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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