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40s. The Soviet Union occupies Lithuania,

Mass deportations of the population to Siberia begin.

1941 The Stalinist occupiers are replaced by Hitlerite occupiers.

1944 Soviet occupation returns for the second time.

Repression, sovietization and mass deportations of the population continue.

Beginning of armed partisan resistance

Some risk their lives fighting the occupiers.

Others adapt or collaborate with the Soviets.

There was a time when you couldn't trust anyone.

Attention colleagues!

You already know everything, but I still want to introduce you to our new teacher.

Graduated from the Vilnius Pedagogical Institute.

Then Vilnius University... Am I right?

We are incredibly lucky!

We will have not only a teacher, but also a famous poet!

Journalist from the capital Vilnius.

Please Love and Favor - Kostas Kinkis!

And for you!

With apple jam.

Our students know your poems by heart.

Shine for us like the sun, like a good mother.

There is no other like it in the whole world.

Grandparents and parents were born and lived here. My little heart beats freely for you here.

Whether I play on the lawn, in the garden or at home, I feel the hand of my beloved homeland everywhere.

Here is Lenin's homeland, here I grow up calmly, because the homeland protects us from enemies.

Am I not wrong? Ok, thanks, Ale.

I ask everyone to love and respect, cooperate and help settle into our humble team.

Thanks a lot to everyone.

We received a letter from the Ministry.

Giving artistic meaning to the execution of four Communards

There will be guests from the Alytus Executive...

Perhaps you could organize preparations for our holiday with the children?

It would be very important

Maybe add your own jokes - everyone will be happy!

The children... were taken away... by soldiers... in a truck...

- They took me out... - Before class...

You see

for all of us...

Well, God did everything to eliminate them and they eliminated them.

Where is that teacher in my house?

- Yes .. - .-Did he move alone?

You know, Kostas,

There are a lot of houses like this now... They're all gone

So why should we tear them down now? Or what do you think?

- Good afternoon. - Good afternoon

Are there books available?

Maybe you haven't filled out the form yet?

No, I'm here recently, for the first time.

It's all there, on the table, on the left, next to the newspapers.

Story to Salome Neris about the four communards.

And Ventslova "The apple tree where it grew."

We haven't received Venclova yet, but Salome is here.

Are you looking for something else?

Giulia?

- Where do you come from?? HI. - From Vilnius?

- How are you? - Did you bring the book?

- How long have you been here? - Don't take them yet: they are not registered yet

Giulia - Everything is fine, thanks. Will you take anything else?

New newspapers were brought.

- So I'm here - And...

What, you didn't hear what I asked?

Do you take the newspaper or not? There are beautiful poems.

And about the further tasks of restoring agriculture, which

marked by a meeting of the Supreme Soviet of the USSR, which outlined further tasks for the restoration of industry, culture and agriculture for the period of five years...

Enough

Good afternoon, neighbor!

Good afternoon.

- Do you have any milk? - The cow is giving birth.

We do not have

The cow is giving birth. You understand?

Go catch mice.

There is a cow - there is no milk.

In the winter of nineteen twenty-six.

In the morning, four heroes were mercilessly shot near the sixth Kaunas fort

leader of the underground communist party

Karolis Pozela, Juozas Greifenbergers, Kazys Gedrys and Rapolas Charnas

who dedicated their lives to the fight for work in Lithuania,

for socialism and communism

and became true leaders of the revolutionary masses of that time,

whose fighting spirit accompanies and inspires us to this day!

All four made the prison doors cry at night

All four felt their hearts alive.

They knew they would never return from this door, they caught the steppe wind

And four of them took a step, and the sky rang like a lark in spring.

And the four thought: if I were a bird, I could fly

If I were a lark, even the wind, even the north, I would fly in the sky

Partisans!

Children, hide quickly. Let's run, let's run

Death to the communists and traitors of Lithuania!

[Death to the communists]

Milk

I brought milk

Here it is, fresh

Still warm

Will there be a place to pour it?

You knew it wouldn't explode.

You knew everything: you looked out the window.

They threw a grenade - you looked.

What do you want from me?

Do you understand that I'm not like that?

You know me, you know what I am

I too want to live like you, like everyone else

Live like this.

Julia, you know me, you know.

What, you don't remember what I wrote about ruzzies in school?

Read this.

Read it if you don't believe it...

I was kicked out for these anti-Soviet poems...

from everywhere: from work and from the union of young writers.

That's not what I'm writing now.

Completely different. In a different way: for yourselves, readers

Giulia

I'll put it here. Will you bring it yourself?

A cat and a rooster were building a house under a tree.

They built it and lived, Dun-dun-dun, someone made a sound.

A motley cat got up from the bed

Who knocks at the door? Animal or beast?

I'm a dun-dun-dun fox, let me in.

I waited all day for the ducks on the lake shore

I spied, I was tired, I didn't even take one

And the cat responds by raising its motley tail.

Go away, you shameless one, why are you sitting at our door?

You can't fool a motley cat, you can't catch a rooster.

Get out of here, I won't let you in the house.

Good morning.

HI

I haven't bottled it yet.

Now.

Librarian.

He asked me to return the book.

What?

A book.

Census.

It must be returned.

Today he asked.

I'm just about to...

I can give you a lift, I say...

What are you worried about, sir, teacher?

I...

I'm definitely not a communist.

I'm not a redhead writer

I wrote it any way: such a requirement, but

I have other poems...

Julia knows: I gave it, because

New wreaths on the houses and from the collective farm

ships of the plains world: the reapers set sail

The sun shone brighter and the sky was bluer. Uncle Lenin was born that day

He... Do you understand why...

My... Parents, when... the carriages began to move, they...

It's my mother who's sick...

Stepfather is not well, he is sick...

They wanted to take everyone there... They took them away... and...

So they told me if I did something...

If I had written they would have left me alone.

Drinking!

Down to the scum!

So your family turns out to be more expensive than ours?

You took care of your parents and we didn't take care of them?

Don't get me wrong... I just... didn't do anything wrong...

If it hadn't been me, someone else would have written it...

Write the same thing, just change the words to fit what they need

Communism, Stalin, Lenin, blue and all that - and they are already happy there

And is it good for them, is it good for you, and is it good for everyone?

For us it's exactly the opposite...

I couldn't choose anything... I had the opportunity to save my family

I took advantage of it... What, you wouldn't save money?

You

Maybe you had no... choice

- Can I have some water? - It is forbidden

Do you know what happens to traitors and the corrupt?

Not everyone can enter the forest with weapons.

Someone has to live

To teach children, I am also a teacher

When we bury the best people every day

Your loved ones, every day

I feel bad, I feel bad

It's not bad for you, it's bad for us

Next you will write for the Russians

Then it will be bad...

Kostas Kinkis "For the Soviet Fatherland"

You are as bright as the sun, like a kind mother.

There is no one else like you in the whole world.

Grandparents and parents were born and raised here,

My little heart beats freely for you here

And we play on the lawn, in kindergarten or at home

Everywhere we feel the hand of our beloved homeland

This is the birthplace of Lenin, this is where I calmly grew up

The homeland is here, it protects us from enemies

Sit

Juozas

Kostas Kinkis "For the Soviet Fatherland"

You are as bright as the sun, like a kind mother.

There is no one else like you in the whole world.

Grandparents and parents were born and lived here,

- My little heart beats freely here for you. - Sit down, Juouzas.

Agotha

Kostas Kinkis "For the Soviet Fatherland"

Boys

We have to go to Subartoniai.

They assigned us tables.

Well, we have to take it while they give it...

It depends on the situation

As much as they give.

Today until evening

- In Malinauskiene? - Well... yes

who owns a mill

And the chairs?

I don't know, I say, it depends on the situation

[the dogs bark]

Trrrr

Can you handle it yourself?

I will not go.

Then why were you driving?

The baptism of their son was celebrated here

What?

My son's godparents

They were here

You won't keep these tables anyway - they will be for children.

I said I won't go, which means I won't go

We were told that here are the school desks, we belong to our friend Vaicekauskas.

Vaicekauskas?

Well, what's left: these two, the other is broken

And... if necessary, you can take this chest of drawers. With fascist books.

Leave the watch?

Why darling, why do you fly gray over this village

On a quiet estate the lights have gone out, your nests are destroyed

Where do you go as a plowman in the pouring rain?

When puddles splash

And the dog howls sadly on the farm of your wooden skeletons.

Machine guns overhead, death smiles coldly

Only a blind world sees what perhaps it will never see

The blind world sees... It should have been different there - How?

Only the blind world does not see, and perhaps will never see, but there it will not "see".

I corrected it, maybe it's not very clear, I'll rewrite it

One way or another... Either way... It doesn't matter here

What can I say...

I... I don't care about your poetry

But look

Now we're sitting... in a bunker

Insects crawl, they like these insects here

They are waiting

Maybe they know something, maybe they're not just waiting

It depends on us who we are underground

Do you know how this hole differs from a grave?

What does it look like to you?

These insects also crawl into the coffin

except that, obviously, no one can resist there anymore

I still don't understand what's wrong with the poem...

Take off the blindfold

here it is

There are these bugs here

Now look here

What beauty do you see outside the window?

However they are not packaged - this is not a carriage.

Look over

children picking apples

They gather and laugh loudly. Nobody is silencing them.

They are not afraid of anything

You know what I mean? Poet

Not exactly

It's not easy for people to live like this, there's no hope...

Where can we get it from if the poets say so?

The hopes...

Look at everything differently.

But it's not true...

I don't understand what this is about

different from the joyful Octobers?

If these children collect apples, why

then they put them in the carriages and they don't laugh anymore, right?

Will they pretend you're having fun?

So I wrote... Here. They're having fun. You said it yourself

You can write.

People like what you write.

And the most important thing for us is that it rhymes

So that it rhymes and with humor

People remember it easily.

Have fun, remember, laugh

Pour for the guest

Our guest of honor doesn't get paid?

Not all the men upstairs ate this soup.

Pour it for the guest, I say!

[far] Have you read his poems?

[far] About collective farms?

[far] No, not on collective farms

Come

I brought the author

As well as?

Well

Will you check for errors?

Yes

[far]Forward, men, shouts the Russian The job of the striper is so noble

[far] We load people into the basement and from there into cars

[far] Let's search someone's house in the name of Comrade Stalin

[far] There will be sausages and chobots Watches and rings

[far]Unite, guys, the pay is good. Whoever joins will see no trouble

[far] Three stribaks succumbed to temptation. They shit on their ears

What's going on here? Everyone stay still!

What, you didn't do anything? Who is the oldest?

HI

I drank some water

Candies?

Thank you

Will you tell your parents I thanked you?

[far away - the cry of a child]

What is your name?

Sister? Or brother?

[The baby is crying]

Like, I can't explain why you ended up in this damn house

with all these bandits, children, corpses

I was supposedly thirsty

Do you think this explanation is satisfactory?

I'm asking you.

So, should I have lied?

You yourself don't know when you're lying and when you're not.

But they know it.

They will look you in the eye and know it.

Comrade Director.

How do you like it?

Here's the name

Our hero

On both sides there are paragraphs about how they

killed and here, I think, I will put some illustrations.

The most important thing is that the children were orphaned

It can change

Our school hero saved orphans from bandits' bullets

and he carried them in his arms beside the corpses of their parents.

This is not necessary beyond the corpses of the parents...

[Welcome to the III Congress of Soviet Teachers]

Eduardas.

Kostas.

HI.

- One hundred years, listen. - Already

How are you

Alright, alright, alright

Let's go to have a coffee?

You see you have to register

I am now

Are you OK

All covered in vegetation

Maybe you are already returning to Vilnius?

No, where will I go back?

This village will finish you, Master.

You are a city person

Not everything depends on me, sir teacher

Kostas

It all depends on us

Understand?

From us

Don't get old before your time

You see, I haven't changed anything

even the ashtray is in the same place

This wasn't there. No

- Well? - Bad

As

Before then, of course, writing was softer, more pleasant

But they changed it because I broke a couple of letters

Where's the old one?

Probably in stock

You know, when you get used to writing, you write completely differently.

Poems write themselves

In Romukas' warehouse?

Romukas left

You know, with drinking, his liver...

But

I think

I'll see what I can do, but just know

Everything is recorded, nothing is deleted

Do we smoke?

Wait

One throw - two lines

I can't compare myself to you

You know, Kostas, when I published this book

all doors, all windows open

You know, now there are such opportunities here

In life

I haven't received so many

letters, they go to your old address

Here, from this busty girl

Zverin's? Yes, Svetlana

She writes poetry with her boobs

Girls, you can't even imagine the caliber of writer we drink with today.

Actually, I want to toast my best friend

my teacher

you could say my idol

For Kostas

Ask if he loves you or not

A beautiful flower is not just rue

but if your heart fails

It means it's not for you

I could never rhyme like that in my life

For Kostas it's as easy as eating the seeds

Let's drink to Kostas one more time, okay!

Don't give orders!

Did you sleep enough?

Yes

Well

Go get ready, get dressed, wash yourself

Go!

Copses flourish beautifully on the hillside, on the hillside

For you, mother, the first, first flowers.

Buds illuminated by the sun and the dew and the dew,

To you, mother, sun, sun.

The birds that have arrived chirp every day, every day

For you, mother, the most beautiful, most beautiful song.

I'm small, tiny, you raised me, you raised me.

Mom, I will always love you, always.

Hi Kostas

HI

Let's go for a walk

Now?

Good now.

Well, don't be angry because we woke you up

It's okay, I haven't slept yet

Look closely at the one with a bag on his head.

When we highlight it, tell me if you recognize it.

Is that the one who shot the Krasauskas, the parents of those children?

Kazimiras Mikalauskas

was born on April 14, 1915.

Tried by a partisan military tribunal:

for the ruthless murder of the Jokubausk family

Antanas Jokubauskas, Jane Jokubauskienė, children Motējus and Salome.

For the robbery against the Vaineikiai family, as well as for

the abuse and murder of the youngest daughter Adele Vaineikite.

For the murder and robbery of Petras Krasauskas and

Stanislava Krasauskienė in front of small children.

By order of the partisan military court

Kazimiras Mikalauskas was born on April 14, 1915.

Death sentence.

Death penalty

executed on 23 June 1949

Dainava District Administration

rewards the partisan "Stal" with a ribbon for courage

showing courage, he carried a wounded soldier from the battlefield

During the Battle of Merkin.

Thank you for your courage!

In the name of the Fatherland!

Congratulations

Well, brothers and sisters.

Let's take a holiday photo! Please.

Well. A little closer!

Yes.

AND...

- Thank you. - Thank you.

Well, if everyone has already been rewarded

We can celebrate!

And is it already “possible”?

What?

"It's possible, it's possible"

Family members! Kisses and hugs!

Dinner!

Please come here!

What are you doing here?

Take it

But it suits you very well.

Give me that hat!

If there are such intelligent people...

You can wear three of them, but you still won't be more beautiful.

And just thinking, I miss the beauty...

How did you go in Vilnius?

Well

How do you think things are going here?

I was recruited in Vilnius.

At the congress we found...

They wanted to know how things were going here in town.

We wanted to know about you.

I didn't say anything.

Beaten up?

It's good you said that.

They want us to be each other...

I was recruited too, you know...

Then I went to the forest

There was no other choice

Here's how they work.

More than once I get lost in myself...

More than once I can't find friends...

After all, the unspoken word hovers in the darkness of the night...

Intimacy...

Maybe I'll overtake you

Even if I will look for you on earth

Strange moons will burn

And the love letters will burn.

So that

No, I know... it doesn't rhyme very well.

To be honest, I was different there

I wrote it...

Do you still have any?

Jonas!

Keep it!

RIP!

Tear him to pieces, I say!

Kosta!

Why does it smell so bad in here?

Grenade...

Grenade...

Probably, in our village we have such neighbors

“lame” can handle it

Sutkus

C bat

He was a very mischievous grandfather,

but the children were afraid of him.

It seemed that if he caught him, he would kill him with this club

They transported flax

with my brother

and he broke the window

We started running

my brother ran into the forest and I...

there was a lime tree growing along the road, leaning like this

I climbed onto a lime tree

up to the top

but I was still afraid that this Sutkus would get me

Jesus, this roof is broken

I fell

Lying

I can't, I can't move

I broke both legs.

Mom, he's crying, he's crying...

I've never seen her cry like that...

So I ask:

Mom, will I really die now?

“You will not die, Jesus, you will not die.

You won't die yet, you'll still have to join the army.

Free Lithuania will have to be defended, and more will be needed."

And she cries and sobs

And I'm getting scared...

not so much this death, but this Sutkus...

Could it be that I tore Yulia's passport?

Perhaps

It was time to tear them all apart a long time ago.

Her life wouldn't be full...

When her parents are in Siberia, everything is clear to everyone.

And they had to take her away.

But they didn't take him.

You will take her with the character of her...

I jumped out the window.

This one... with bloody legs...

I found it in the forest.

During our school graduation

how to say,

her father made excellent wine.

Well, just like for me, but that's about it

in any case everyone knew that Ratkevicius' wine was the best here

And her father gave her several bottles of that wine.

Except we all got released early from school,

because the tanks were already passing in front of the church

This is how we,

with this wine of his and I organized a graduation party.

At the mill.

My first evening of poetry.

So... I've never received so much applause.

In the morning we took the oath:

friends forever

whatever it is, it is forever.

Blood oath.

They were discharged with a nail.

They dripped like this onto the board.

They anointed their foreheads - and it was already holy.

Here...

And then we buried one, Yulina's, a bottle of rowan

wine until better times, until everything was over.

Close to the mill.

Nothing from the thistle.

What does "from thistle" mean?

Wine. From thistle.

Not from rowan, but from thistle.

Very tasty, though.

Julia gave it to me for my name day, after I dug it up.

Didn't she say that?

You are here together

after the oath...

Still so strong

Aged.

I didn't notice how drunk I was...

We were all lying here.

From this bottle...

It was somehow irresponsible...

First.

When is this?

This is a “joke”, Kostas.

"Joke"

I don't drink at all.

My blood “patterns” are different

We all have...

We are not drops, you know...

But it would probably be nice

drink. Hey Jonas!

Kostas, they'll be picking us up soon. This is the only way we can leave.

We all

Moose's bunker is right here.

There is also a village there.

All of Jonas' lice came to me.

See why.

But I don't hear them anymore.

Do you have a child?

What?

Do you have a child?

The photo was shown by an investigator in Vilnius.

There you and the pregnant woman laughed in each other's arms.

Didn't the detective show you my poisoned wife?

At Alytus hospital. Didn't you show it?

My newborn son poisoned?

What, Kostas? Why are you silent?

Tell. Did you show?

Did you show it or not?

Do you write to them or to us?

To him.

Jonas.

Will you read it?

At least the name.

I understand it's difficult

that Jonas, it's difficult

We will bury him.

The morning

Even if we don't go out, it's right here.

In the "Tits" room.

Such everyday life, no matter how strange it may seem.

YES. But how

otherwise fight for freedom?

How to be who we are?

If we give up, if we give

in to this black pessimism...

Who will be better off?

They can't do anything but take our lives.

It seems like this to you now,

there is so much desperation now

Do not give up.

You should get up before dawn this morning, if it's clear...

Look: here is the first ray of sunshine

If there is dew

on the blueberry bushes - you will see the beauty.

What hope!

You see, this is what a poet should write about.

But this is a must see.

Just got up.

And be sure to watch it!

You know...

It's nice to have you here.

For us... Nothing is in danger anymore. All

Julia, we can start a new life

Let's go to Vilnius!

I beg you. There's an apartment, it's all there.

We simply...

I didn't even have a choice... Do you understand?

This is the best option - you only need things

take the essentials. You can feel?

Now.

Trust me. We are safe

Everything will be OK.

Believe me, everything will be fine.

In the ice palace from time immemorial,

Santa Claus lived.

And he had a nephew, a cold-nosed lollipop.

This nephew was good, a cold-nosed candy.

Not sour, not rotten,

But wherever he went, he boasted everywhere.

I can forge bridges from ice,

I have flour and I can grind snow.

Cover the hare with snow,

Hedgehog kezhik, put to sleep.

Thick-cheeked frogs sleep,

And the stiff-necked badger,

Like a badger, me and a bear,

When I press, the sides will crack.

If I wanted, I could freeze the entire earth.

One day, during a snowstorm, Frost took his nephew away.

And the grandson is a lollipop, spinning in circles with snowflakes.

He sees a gentleman sitting on the sleigh, still red from the vodka.

And that fat gentleman with the thickest furs was buried.

Both the knees and the long legs were covered with zebra skins.

This grandson is a lollipop and crawled under the zebra skin.

The cold-nosed man freezes the master, the master's nose freezes and turns white.

And the gentleman was frozen from hand to foot.

Thus the grandson boasts: See, grandfather, am I not a man?

Translation by hugenotas&walenteena