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LENFILM

FIRST ARTISTIC UNION 1976

Everything is burning...

Tell me, Major,

What were you
thinking about,

back then, before the landing?

I don't remember.

I bet you were afraid.

Nobody wants to die.

Not even that dog Hitler.

But what can you do?

Either you get them
or he gets you.

Who the hell knows,

Lopatin was thinking afterwards.

Why do I remember this incident
and not another?

Even though after that landing
I lived through Don and Stalingrad,

I was wounded twice...

But what comes to my mind
is that fog

spread over the winter sea,

that morning before our
return trip to mainland,

that soldier with his comment
about Hitler,

Pasha Rubtsov in his cap
looking like a German POW.

Why does all this come back
to me now?

Maybe because a year has passed
and I am still alive,

but he isn't?

Because I am now taking his things
to his wife in Tashkent,

and not the other
way around?

Why?

Hey, Lopatin, what if the war
lasts another year,

soldiers may get leaves...

I'm thinking more about
the next day, Pasha...

I have to type up an article
about the landing.

East! East!

...your bag's burned through...

... it fell in the fire and
got burnt up...

Starshina! Starshina!

The kid didn't make it.

Hurry up!

Medic! Starshina!

Pardon me, Major.

Such a small shell fragment!

- Help you with the boot?
- No need.

TWENTY DAYS WITHOUT WAR

written by
KONSTANIN SIMONOV

directed by
ALEKSEI GERMAN

starring

Lopatin - YURII NIKULIN
Nina Nikolaevna - LIUDMILA GURCHENKO

I take mine this way,
he's there,

I go this way,
he goes that way,

I try here,
he's there again,

I go low, he goes through
and turns back.

I go even lower,
he turns again,

I'm like that,

he goes past and
makes a turn...

I'm like this,
he's like that,

I see a clearing
and go for it,

he goes too low and BAM!
right into the pine trees.

Familiar places?

No, I'm looking at the lights.

Haven't seen them in a while.

I spent a week in a village.

Not much light there,
all kerosene.

All the time I kept looking
at the lights in the windows.

It really gets you.

Were you there for our advance
at Stalingrad?

I was for a bit.

Why now to Tashkent?

Duty or leave?

Duty and leave.

Twenty days for it all.

You're trash, always were!

You are like that yourself
and you think it of other people!

Why can't you understand anything!

What people...

Hocus-pocus!

Where are you going?
This way!

You like jokes, Major?

When they're funny.

No more tea...
you're on your own.

In the summer
I get a letter from her,

Forgive me, Yura,
I have done wrong.

I send a telegram:
what sort of wrong?

I feel something is bad.

Turns out, the school teacher
came back, had lost three fingers.

She was renting a room from his mother,
and, you know...

That he had three fingers missing
didn't get in the way.

I run to the pay office,
sign a petition,

to annul the marriage certificate,

I can't sleep, can't eat,

I'm just imagining them,
you know...

making love...
amongst themselves.

I start throwing
myself under bullet fire.

But it doesn't work,
like I'm cursed.

I started going savage,
four months like that.

It just keeps gnawing at my heart,

I want to tear it up
and toss it away.

After four months
the commissar calls me up,

says, you're going to receive
the new planes,

a week of official leave,
you can go see your wife.

I say, no more wife.

He says, Yeah, I read
your stupid petition,

the certificate's annulled,
she's got it...

I'm thinking, let them
choke on that certificate...

OK, I say, I'm going.

I get to the district
council there,

an officer meets me,
says how do you do...

...nothing but dust,
no coal at all...

Says, I got a telegram from
your superior

it's 22km to your place,

why don't you spend
the night with us?

A nice lad. Come spend
the night, says,

I'll get you a horse in the morning,
you'll be on your way.

We get there, his wife
sets the table,

we sit down, drinking,
not talking.

Then he says, I know
your whole story...

I say, that's fine...

I didn't get what he was talking about.
I'm like a deaf-mute.

He's a good drinker, me too.
So, we're drinking...

He says, I have a favor
to ask you.

But you give me your word
that you'll do it.

I say, sure,
not really following him...

He says, you do what you have to,
but I don't want to see no dead bodies.

And he knocks on the table.

Well, what can I do?

At night I'm sleeping, thinking,

he didn't knock for nothing...

I can't run away.

So, I get to the village.

My son runs out to meet me.

Where's your sister,
I tell him.

In the hospital, he says,
she's sick.

He says, is your gun
loaded, dad?

I say, hold up there boy.

Where's mama?

At work, he says,
she'll be back late.

I come in... She was working
at a lumber mill...

You understand, that big man
is doing 2+3 with kids,

while a woman is
moving lumber.

Anyways...

I go into the teacher's house
and sit down at the table.

His mother, she's this
tiny woman, you see...

Just a minute, just a minute,
and runs off screaming.

Help! Help! There's a murderer
with a gun at my house.

My son was friends with his,
he runs over and says,

My daddy's back, he's got a big
gun, he'll kill your daddy.

The teacher locks up the school
and runs off to the city council.

To hide from me. What a hero!

I'm still sitting. People start
milling about the house,

looking into the windows
here and there,

I was really mad then.
Lord save us!

I was scared of myself.

Late in the evening, it was
long after sunset,

she comes back.

She comes in. Says, hello.

Chirp, chirp,
the cricket's chirping,

and it's just
crushing my head,

I don't say a word.

She says, don't you
recognize me?

I'm like paralyzed,
can't open my mouth.

Just can't get
my jaw to open.

She sits down, we had some food,
put the son to bed,

all in silence.

Finally, she couldn't
take it anymore.

She says, Yura, since you
sent me that letter,

I didn't have no relations
with him no more.

Ask anybody.
She's crying.

I love you, she says,

I still can't say anything.

The lamp was burning.

In the morning I went to see
my daughter at the hospital,

came back, she's still
crying, then she says,

Yura, sweetheart, forgive me,
for christ's sake, and crying.

That "sweetheart,"
it really got to me.

I grabbed the table.
Silence, I say!

I'm clutching the table
just to keep in check.

I started saying
all kinds of things.

Calling her a whore, cursing!

I'll kill you,
murder you!

I held back, though.

She fell silent,
and that was it.

And since then I had
no relations with her.

I clenched my teeth
at night, that's how.

Sure I looked at
other women,

but they belong to someone else.

I'm no saint
that I don't look.

But it's the truth, I didn't
touch her no more.

Sure, the last night...

I couldn't take it.

I went for it,

thought she'd push me away.

No, she just lay there,
real quiet like,

not making a sound.

She just says,
you forgive me, Yura?

I say, no, no I don't.

I got up early, didn't even
say goodbye to my son.

Left there, and that's it.

Major, Major, do you hear me?

Sure I do.

I have a favor to ask.

Just promise me you'll do it.

Just like to the officer in your story?

Can you please write a letter
to my wife?

So she feels what it's been like.

- In your name?
- Right, as if I wrote it.

I'll copy it into
my handwriting afterwards.

You don't even know yourself
how to live going forward.

No, I don't.

Sure, I should forgive her.

I believe that she did not live
with that clown no more.

People told me so.

But it's hard for me.

How can I write
your letter instead of you?

What if you don't like
what I say?

I will like it. I read your other works
and I liked them.

I have a notepad here
and a pencil.

I have my own.

No, please take mine.

It wasn't just for the children
that I came.

It was for her sake too.

So that she would feel what
she had done to me.

What's her name, anyway?

Valentina Stroganova.
Valya.

I won't bother you.
I'll just sit here.

...beneath great weeping willows

the poor rifleman
laid himself down...

About time...

You think, Major, that
I won't be able to control myself?

I'm not thinking anything.

We all do stupid things,
isn't that right, Major?

Right.

...bread-bearing fields will

sing him sinless dreams.

The sultry sun, not
the fiery candle,

beams down upon
his motionless face.

Right. I see a clearing
and go for it,

and that's the end of him.

BAM!
right into the pine trees.

Excuse me, please.

The lighter is Austrian,
but it works well.

Vasya!
Lopatin!

- Hello, Vassily!
- Hello!

- What you've got there - gold?
- Give that here.

Take the suitcase.

How is your mother?

Mother died a month ago.
Heart disease.

You'll be sleeping in her bed.

Must be the local climate
didn't suit her.

Long journey?

The devil knows.
About 7 days, I guess.

That's pretty fast.

Your wife came by today,
her new husband... was transferred here.

- As a theater director.
- I know.

Here's a letter for you.
And an address.

The address is separate.
Don't lose it.

Do as you like.

Petya!

Petya, Petya!

Mom!

Ma, I'm alive...

- I'm looking for Rubtsova.
- That's me.

- I'm Lopatin.
- Nice to meet you.

The boys got some things together
and sent them with me.

This is what was left
at the newspaper office.

Who's there?
What do you want?

A camera, etc. There's food
in the bag, cans, etc.

There's also money:
4,550 rubles.

Edy, stop it,
you hear me?

There's no place to sleep here.
We're packed like sardines.

This is a friend of Pasha.
He brought his belongings.

Any sugar?

What the devil do you want?
What do you need sugar for?

Calm your child.
Listen to me.

Why did you come?
What for?

What are you waiting for?

What did you come for?

Get out of here.
Please leave.

Why are you standing there?

What did you come for?

Please go.

And take the cans with you!

Lord, how will I live?

Will you leave or not?

Please calm the child.

She cries when her
mother cries.

- Which room?
- There down the hall.

Will you have some
tea with us?

Sure, thanks.

Forgive me...
forgive me...

Excuse me, how do I
get to Beshegach?

Sorry... Not this way,
turn right! Go straight!

So I should go back?
Thanks.

- Is this No. 13?
- It is.

- Hello.
- Who are you looking for?

- Ksenia Segeevna.
- Come in, I'll get her.

- Do glasses get in your way in battle?
- Sometimes.

- And what do you do?
- Take them off.

- Pardon. Get to bed.
- Mama...

Vadik, go to bed now.

- Well, hello.
- Hello.

I smudged you.

You lost weight.
Not looking so good.

- Probably the haircut.
- Right, that's it.

Don't worry, it's not mine.

I hate to say it, but I am
awfully happy with him.

It happens.

- Vedeneev.
- Lopatin.

Take off your coat.

- How was the journey?
- Good.

This way.

Listen: I'm not a plaintiff,
you're not defendants.

We'll sit, stand and drink vodka...
if you have any.

The locksmith won't come
for less than half a loaf.

The locksmith has children too.

So, I killed him.
You understand me?

As a soldier, you can...

I'm not a soldier,
to be precise.

My duties sometimes
take me into battle.

- But it's not the same thing.
- Nonsense.

You shot at Germans.
You killed them.

Sure, once or twice
at the beginning.

This year I fired
a machine gun... once.

I doubt I killed anyone.

I wasn't the only one shooting,
and they're far away.

I have bad eyesight.

My husband is a
chief military medic.

He says it's safe.
That's a lie, right?

Sometimes it is.

None for me.
It hardens me up.

Rather give me the rice,
it softens me up.

Lida here plays a sniper.
I'm the director.

We need to understand...
Not so much...

what it feels like
to kill a man.

Is it delight, satisfaction,
rapture?

Satisfaction? Sure.

Delight or rapture don't
go well with war, really.

But the poet said,
"The intoxication of battle..."

What do we make of that?

How should I know?
Nobody knows.

Same as with any poetry.

- To your health!
- Thank you.

I remember going to your
plays when I was a kid.

- You mean Macbeth?
- Not just Macbeth.

One moment. What about
the will to die?

The will to die is
good for suicide.

In war you need
the will to act

under the peril of death.

But the will to live remains.
Always.

- Do you want a splash
of hot tea? - Sure.

- Lida, some tea?
- I don't want tea.

So, what are
the right words?

- You know all the wrong ones.
- Lida!

I want to understand.
What words?

I see you don't like prose.
So hear this:

It is hard for me to reach you,
but death is only 4 steps away.

Those are the right words.
As I see it.

Don't be angry.
Your eyes look angry.

She's foolish,
and I'm old.

I know very well how people
suffer and die.

How they learn of
others' deaths.

But I don't know
how they kill.

I have to know, you see?

First we invite him over,
then we make him work.

Some of our kids
followed a unit,

now they're enlightening
everyone.

And Zinaida with her
usual tactfulness...

Nonsense, I listen to them because
it is the sound of war.

Go on, Vadik...
That�s ours room.

I'm so glad your writings
are being made into movies.

Me too. Do you
need anything?

Our daughter doesn�t write me at all.

It�s understandable,
children prefer writing to the front.

She will understand
in time.

- You have something to tell me?
- Yes.

Your telegram about
the divorce got delayed.

And in order to get
the apartment...

You signed it for me.

Yes, and there's nothing
wrong with that.

But Evgeni thinks you
should do it yourself.

He's right.
Give me the paper.

Here.

It's all there.

Here are the keys to
the Moscow room.

I don't need them.
What date should I write?

- If you mind...
- What date, Ksenia?

I don't care. The 11th.

Here.

Oh god...

It's your own...
your own fault!

It's all your fault!

- It's embarrassing.
- No it's not!

All you cared about
was your writing.

People laughed at you...
You hated my friends!

And I was getting old!

I've lost taste
for such scenes...

I'll get going.

I'm going too.

The gates are locked and you
won't find the back way.

Say good-bye for me, OK?

- I'll come by tomorrow.
- OK.

Goodbye.

- Mister, what time is it?
- 9:30.

Ksenia showed me
some photos of you,

but I didn't recognize you
on the train.

- Must have been the haircut...
- Why were you crying?

My father is dying. I was coming
from the hospital.

He is wounded and paralyzed.

He's in one piece,
but... it's hopeless.

I saw you standing there
with all your patches

and thought, why did he
survive and my father...

Why is this man
perfectly fine?

Happy, decorated, probably
coming home to his family.

Turns out it's you and there's
nothing waiting for you.

Pardon, what did you say?

I said, you're not
totally happy either.

Why, things are
perfectly fine for me.

Fine...

I think many women here
may think so, looking at you.

That's my tram.

He's sending the certificate
to you, so she can�t do anything...

I pictured you with dark hair
and a mustache.

This is our set
of the basement.

Were the women
at Stalingrad post beautiful?

- Meet our consultant.
- Pleasure to meet you.

I think they were beautiful.

That basement was
more like a boiler room.

With pipes.

And not so many lamps.

And no cots.

We ate and slept on boxes.

- I see.
- Otherwise it looks similar.

Bring boxes.
Get rid of the cots.

No, no, I won't part
with my boxes.

I am responsible for them.

Move the stuff into the barrel.
Please take care of this.

I think I'll go.

I shouldn't have asked you
to work on New Year's Eve.

Hello.

Hello.

I've been waiting for you.

Me? At your service.

Let me walk you back.

Sure. What for?

See, I'm working here
as a costume seamstress...

I see...

Can I carry your bag?

It's not heavy,
just a dress... and a half.

Why half?

It's not finished.

Did I say something
wrong the other night?

This is the old part of town.

They thought of paving it
before the war...

But the sewage system
will happen anyway.

- Is your son five?
- Six, is he small?

Want to know about the husband?
He ran off before the war.

This belt is all that's left of him.

My father left my mom too,
it's probably hereditary.

- Don't be sad, the best is yet to come.
- I'm not sad, just curious.

For you, is the best also
still to come?

Doubt it. My daughter is already
of marriageable age.

- So what?
- Nothing.

Bastard.

What's that you have?

Better now.

Can I ask you to
wait around for a bit?

- I just have to drop this off.
- No problem.

Hold this...
So you won't run off.

I'll be right back.

You're a slob, not a soldier,
and I'll teach you a lesson.

Fix it.

Get that truck
out of the way.

Ho, ho, ho, I come
from far off lands...

- They didn't take it?
- On the contrary, I got a bonus!

Now we're rich and
almost free. Cold?

No, we're in the
south here.

- Bread!
- Why almost?

I still have to drop off
some money.

I borrowed for my trip.
It's close by.

- Feet cold?
- I have two pairs of socks.

Don't you wear foot wraps?

I figured you would not know
how to wrap them.

- Vassily Nikolaevich, may I take your arm?
- Of course. Sure.

Does fear make you
want to smoke more?

The two are not related.

I smoke when I want to...
and have something to smoke.

And I fear when
there is something to fear.

When was the scariest time?

The scariest... at the
start of the war...

Then at Kerch...
Stalingrad too.

Hard to explain.

You feel it in the back
of your neck.

Do people go to the theater?

Sure. Big lines for it too.

You can imagine
domestic life here.

Theater is after all bright lights,
as if there were no war.

Why in the back
of your neck?

Every person probably has his own
geography of fear.

My ever present fear
is always back there.

A sudden fear
is in the stomach.

Like I am hungry.

What's so funny?

Just funny.

Hot here in this dump.

I don't mind.

The sun came out.

That's good.

I'm the actress Lyubov Orlova!

They don't have normal
New Year's parties here.

What did you do last New Year?

I slept through it.

Look here.

You see the turn there?

Where the tracks
make a cul-de-sac,

that's my house there
at that stop.

You have 4 more stops.

- That right?
- Right.

There by that sign.

That fence is the only
one in town.

You're very funny
in glasses.

How does one sleep
through the New Year?

It was a crazy day.

Germans were bombing,
a ship caught fire.

We had to put it out.

They didn't wake us till 4 am.
We had a drink of course.

Then we talked about Tashkent
the rest of the night.

His wife was evacuated
to this city.

Careful, fellas!

- It's nothing.
- No?

This is where you're staying?

Maybe I can walk
you home now?

Damn, broke my heel.

- Vassiliy Nikitich...
- It's Nikolaevich.

Sorry... I have a very important
question for you...

You see an associate of my husband
passed through here...

They were on an equestrian
team before the war...

He said my husband went
behind the enemy lines,

and he sent me his watch
for some reason...

- Yes, his watch...
- So what?

He knew it would be tough...

But he hasn't written
for four months!

- I'm beginning to think...
- Don't think.

- Just wait.
- Really?

Four months is nothing.

These missions last
a long time.

Yes, Vadik also thinks so...

I told her a thousand times,
but she doesn't get it!

Horses don't need fuel...
She's stupid!

I get it!

But the watch...
doesn't he need it?

So what? I sent mine
to my daughter too.

It happens all the time.

- Really?
- Really.

I totally agree with you.
I just needed to hear it from you.

- Thank you very much.
- My pleasure.

Good-bye. I brought her
to you. You've seen it all.

So, can I walk you home?

No, thanks. I'm going
straight to the theater.

- Happy New Year!
- You too!

Vadik, how can you talk
to your mother like that!

That's you.
See the resemblance?

- What time is it, Major?
- 12:30 am.

Back in Russia the sergeant
brought dinner in a thermos,

they're all chomping
down concentrate,

no need to pay!

I left for the front
on the 2nd day of war.

Army paper -
The Western Front.

When our train got
shelled in Minsk

I crawled out from under
pieces of torn bodies.

I vomited until I had
nothing left in me.

Pardon me.

Kill the light.

I didn't say anything
to anyone.

But the command office
sent for me.

Vassiliy Nikolaevich...
it's for you.

From the command office.

- I'll be back a minute.
- Go on, go on.

I'll go have a drink to victory
in the new year 1943.

All my life I wrote
about war.

Wore a uniform.
Did god knows what.

- Permit me to speak.
- Go on.

Let's go over there.

- Thanks. A real favor.
- Don't mention it.

So your leave
fell through.

- May I go?
- Go on.

To hell with the leave.

I don't know anything
about movies anyway.

I think it's going to
start in the Caucasus.

- Where to?
- Out for a walk.

I don't want to hear it.
Off to bed.

...In this weather you cannot
trust the sea.

And why not, my dear?

In the long-past life

recall, o treacherous fiend,

how I trusted you.

This is the only
wooden fence

next to tram tracks
in town, Major.

- I'll get out here.
- Should I wait for you?

Don't bother.

I'd wait, but I'll
get in trouble.

Vassiliy Nikolaevich,
what's your sense?

My sense is that
it's fake.

Fake?

She didn't set
the tank on fire.

She simply didn't leave that basement
during Stalingrad battle.

And we all, soldiers, knew that
we cannot leave either.

You think we can take your sketch
word for word, and make a film?

Not word for word.

But your additions
are unfortunate.

Burn a tank!

An anti-tank weapon is heavy,
it's made for two people...

It's a movie.

We can't have a movie
without a heroic act.

My aim is to make a film,
and it is a noble aim.

But it's a lie.

Did the woman die?
Why didn't you write that?

And everyone is dressed
like it's the runway.

We didn't wear helmets
24 hrs a day.

And nobody wears
gas masks anymore.

But there are regulations, Major,
or are they gone too?

Gas masks are still prescribed
by regulations.

Comrade, were you
at the front?

What difference
does it make?

Here it makes
all the difference.

I saw action back in
the civil war.

Now I serve where
the country needs me.

And I did ask
to be transferred.

And when I get there I will
serve from start to finish,

not here and there, gathering
materials for another sketch.

Any soldier posing for a photograph
is clean and polished.

This is a movie.

Still, a consultant should
have first-hand knowledge.

Pardon.

- Comrades, the lights are on.
- You are right about some things.

Get rid of the gas masks
and helmets.

Are we gonna film
today or not!

The shutter
sticks sometimes!

Lord, what trouble...

Let's give it a go.

Get the tractor,
right away!

It won't budge, Major!

Get ready!

Camera!

Action!

Why did you refuse
to evacuate?

Is it so hard to understand?
This is our house!

Our daddy is buried here.
Where should we go?

If we're meant to die,
we'll die all together.

When you chase the Germans out,
we won't need to leave.

Isn't that right?

That's right. But what
if a bomb falls?

We're used to it,
Comrade Major.

I can be useful too,
I know how to fire a gun.

Comrade Major,
Ivanova is correct.

She has fought in two battles
and damaged an enemy vehicle.

I was walking alone

when I saw these children.

I couldn't leave
them behind.

So I took the kids
along with me

and walked all the way
to Stalingrad.

Weren't you waiting
for our troops?

Of course I dreamed of
seeing our boys.

That would be
our victory.

I couldn't bear
the German anymore.

It was getting
frightening.

- Did you believe our men would come?
- Of course. The whole time.

When the planes flew by
I always thought

those planes are flying low,
our boys must be near.

If the planes are low,
our troops are near by.

When they're far, the planes
get higher up.

Did you see them?

Of course.

- And?
- First we were afraid.

Then we barricaded ourselves
in that basement

and sat there quietly.

No, when you saw our men,
what was it like?

Then we were really happy.
We laughed and hugged them.

Where'd you get that?

Dug up in the garden,
basically stole it.

Fearlessly they
charged at the enemy,

and a bloody battle
was fought.

Suddenly the young soldier
lay down his head -

his heart had been pierced.

Is it better now?

He fell at the legs
of his horse

and closed his bright eyes.

Your product is very special.

It destroys all fascists.

To make our product
for the front

you work like
you are at the front.

We know that first you
fired up your machines

and only then put
a roof over your head.

We remember comrades
who were ill

but worked to
the very end.

- Do you have any medals?
-Yes.

Then please take
off your coat.

Here you go.

We know all about
your labor.

We would have liked to
write about your heroism

to your fathers, brothers
and sons at the front.

But in war we can
only do one thing:

send your product
to the front

and maybe they will
know who made it.

These are our heroes! They
beat the production schedule.

I would like to introduce
Major Lopatin.

He was at Stalingrad!

Comrades!

Comrades...

Comrades, what are people thinking
about back there in Stalingrad?

About you.

Who are they fighting for?

For you.

What are you thinking about?

Who are you laboring for
here in Tashkent?

For them.

I have seen your
production in Stalingrad.

It doesn't just kill fascists,

it... these boys here,
who work overtime,

they had saved somebody's
life over there.

Maybe even their own
fathers' lives.

Day and night
your production

batters the Germans
at Stalingrad.

Batters them. Batters!
And it will finish them off!

Be sure of that!

Thank you, comrades,
for your production.

Death to German occupiers!

Victory will be ours!

They thought it
would be theirs.

But it will be ours.

The assembly is over.
Back to work, comrades!

There's no time to waste!

I've had enough of this!

- Hello.
- Hello.

Do you mind that
I dropped by?

I'm off tomorrow...
that's about it.

I thought you still
had a few days left.

That was yesterday.

Lydia Nikolaevna, Romanova
has a hole in her shoe.

She has to dance the
waltz in the second act...

Lyuba, could you take
over for me today?

- Nice boys.
- Heroes!

They're off to the
front tomorrow.

Mama, I dreamt
of the crow again.

- It went away now.
- Who's that?

Shh, go to sleep.

- Ma, could you take him?
- I have an extra pillow.

Go to sleep.
I love you.

There you are.

You don't have to
do my laundry.

I just soaked it, then I thought
it may not dry in time.

You wouldn't understand.

Raining again.

You know what I was thinking
about the whole time?

Remember the woman who
saw me off that time?

Sure. With a funny hat.

Zoika, my father's wife.

I hated her
my whole life.

She got a cleaning
job at a hospital

and had my father
moved there.

She's looking after him.

I asked her if
we could help?

She cursed me out.

"I didn't share him
when he was healthy..."

I got upset,
started to cry.

Now I see I was a fool.

How could I be so blind.

Put your arms around me.

You have strong arms.

Shh, the floor is creaking.

You're crazy.

One second...
one second.

I probably can't
see you off.

You're taking the
Ashkhabad train?

Right.

I wonder what the
weather's like there...

Will you go back to Moscow after
or some other place?

I don't know.
Wherever they send me.

Of course.
It's very wet.

You'll get your feet wet,
do you have spare socks?

It's nothing.
I'll get some.

You could get sick.

I don't get sick.

Very rarely.

I had something very
important to tell you.

OK, let's say goodbye.

I'm coming, coming!

OK, off you go.

Go on, go on.

I dreamt of mother
last night,

she was feeding us
dumplings.

It bodes well for you.

I caught a bullet in the civil war
and shrapnel in this one.

Men, the train is
about to move.

End all farewells!

To your cars!

When you get to Moscow
you'll see my letter.

I'll try to set you up
with a publisher...

I'll try to...

Would you like some
food, Major?

- From the 214th?
- Yes, Major.

But you can't go
farther by car.

They'll fire at you.

The car's going back.

Colonel Efimov asked me
to take you to him.

We were here earlier,
but now about a kilometer off.

- So you're alive?
- Alive.

I was in a hospital
for a spell.

- Shall I take your bag?
- It's OK.

I got a letter
from a neighbor:

Germans burned
my house.

Otherwise all OK.
So you're back with us?

- Permit me to speak.
- Go ahead.

I'm assigned to 214th.
Is this the right way?

The sergeant here
knows the way.

- May I come along?
- Sure.

I like your epaulets,
lieutenant.

Address me properly.

- A new assignment?
- Yes sir, first day.

I'm still trying to catch up
with my men.

It's pretty rowdy here.

So where are you
coming from?

I'm here two days.
In Tashkent before that.

I had a 20 day leave,
but it was cut short.

Lucky, Tashkent is
nice these days.

If it's three shots
and then quiet,

then everything in my life
will turn out well.

In her life too.

1...

2...

The lieutenant got hit.

Are you hurt?

Does it hurt?

I can't hear.
Can't hear!

Get your hands down!
Try to blow it through!

Clamp your nose and blow!

The water is earthy here.
Drink, don't worry.

I thought that was it.

That's just the beginning.

That's not the end,
lieutenant!

You'll live a hundred years...

OK, let's get going.

Nobody will believe
it's shrapnel.

They'll think I got
a moth hole.

I couldn't believe it either.

I'll marry a widow after
the war. God's truth I will.

I saw an American magazine,

I don't know how women
agree to pose like that.

A widow with a house.
I'll just join in.

If I get out alive.

So much for your
20 days without war.

Now you have to
face the truth.

Many things will happen
to you and to others.

Though we're plodding forward

but we're only in Kuban so far,
and Berlin is a long ways away.

Such a long ways away...

THE END

SUBTITLES EDITED BY:
Katia Kutyavina (Seattle, WA, USA)
e-mail: djkatish@gmail.com

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