Original subtitles

Cinematography Service,

RF Ministry of Culture

Roman BORISEVICH

present

KOKTEBEL

Are we gonna walk all the way to Crimea?

No, we'll take a taxi.

I'm serious.

If you don't like taxis, we'll take a train.

Shut up!

If you don't like trains,

then we'll fly.

Outrageous!

Dad, whose worm is this?

Pavlov's.

What do you mean?

What kind of butterfly?

Looks like...

attacus applesius.

lf...

anything goes wrong,

the address in Koktebel is 5, Seaside Street.

Polyanichko Marina Sergeyevna.

Repeat it.

5, Seaside Street. Polyanichko...

Why Polyanichko?

Her ex-husband's name.

Polyanichko...

Marina Sergeyevna.

5, Seaside Street.

Are you going far?

Crimea.

Long way to go...

Get off.

I said get off!

Yours?

Mine.

Get off both!

Listen, why don't...

Get off!

Turn left.

Wait.

Here's the key.

Open the door.

Come on, don't be scared.

I said open it!

This train goes to the railroad yard.

Don't be afraid.

Spend a night here.

You never know...

I thought he was taking us to the police.

Got scared?

Not really. I woke up when you were talking.

Didn't know what's going on.

Some flashlight...

I thought he was gonna take us to the police.

That's what you thought?

Come on, get unpacked.

That sledgehammer he carried!

Come on, let's eat

while it's hot.

Come and get it.

To warm up.

Homemade.

Thank you, but no.

Thank you.

80 proof!

Thanks but,

I can't.

It's up to you.

I'm not going to force you.

Got scared?

We thought we were taken hostage by a guerrilla.

Guerrilla?

All right,

time to go.

Enough guerrilla war for me.

Sure you don't want some?

Have some more.

Anyway, you know where it is.

Bye.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

Thank you.

Hello.

Over there!

Komm zu mir, son.

Buy some Prima for me.

Where is the store?

Where?

Over there, that way.

See, Tanya just went there. Go with her.

But where is the store?

About a mile down the road.

You'll get there.

Go on with Tanya.

I'll find it.

- One pack? - But get your jacket first.

He looks like you.

58,40.

Here's your change.

- For you? - Three packs of starch.

- Here's your change. - Thanks.

A loaf of bread, please.

Here you are.

And your change...

Thanks.

And you, boy?

A pack of Prima...

and a pack of Marlboro.

Here.

Thank you.

What grade are you in?

None.

Come on, really?

Really.

You're not in school?

No. We moved.

Are you tramps, then?

No. We are moving to Koktebel.

Dad teaches me everything.

He's got a higher education.

So how old are you?

11.

And me?

I can see everything from above.

Look.

This is where we stand.

It's not a pit there. It's a barn.

He said, turn right.

That's what we're doing.

Dad, what's that?

Where?

That's some sort of a falcon.

He's not flapping his wings?

He's got very good aerodynamics.

He finds an ascending current and circles looking for prey.

And now, he's starting his dive.

Then folds his wings and dives.

He ran out of the air current.

Right,

he can't soar for too long.

Unlike the albatross that can glide many kilometers.

Albatross?

It's a sea bird.

I know.

It's got a huge wingspan.

About your height, or even more.

Are there albatrosses in Koktebel?

Not in Koktebel. They only live by the ocean.

Ring once more...

Hello.

We are traveling to Crimea.

Sometimes we stop to earn some money.

They said you need your roof repaired.

What?

Your company doesn't pay travel expenses?

No.

It's a long story...

This is my son.

I can show my passport.

- Can you fix the roof? - Roof!

I used to build airplanes. The roof is a piece of cake.

We know how, right?

All right. But I won't pay much.

And we are not asking for much.

All right.

Come on in, you are soaking.

Your quarters.

There are magazines you can read.

It will be a long day tomorrow.

Watch out!

That's it!

No, thanks.

Not for me.

How come?

Thanks, but I don't drink.

Why not?

I can't, you understand?

Just five cardiac drops.

"Yet there is one more desire.

"I cannot speak.

"My soul's on fire!"

"As one threatens, or beseeches,

"So his two arms forth he flung.

"Crayfish black, and loathsome leeches,

"Round his swollen body hung!"

I've got books up there in the attic.

Some of them illustrated.

Where?

Up the stairs.

Where's the switch?

At the top of the stairs.

The fridge needs a fix.

"Crayfish black, and loathsome leeches,

"Round his swollen body hung!"

The structure of the albatross's body

enables this bird to soar for hours

with almost no effort.

Carried by air currents,

the albatross can cover vast distances

with just one flap of its wings.

Albatrosses were spotted many miles away from the coast.

I'm telling you... we repaired the roof just in time.

It was completely ruined.

The ceiling would've fallen.

- Where's the flashlight? - Over there.

Let the crowd

blame or mock,

Proud stands

the granite rock!

Mikhail Alexandrovich is tired.

Go read your books.

Mikhail Alexandrovich is not tired at all!

He is in good spirits

and will show you a joke.

The elephant!

Here's

the elephant's right ear.

Here is

the elephant's left ear.

And where is the elephant's trunk?

The supper without which you suffer.

Come on, meet Mr. Omelet.

Take it. We already ate.

Take it now!

Alexanych!

What?

Do we have any vodka left?

Check the cupboard.

I did.

What time is it?

Nine thirty.

Then go buy some.

And the money?

Where's the money?

- None left? - No.

Right,

we've spent it all yesterday...

There's got to be more.

Maybe some small change...

There should be a lot left.

There isn't.

You said you're going to take some from the bank to pay me.

I did.

When?

Yesterday.

You were too drunk to make sense.

I went to the bank!

Listen,

I'm serious.

You stole it.

Don't be stupid.

You stole it, bastard!

Don't be stupid.

Listen, maybe you can borrow...

Thief!

...some booze from the neighbors.

Give me the money, you scum.

Listen, Sanych...

Forget it! Just tell me...

Turn out your pockets!

Idiot.

- Turn out your pockets! Do it! - Look!

Idiot!

- Thieves! - Want to see an elephant?

Thief!

You're crazy!

Come on.

OK, I understood.

That's good.

- Mikhail... - That's good.

When you'll sober up, you'll remember it all.

Mikhail...

Listen, Mikhail...

There must be someone around here...

neighbors who...

Go on,

because here, I...

You thieves! I knew it. You robbed me.

Are you nuts? Calm down.

Get your rascal and let's go.

- Pull yourself together! - We're going to the cops!

Calm down, Sanych...

Get your rascal!

Don't you dare!

I'm going to...

Don't you dare!

Get down here!

We didn't take your...

Move on.

You bastards will go to jail. I'll turn you in.

Bet you've got a record.

Enough.

It's delirium you've got. Give me the gun.

I'll shoot!

Don't be stupid.

I'll count to three. One.

Hand it over.

Calm down. Just think.

Two!

Two and a half...

Don't shoot my Dad. He didn't steal!

lt'll be fine.

Dad, let's go.

Come.

Higher!

Like that...

This one on top. Right.

Go on...

Tie it up. Damn!

- What are you doing? - Tying it.

Not in a bow! Tighter!

Like this.

- We need to go to hospital. - We can't.

Then what we gonna do?

I don't know!

- Are you a doctor? - Good Lord, what is this?

I'm looking for a doctor. My dad is in the forest, wounded.

Hold on. I will get dressed.

You need to go to hospital.

No, we can't.

That man has got my documents.

I will arrange everything.

He doesn't look like you at all.

He looks like his mother.

She...

died.

And I slackened off.

It went downhill from there.

He...

grew up...

on his own.

Rambling around,

thinking something.

I made him buy vodka for me.

Thank God, he grew up smart

and sane.

Normal.

I am smart, too.

Swapped a two-bedroom for a furnished room...

Now we are walking to Koktebel.

Two backpacks.

A worn-through tent, pans and cans.

Potatoes, if someone is so kind...

Prepare yourself...

Dad!

An atmospheric front from the Atlantic

is bringing us clouds and showers.

Souma and Poltava: 0� C.

Afternoon, between 5 and 7� C.

Scattered showers.

Zaporojie: evening, + 2� C. Afternoon, 8 to 10� C.

Cloudy with some sun.

Dniepropetrovsk and Donetsk:

evening, + 2� C. Afternoon, 8� C. Cloudy.

Lugansk: evening, 0� C.

Afternoon, between 5 and 7� C. Some sun.

Kharkov: evening, 0� C.

Afternoon: between 5 and 7� C. Scattered showers.

Dad, are we leaving soon?

Yes,

soon.

How soon?

Why so impatient?

We'll get going soon.

It's our last push.

But we should prepare

Xenia first.

She grew very attached to us. We shouldn't upset her.

Understand?

What?

Nothing.

No,

what's the matter?

She smells like...

sweat.

And you lied.

There is no Koktebel in Crimea. I checked the atlas.

Koktebel was renamed

Planerskoye in 1944.

Got it?

And Xenia is a very tidy woman,

tidier than we are.

And she smells of healthy sweat because she works.

And we fool around,

not helping her.

Got it?

We'll leave the day after tomorrow.

Why did they rename Koktebel into Planernoye?

Planerskoye.

Koktebel is a Tatar word.

Tatars were deported at the end of the war.

And there was a big airfield

for planes and gliders.

Hence the name.

They used to launch gliders there?

The terrain is right there.

Constant winds and air currents.

There is a ridge

and if you stand on top,

and throw up a piece of paper...

it will fly high and far away.

There's even a monument to a glider.

Glider's got no engine, right?

Right.

How far can it fly?

Depends on the design

and the pilot's skill. Sometimes many kilometers.

Like an albatross?

Like an albatross.

Dad, are we leaving tomorrow?

Xenia went and found everything out.

Mikhail Alexandrovich didn't go to police.

He got scared himself.

Our things are gone, but he returned my passport...

So, there's no danger.

But the real danger is the road.

So we'll spend the winter here.

We'll hit the road in the spring, on a real passenger train.

We'll get there overnight.

And Koktebel?

Like I said, we'll go to Koktebel.

But you said Koktebel.

We'll go there in the spring. It will be safer.

- Liar! - Listen,

don't be selfish.

My wound was serious, and if I get a complication...

That's one thing. And then...

Try to understand.

Xenia...

I want us to stay here.

We'll be better off here.

She really loves us...

All you do here is fuck!

Idiot.

You're the idiot!

Talked of Koktebel!

I don't want to stay here.

Don't wanna stay with this woman...

I don't like it here!

Koktebel...

Screw you!

I don't want to stay. I've got nothing to do here.

Eh?

I've got nothing to do here. I don't want to stay here.

Obviously...

I don't want to.

It's finished.

It's finished.

Finished...

Micha, come on! Put him on the ground!

That's good! Well done!

Enough.

You're the strongest. I give up.

Meat!

CRIMEA

Is that the sea over there?

It's a bay.

So where's the sea?

You will see.

Which direction?

What?

The sea from here.

All around.

Black Sea to the right, Azov to the left.

Which one is bigger?

The Black!

How far from here?

What?

The sea.

Which one?

Whichever.

Azov is about 40 km.

People who live here, do they go to the sea?

Can't say.

It's pretty far.

They don't?

They don't really care.

How come?

What about you? Where were you living?

You lived in Moscow, right?

How often you've been to the Kremlin?

See?

But the sea is much better than the Kremlin.

Where in Planerskoye should I drop you off?

It's street...

At the glider monument.

The monument?

Up on the ridge, where the wind blows.

That's a long walk away from the town.

I need the monument.

Well, if you say so...

Sure you don't need a lift to town?

No, thanks.

Whatever.

Bye.

Not that way.

Walk up this street, then pass the market.

You'll cross two streets,

and you'll reach

the flower stands.

There will be a kvass cart...

Behind the kvass cart,

you'll end up on a square

and that's Seaside street.

Polyanichko Marina Sergeyevna?

She's not here.

When will she be back?

I don't know.

Maybe in the spring.

In the spring?

Wait,

who are you?

She's my aunt.

Her nephew!

And where is her brother?

Your father?

He is ill.

Hold on.

Here, she left this for you.

Where you going? Don't you want some cherries?

"...at my home in Siberia. "

Siberia...

My roads, my dear roads

My legs carried me The gods helped me

My roads, my dear roads

My legs carried me The gods helped me

I was loved, I was betrayed

The old woman shook her rug

I wasn't allowed to run away

My impossible path

Became my runway

My roads, my dear roads

My legs carried me The gods helped me

The son: Gleb POUSKEPALIS

The father: lgor TCHERNEVITCH

Written and directed by:

Boris KHLEBNIKOV Alexei POPOGREBSKI

Produced by: Roman BORISSEVITCH