in!

Open the door or else!

What are you looking at?
Show us yourfood!

- lt's been taken away.
- Taken away?

lnstead of giving your
surplus to the State

you say it's been
taken away?

We'll show you what
taking away means!

Exploiters!

- We're just poorfarmers!
- Plenty of everything!

Not you'll see it
taken away!

Are you going to give us
food or not?

Seems there's nothing
forthe State.

Hryhorij, Petro, Jasko, search
the farm. We'll go in here.

Good people! Help!
What are you doing?

Does this belong to you?

Oh, dear God! What are
you doing!

Don't touch that!
give us ourfood!

Stop howling!

Give back ourfood!
A curse on you!

- That's all. Let's go.
- On to the Sirenkos next?

- Everything's gone!
- lt's all right. Stand up.

You son of a bitch!

Watch your step!

Myron, l thought for a
long time.

l must go to the
Katrannyks for help.

Katrusia, help me.

We must hide this.

We grabbed it in the church
and buried it behind the house.

But now it's ourturn to be
searched.

Those unbelievers will
find it and take it away.

lt must be saved.

lt shines like a heavenly
star!

Don't tell anyone about
the chalice.

They'll arrest everyone
and destroy our home.

l won't talk.

All right, then. lt's been
saved from their claws.

What are you looking at?
Get away!

All of you hanging around
here! Beggars!

Office of Collective Farm
'The Dawn of Socialism''

Help! Help!

He's been killed!

Shot himself!

Top Secret.

Confirmation of orders
to deliver

90%% of the harvest to
the State.

Also the seed grain stocks.

This directive is a death
sentence forthe farmers.

l can't...

Well, what a testament!

Anotherwould have
strangled the village.

Let's do this. You go
to the next room.

Sit there as if you
haven't seen any papers.

l'll call the authorities.

- Should l clean up or not?
- Wait here.

You, stand by the door.

- You're sure nobody went in here?
- No one.

Hello. Number 9.

There were two here. The
clerk and Myron.

Katrannyk.

What? No one touched the
paper.

Yes, all right.

Not a word to anyone!

lf this gets out, it
will be yourfault!

Katrannyk, can you tell me
where Katria and Fedora are?

Why don't you speak up?
Lost your memory?

Well, sit up until morning.
Maybe you'll remember.

Take him to the cellar.

You, get out! Go!

Mother!

Mother!

Our mother's gone.

Who will cook for you?

l don't know what
will become of us.

Take care of Olenka
Guard the house, or

they will come and tear it
down. Where will we be then?

Say goodbye to yourfather.

lt's him.

- Who?
- Katrannyk.

What's your name?

What do they call him?

Katrannyk, Myron.
A criminal flunky.

He hid church valuables
which belong to the State.

- Any witnesses?
- Of course.

A Komsomol girl
overheard Kateryna,

the one who ran away from the
village, talk about Katrannyk.

And a brigade leader saw
Kateryna take the chalice.

He stashed it away.
Two girls gave it to him.

Where's the chalice?

Listen, you hero.
Where's the chalice?

Why has he shut up, eh?

Maybe he wants to go below?

Do you want that?

Maybe we should take him
downstairs,

warm him up and
loosen his tongue.

Let's try it.

Attention!

You respect Soviet law?

Can you take
him yourself?

Shapka, give me a hand.

Well, what? Katrannyk!

Where's the chalice?

Where is it?

Don't know where it is, eh?
Do you want us to kill you?

What a bitch! He won't
talk. Hero!

Where's the chalice?

l'm asking you,
where's the chalice?

Shapka, let him down.

ls he dead?

No, he's alive.

Take it all, just tell
me where the chalice is.

Look, Katrannyk!

Tell me where
the chalice is.

- Flour!-

Mama, What's a TORGSlN?

TORGSlN, that's where you
trade with foreigners.

Foreigners? What kind?

Different kinds.
Frenchmen, Americans...

Where are they?

This is the best
we have. From Japan.

How much is it?

$ 450 USA.

Not at all expensive. lt will look
lovely around the lady's neck.

ls it silver?

lt's pearl, and here it's
silver. See the small clasp.

- Do you like it?
- Yes.

- And you?
- Yes!

- Shall we take it?
- Yes!

Thank you.

- What shall we buy?
- Bread!

We'll buy flour and
bake some bread.

Do you know this woman,
Andrijko?

- l don't know her, father.
- l don't either.

We could return her basket.

But we don't know her...

Someone else will come by
and take this grain.

This granny won't get up again.
Hertroubles are over.

But the living are waiting
forthis handful ofkernels.

lt could save them.

Father, can sparrows
be eaten?

Why not? They eat grain,
like gophers or horses.

Nothing bad in them.

And how can
they be caught?

Well, with a screen, a net or
a trap made ofhorsehair.

- l can catch some.
- We'll give it a try.

But l don't see many birds
around ourfarm any more.

Run home and take this to your
mother. l'll go to the Kovals.

Maybe they can give us some
millet meal, a least.

There isn't any flour.

When you drink it with some
broth, you don't feel sick.

Well then, see?

- And how are you, Andrijko?
- l feel warmer.

Well, that's good.

And Mykolka? We forgot about
Mykolka. Run and wake him.

No need to. He's lying there,
like Grandmother.

The broth will do you good.
lt's a tasty broth.

Will l die soon?

l want to drink some
hot water.

- Don't turn on the light!
- Who's there?

Don't be afaid. Semeniuta,
Old hontar's son-in-law.

The Hontars? But they're
in Siberia.

Please, help me.

l'm afraid to tell you
what happened.

We have to dig a grave.
Quick. So no one will see.

Shut the door.

Old Hontar is laid out.
The women are weeping.

Everyone knew that his sons
were shipped off.

Now he's all alone.
None ofhis sons are left.

His son-in-law says:
''Don't tell anyone,

because they'll take
you and us away.''

The old one came back one night,
wounded and frostbitten.

He had walked more
than 130 miles,

hiding in the night like
a hunted beast,

for a whole week.
He was a strong man.

When he came at last, there
was nothing left ofhim

except bones. He stepped
overthe threshold and fell.

Later, when they put the
wretch to bed,

they noticed a wound on
his chest.

Then he came to, he told
them all.

He and his sons were
in the city prison.

Many people were
being shot there.

The old one looked up at
his executioners

as they raised their rifles.
There was a sudden flash.

He leaped with shock.

Everything went dark.

He woke up in a cold hole.

Then he remembered
his sons.

He bent down to the
ground and listened.

Anyone moaning?
Anyone breathing?

Kill me! Please kill me!

He slaughtered the child!

Wherever you look -
death all around you.

The grain's melting into the
snow, and they won't give it.

They'll kick you in the teeth.
Will the neighbors help us?

They'll help, they'll help.

Maybe we should go to Moscow,
stand in line with the kids?

They'll give you some, you just
wait. As they say, first

sharpen your axe, then go
and ask for something.

- But maybe they...
- They know all right.

Get the machine gun.

Put some flour in here.
Forthe kiddies.

lt's a dirty job, comrades.

We have too many dead here.

Never mind, we have many
more people.

Save yourselves,
the goons are coming!

The man's hung himself.
Something should be done.

Listen, what do you want?

This happens every day.

And every night,
someone steals children.

Do you know why?

There's this slaughterhouse.

Where? No one knows.

Don't know myself whether
l'll ''meet the train''tomorrow.

Don't move a step away
from me, you hear?

- Mama!-

- Mama!-

Eugenia, have you seen
my Olenka?

l haven't seen her.
l don't know...

Well, have you brought
the chalice?

Why don't you talk? Can't you
hear me? Are you deaf?

Get up here.

Give me back Olenka.

Listen, let's talk.

l'll return Olenka and Myron,
and you'll bring the chalice.

The chalince they took
from the church.

You know where it is.

Tell me, then l'll release
Myron and Olenka.

Are you hungry?

Shapka! Bring me
some bread.

Here, take it. Feed
the little ones.

You'll bring me the chalice?

l'll bring it.

Well. we've agreed then.

That's it. Everything
will be fine. Go.

Follow her.

FULFlLL THE
PARTY'S PLANS!

- Mama!-

lt's me, Andrijko!

Mykola! Where is
my mother?

She's gone, son. You don't
have a mother any more.

Here, son, have some bread.

- Mama!-

- Who are you?
- l'm lost.

Run! Orthey'll catch
and cook you!

- And you?
- Me too, if they find me.

lt will be a thin broth,
just these dry old bones.

Old man, did a plague
take everyone away?

No, son, not a plague,
but the State.

Get away from here.

There was a bumper crop
in 1933.

But no one was left
to harvest it...

Children, this is
the final hour.

Have you heard that the
Antichrist is coming?

Now many Antichrists
have appeared.

They came out of us, but
they didn't belong with us!