All language subtitles for Destiny Of A Man (1959)

MOSFILM

It was the first postwar spring...

Dad! Look at the car!

- Hi there! Good morning, friend.
- Good morning to you.

Go ahead, son, shake hands
with the man.

Well, old man, why is your hand
so cold?

I'm not an old man. I'm a boy.

And my hands are cold
because I was throwing stones.

This partner of mine is a real
nuisance.

If I take a long stride,
he breaks into a trot.

So we have to hobble together
like a horse and a turtle.

- Are you waiting for your boss?
- That's right!

- What time is the ferry on?
- In a couple of hours.

Well, we'll sit here and wait for it.
I'm in no hurry.

When I saw you I knew right away
you were a driver, too.

So I figured I'd stop and have
a smoke with you.

Smoking alone is about as bad
as dying alone.

- My cigarettes are a bit wet.
- Wet tobacco is no good.

Try this. It's old army rough-cut.

It's pretty good stuff too.

- Were you driving in the war too?
- Right from the start.

- At the front, I guess?
- Yes.

Well, I had my share
of grief out there too, friend,

right up to my nostrils.

Go on, dear,
go and play by the water.

But be careful you don't get
your feet wet!

Sometimes I can't sleep at night.

I just lie there staring into
the darkness, thinking,

what wrecked my life
the way it did?

Why was it such a torture?

DESTINY OF A MAN

Based on the short story by
Mikhail Sholokhov

Screenplay by
Yu.LUKIN, F.SHAKHMAGONOV

Directed by
Sergey BONDARCHUK

Director of Photography
Vladimir MONAKHOV

Production Designers
I.NOVODEREZHKIN, S.VORONKOV

Music by V. BASNER
Sound by Yu. MIKHAILOV

English Subtitles by
T. Kameneva

Starring

S. BONDARCHUK as Sokolov
Pavlik BORISKIN as Vanyushka

Z. KIRIENKO as Irina
P. VOLKOV as Ivan Timofeyevich

Yu. AVERIN as Mueller
K. ALEXEYEV as German Major

A Mosfilm Studio Production

My early life was pretty much
run of the mill.

I was originally from Voronezh
Province, born there in 1900.

During the Civil War,
I went with the Red Army.

When the famine of '22 came,
I slaved for the Kulaks in the Kuban,

or I wouldn't be alive today.

When I came back from the Kuban,

all my folks were dead.

Have you come to inspect our work?

Maybe we're building this mansion
for you, princess?

I'm not used to mansions.
I was brought up in an orphanage.

My whole family, lrina,
father, mother and little sister,

all of them starved to death.

That's our foreman playing.
He's a good old chap.

So you see I'm all alone too. Not
a single relative in the whole world.

I always see you two together.
You make a fine couple.

Will you see me to my door
Across the field unharrowed.

You're my love for evermore,
Let's go and get married.

Oh, my dearest sweetheart,
I never had it so hard.

I'm lovesick, that is true,
I'm crazy about you!

If you hadn't walked up to that
house, we'd never have met.

- What do you need me for?
- For everything in life.

Looking at her from the side,
perhaps she wasn't so striking,

but you see, I was looking at her
straight in the face.

The sea storm is strong and fierce,
Waves are surging in a whirl.

I was courting her two years
And had gotten the best girl...

And so we got married.

He won't take it. I don't know
how to do it.

Don't worry.

Go on, give it to him.
They always flinch at first.

Tolyushka, darling, come on.

Come on, sweetheart, keep walking.

That's it, come on now.

Well, sonny, come to Daddy.

Daddy's home!

Go to sleep now, honey.

You'd better sleep against the wall.
You might roll off the bed.

Here, it'll make you feel better.

But, please, don't do it again, dear.

How could a man let someone down
who put so much trust in him?

For me, there was no woman in the
world more beautiful and desirable,

and there never will be!

- What's going on here?
- Daddy's home!

And so we lived for 17 years.

They flit by like in a dream.

But what is seventeen years...

Ask any old man if he's noticed
how he spent his life.

You'll find he hasn't noticed
a darn thing.

- Good morning, neighbors!
- Good morning, Grandpa!

Come down here, you hero.

What's it about?

It's about our Tolya!

By public recognition...

On the subject of infinity...

My, my! What does he mean by that?

Thanks for bringing us this news,
Ivan Timofeyevich.

I think we have to celebrate today.

Your son has a great gift
for mathematics.

And a few months later
the war began...

Don't worry, my darling.

Say something to me
before I go away.

What can I say, my dear
Andriusha?

I'm afraid I'll never see you again.

Are you so anxious to put me
in grave before my time?

Till the day I die,
to my last hour,

I'll never be able to forgive
myself

for how I pushed her away.

All aboard!

See you soon! We'll be back
with victory!

Sokolov! The road is under fire.
Will you try to get through?

- I have to do it.
- Get going, then.

You must get through!

Bombers coming in! Hit the dirt!

Go back!

Well, here's my death coming
after me.

I wonder how he's going to do it?
In the head? Or in the chest?

This guy is not the kind
that hesitates.

He will be good at working for us.

He's got fine boots.
Take them off!

You dirty swine!

Stay on your feet. If you fall,
they might shoot you.

Start singing!

I want a song!

A song!

Blossoming the apple trees of
Russia,

The river bed is covered with
the fog.

Out came on riverbank Katiusha,

On the bank overhanging a high
rock.

A song she sang about her beloved...

Prepare for attack when I signal.

About the man she cherished and
desired,

About the man whose letters she had
saved.

He'll remember the girl that he had
known,

He will hear her song brought by
a dove...

O Lord, have mercy.

Please, God, protect me from
my enemies...

He will guard the country of our own,

And Katiusha'll be guarding their
love.

We'll have to cancel the plan.

All prisoners are warned
that any man

attempting to leave the church
during the night will be shot.

Any man attempting to leave
the church

during the night will be shot.

Comrades!
Is anyone here from the 3rd company?

Vanya Ukleikin! Are you here?

Make some room over here, men.

Let me have your overcoat.

- Are you wounded?
- What difference would it make?

I'm a doctor. Maybe I can help you.

It's my shoulder.
The pain is pretty bad.

Let me get this shirt off you.

You must be a horse doctor!

You're making it feel worse.

Just keep your mouth shut!

Steady now, this might hurt you.

What are you trying to do,
you miserable fascist?

My arm's practically broken.
Are you trying to finish the job?

I was afraid you might have hit me.

Your arm wasn't really broken.
Merely out ofjoint.

I've put it back in the socket.

- Does it feel better now?
- Easy. Thanks, doctor.

You see...

Any wounded here?

Comrades, is there anyone wounded?

- Are you wounded? In your belly?
- No, but I've got to go out.

What's wrong with him?
Is he crazy?

I've got to go out.

They won't let anybody out.

What am I going to do? This is
a sacred place, and I'm a Christian.

Try it through the dome.

Pray to the angels. They'll carry
you out on their wings.

I can't profane this sacred place!

I can't do it!

I'm a Christian!

- Just for a couple of minutes!
- Stop him!

If tomorrow they start calling out

communists,
commissars and Jews,

it won't do you any good to try
and hide, Lieutenant.

I tell you it won't work.

You think that by getting rid of your
uniform you'll pass for a ranker?

Well, you won't!
I'll point you out right away.

You're a communist, aren't you?
Are you ashamed to admit it?

I always knew you were a bastard.

Especially since you refused
to join the party

saying you were illiterate.

But I didn't believe you could
become a traitor.

- You finished seven grades.
- So what?

Don't give me away,
Comrade Kryzhnev.

Look, all your comrades are on
the other side.

I'm no comrade of yours. I'm going
to point you out!

I'd better worry about myself.

Are you a lieutenant?

Is that the guy who wants to
betray you?

Grab him by the legs.

Come on, we better get away.

Communists, commissars,
officers and Jews,

take two steps forward!

Communists, commissars,
officers and Jews,

take two steps forward!

Are there no communists here?

Communists, commissars,
officers and Jews,

take two steps forward!

Communist?

- Jew?
- I'm a Russian.

Don't try to fool me! Out!

- You a Jew?
- I'm a doctor.

Attention!

Aim!

Fire!

Right face! Column, forward march!

- Keep down!
- We'll all be finished anyway.

Water! I'm burning up!

Water, please...

- Daddy, will you be back soon?
- Oh yes, very soon.

Hurry back, Andrei.
We miss you so much.

Here he is!

You bastard!

It's taken us four days
to catch up with him.

If they hadn't fed them too good,
he'd never have lasted this long.

Somehow I managed to keep alive.

Wait for me!

Attention! Stay calm and
follow these instructions.

Russian war prisoners
go through Gate Number One.

Persons of Jewish nationality,
go through Gate Number Two.

The rest go through Gate Number
Three.

They kicked me around a lot
the two years that I was a prisoner.

In Saxony I slaved
in a silicate plant.

In the Ruhr I hauled
coal out of a mine.

I sweated in Bavaria digging
ditches.

The devil only knows what piece
of German soil I didn't cross.

The way they shot us and kicked us
around was the same all over.

They kicked me because I was
Russian, because I was still alive,

because I was slaving
for the bastards.

They'd beat a man just to kick
the life out of him.

Evidently, they didn't have enough
furnaces to take care of all of us.

I remember the camp "B-14".

The commandant was a man
named Mueller.

Every day, he'd line us up
and give us a "flu vaccination".

That's what he called it.

The skunk is right on time.
Never misses a day.

Where did they teach him
that kind of art?

Yeah, tomorrow it'll be our turn.

Get ready for work!

On your feet!

Carry some rocks up to the top of
the pile! You too!

If you don't take a big enough
load, they shoot you.

Get moving! Faster!

Hurry up, you swine!

Hey, look out!

What do you think this is?
A rest home?

Come on, friend, keep moving.

Hats off!

I'm going to lie down and die.

If they don't feed us, how can
they expect us to work?

How long will this last?

Damn them all to hell!
Bastards! Parasites!

They make us dig four cubic meters
a day,

when what we need is just one
cubic meter for a grave.

Be quiet!

Let us drink to our victory
at Stalingrad!

You're my pretty, you're my pretty
little dove...

- They seem to be having good time.
- Downing schnapps, bastards.

- I already forgot the taste of...
- Shut up! I don't want to remember.

You're right.

Number 331 , report to
the camp commandant at once.

Well, well...

It looks like the end of your misery,
Prisoner Number 331 ,

once known as Andrei Sokolov.

Will you see me to my door
Across the field unharrowed.

You're my love for evermore,
Let's go and get married...

The sixth army is continuing

its successful offensive
operations at Stalingrad.

Prisoner Sokolov
reporting as ordered.

So four cubic meters is too much
to quarry, eh?

It is, Commandant, far too much.

And you need only one cubic meter
for your grave, right?

Yes, that's quite enough for a grave.

Even there'd be room to spare.

I'm going to do you a great honor:

I'll shoot you with my own pistol.

- Let's go into the yard.
- Whatever you say.

Have a drink before you die,
Russian Ivan.

To the triumphant armies of
the fatherland.

I appreciate it, but I'm not much
of a drinker.

You refuse to drink to our victory?

Very well then, I propose
you drink to your death.

To my death and my release from
this torment, I will drink!

I'm ready now, Herr Commandant,
come on.

Have a bite to eat before you die.

I never feel like eating after
only one glass.

Don't be shy, go ahead.

Sorry, Herr Commandant,

but I don't eat after two glasses
either.

Bravo! It's incredible!

He's had a whole bottle without
eating anything!

Listen here, Sokolov.

You're a good Russian soldier.

A brave soldier.
I'm a soldier also.

And I respect a worthy enemy.

I'm not going to shoot you.

This morning our invincible armies
reached the Volga

and have taken complete
possession of Stalingrad!

And to this marvelous news

you owe your life which
I generously give back to you.

Return to your barracks.

Take this with you, for your
courage.

Once again death had
passed me by,

only touching me with its cold
breath.

Equal shares all around.

They're looking pretty glum today.
Maybe Hitler popped off.

It's Stalingrad.

They got smashed up there.
Pass it on to the boys.

It won't be long now.

By that time our army was knocking
the stuffing out of the Nazis,

and they no longer looked down on
us as contemptuously as before.

Allow me to hand over to you
a letter from the headquarters.

I'd been assigned to a work
battalion that was building

roads and defenses.

I was the chauffeur of a German
engineer who was a major.

Sokolov!

You keep silent all the time.
You Russians have a proverb:

"A barking dog never bites".
Isn't that right?

That's right, sir.

In this case you'd do better not
to agree.

Air raid alert!
Take cover!

You'd better take your uniform off.

Herr Major! Where's he going?

He must be crazy! Stop!

Hello, damned Fritz, lost your way?

Oh, my dear! My dear boy!

I come from Voronezh, don't you see?

I was a prisoner of war,
you understand?

Go unhitch that fat hog and
get the briefcase he's carrying.

Hold the briefcase.
Take that cord off his neck.

- Take me to your commander.
- We know where to take you.

Private Sokolov
reporting as ordered.

Thank you, soldier,
for what you did.

From your major's briefcase, we've
got a lot of top-secret information.

I'm going to recommend you
for the hero's medal.

Can't you send me
to an infantry unit right away?

You won't be able to do any
fighting for a while.

Have this man report to the hospital.

- Where is your home?
- In Voronezh.

After the hospital, you'd better
go home for about a month.

And when you're back,
we'll find a good place for you.

Goodbye now!

- Sashka, let's go to the river!
- Let's wait for Vovka!

Vovka, hurry up!

We'd better have a smoke. Whenever
I think about it, it chokes me up.

- Then what happened?
- What happened?

It was in June of forty-two.

Practically every night, they came
over and bombed us.

Every house in the neighborhood
was wiped out.

Your lrina was at home,
with the girls.

Anatoly was at the factory.

When he came home that evening,
all he found was...

Before he left, he told me
he was going to volunteer.

It's got to be that this life of
mine is nothing but a nightmare.

Now, Andrei, don't talk like that.
We all have to bear our grief.

Some of us more than others.

But you've got to go on living.

You have to find Anatoly.

When the war is over,
your son will get married.

You will live with them.

You will take up your carpentry
again, play with your grandkids.

Every night... when I was a prisoner,

I talked with them.

Now it turns out that for two years

I was talking with the dead?

Wait, you never know about these
things...

Why, my nephew, we heard he was
dead,

and one day he came back.

He had been wounded, and he came
on furlough.

He brought this back as a souvenir.

And then unexpectedly, I've got
a gleam of sunlight.

I got a letter from my son, Anatoly.

"I was enrolled
in an artillery school,

and before the year was up,
I finished it with the top honors.

I'm a captain now,

commanding a battery. I've been
decorated with six orders."

- How many?
- Six orders and medals.

He's sure passing you up,
isn't he?

"I'm a captain now,
commanding a battery."

My own son, a captain
in command of a battery!

That's really something!

As soon as the war is over,

Anatoly and I are going home.
Then he'll get married.

We'll live as one family.

I could watch the kids...
I could set up a carpenter shop...

Anatoly is a mathematician!

I wonder how he ever developed
such a remarkable talent.

It's really strange.

To arms!

Victory!

Sokolov, the commander wants you.

Private Sokolov
reporting as ordered...

Some news for you.

I'm afraid it's bad news.

Your son, Captain Sokolov...

Far from home,
in that foreign soil,

I buried my lastjoy, my last hope.

Something seemed to snap inside me.

Where was I to go now?
Back to Voronezh? No, never!

Hey, Vanyushka! How's the world
treating you today?

How did you know
my name was Vanya?

I'm a wise man. I know a lot.

Hop in the truck.
I'll give you a ride to the elevator.

And then we'll come back and
have a snack.

- Where's your father?
- He died at the front.

And your mommy?

Mommy was killed when they
bombed the train we were on.

- Where are you from?
- I don't know.

- Do you have any relatives here?
- No one.

- Where do you sleep at night?
- Different places.

Do you know who I am?

- Who?
- I'm your daddy.

Daddy! I knew it!

I just knew you'd find me some day!

I waited for so long
for you to find me!

Oh, I love you, daddy!

Well, my dear hosts,
I found my Vanyushka at last!

- Oh, my good heavens...
- Yes, I found my little son.

What do you think of your new
boarder?

He found his son.

Auntie, why are you crying?

My dad just found me.

Everyone ought to feel glad,
so why would you want to cry?

Dad, what did you do with your
leather coat?

I left it in Voronezh.

But why were you so long
looking for me?

Well, sonny, I was looking for you
in Germany, in Poland,

all over Byelorussia,

and then I found you in Uryupinsk.

Which is closer, Uryupinsk or
Germany?

Uryupinsk is much closer.

Go to sleep, dear.

Is everything you told me, the truth?

We'll get along all right.
There's only one thing wrong.

I'm afraid my old ticker is going
to give out.

Sometimes I feel a stab of pain

and everything begins to look
kind of dim and fuzzy.

I'm really worried
that I might die in my sleep,

and that would frighten my little son.

Dad, let's go now.

- Am I going to be as big as you?
- Of course, you will.

- In how long?
- How would you like it right now?

- Well?
- This way doesn't count.

Well, it's the only way
for the time being.

- Well, goodbye, friend.
- The best of luck to you.

Keep strong, little fellow.

"...And I do hope
that this Russian,

this man of unbreakable will,
will stick it out.

And that the boy will grow up
at his father's side

into a man who could stand up
to anything

if he should ever be called upon
by his motherland to do so."

M. Sholokhov

The End