Original subtitles

IVAN

Director - Oleksandr Dovzhenko

Assistant director-Yuliya Solntseva

Cinematography by Mykhailo Hlider

Sound editor - Oleksandr Babii

Original music by Yuliy Meytus Original music by Borys Liatoshynskyi

Production designer - Yuriy Khomaza

Production assistant- Lev Kantorovich

Sound effects - Oleksandr Shabelskyi

Sound editor - Anna Chernyatina

Cast: Konstantin Bondarevskiy, Dmytro Holubynskyi, Olena Holyk, Maksym Hornatko,

Oleksandr Zapolskyi, Petro Masokha, Mykola Nademskyi, Pyotr Pastushkov, Stepan Shagaida,

Stepan Shkurat, T. Yura

The orchestra of the Kyiv Broadcasting center Conducto r- M. Kannershteyn Sound equipment design of engineer A. Shorin

The "Ukrainfilm'' studio, the Kyiv film studio, 1932

Printed on the ''Ukrainfilm'' Kyiv motion-picture printing factory

...Hey, once! ...Hey, twice!

- I wonder, comrades...

I wonder, comrades, what does such a strong and healthy collective

with such machinery, such organization

need to accommodate excess working force for, what, I am asking you, do we need it for and until what time, while the proletariat demands

millions of new workers in its rows at the moment?

- So, he says, why should one with such machinery and such, says, organization keep excess working force in the country.

- Millionshchiks... Again about millions. Millionshchiks...

- He says, what does your collective need it for- Indeed!

And until what time, he says, will working force be held in the country! Just so!

- Ha-ha.

There is no such a law.

Is it?

If I want I will go - if not I won't!

I will go!

- The law is not the case. As soon as we provide a hundred of people...

- Right! True!

- Be silent! Don't be cunning! I am saying that if we provide a hundred of people, and other villages do...

- So, I am saying, comrades, the law is not the case, we should provide a hundred of people

and other villages do, and then there will be the law, which regulates everything!

- It is the hell difficult to cut village navel-string!

- So, how are you here?

Well...

Ha-ha...

Came to help. Yes? Ha-ha...

- So, how are you there?

- In a word - Lack of self-restrain...

- Well...

We haven't seen each otherfor twenty years!

- For twenty two!

- Twenty two! Ha-ha!

- Well, hello!

- Hello!

- Why are you hee-hawing, robbers!

You devastated the village, and we have to rot down here!

- That is all right, father, we will burn you by electricity when you die. Ha-ha...

- Let your father be burned by demons!

- And who is this? Ivan?

- Ivan.

Take off your hat, what the hell a fashion is it!

- That is all right! So, I will go.

Have a rest, and tomorrow to work.

So what, Ivan, will we try?

- Yes, we will try!

- How about to give your Ivan to school? May he be taught in something?

Well? Uncle Stepan? Shall we give him to school?

-Who? Ivan?

Ivan!..

- Me? Comrade brigadier, we will challenge them to socialist competition!

- Bravo, bravo, Vanya!

...Bravo!

- There is a lot, but it is not good.

What if thanks to your slovenly work a train full of concrete will pass along this way and fall down

leading to a jam on the construction site? What will you do?

- Name, patronymic, last name.

- Ivan...

- Well?..

- But the section foreman did not check!

- What if the section foreman is a stranger?

- It is just a spike, Vanya.

What next? What is higher?

Tomorrow you will compete with me.

- Hello, Vanya!

Vanya, hello!..

- Ha-ha...

Got fish...

Listen, shock-worker!

- Head of the Young Communist League district committee?

Pavlo?

It concerns father.

Fish again.

On the next meeting we will publicly reject. Enough!

Clear?

- Are you asleep, Ivan?

Get asleep...

- Are you eating, Ivan?

Eat.

- Are you ready, Vanya? Let's go!

- To the side, to the side! To the side!

Watch out!.. Watch out!..

Stop!.. Take to the side!

- Silence! Our best young shock-worker is got killed.

Silence! Not by a barrel with concrete! Not by a cable!

And not by poisonous gas!

He was killed by negligence to a barrel, a cable, a signal.

Careless inspection.

What?.. What? You became too kind, mild.

Death of the Young Communist Leaguer is a consequence. As a result our concept is stained.

That is where your kindness led! Here you have a lad of yours! Do you hear me?

Summon Young Communist Leaguers immediately to check all mechanisms in all sections!

To-day, right now!..

What are you with, comrade?

- With nothing.

- Step backward!

- Are you practicing confidentiality here? Trying to bet on secrets?!

- Not secrets, but a qualification.

An organizer of onslaughts for rates, for 500000, for dam, for bridges, for locks,

for concrete, an aggressive opponent of elements and "objective circumstances'',

the former armoured force commissar - dear Mykola Hryhorovych Tretyakov.

The crane-operators' instructor, a crane-operator himself, and a brilliant mechanic.

A friend of young generation! Show our respect to Avgust Avgustovich Schults.

A hero of the Dnipro depths, the team-leader of divers, a diver himself, for the last five years

in frost and heat, for thousand six hundred and eight hours

in total he has been exploring the Dnipro floor- Pavel Ivanovych Orlov.

An electrical-engineer, he outdoes all American installation techniques for gigantic turbines,

a modest holder of world records - Izatula Sadykovych Ibatulin.

- Well, I am a shirker!

Here is my profile.

Here is my back of the neck.

Here is my stride!

It is enough to torture people! I claim a Pyatiletka (five-year plan ) for one year! Ha-ha...

A fighterfor world records in framework and shield installation on the threatening heights

of the Dnipro dam - shock-worker Aleksandr Stepanovich Zakharov.

Leader and organizer of shock teams, an experienced worker, a guerrilla of Ukrainian fields,

an assistant foreman for mechanization - Musii Samiilovych Morochenko.

The worker, who was the first to love a steam crane on the highest points of the dam.

Let the chief operator Pavlo Ivanovych Lazechnyi complete the construction of the lock-gate!

- There is, lads, a lot of common in between defective products and shirking.

And in the end, the hell knows...

- I do not want! I am going home!

Going home! With such a shocking!..

- ...Eh, when I was a boy I used to

dance with girls!.. Used to strike that the floor was vibrating! May God beat me up!

- 810 thousand kilowatt! They say the Volga will give as more as twice, and the Angara as more as ten times.

As the ten Dnipro electricity stations of shock work!

- So I am saying, lads, that I used to strike... girls... so as the floor vibrated...

- Come on, stop talking!

- Got him terribly... This will make him a human!..

- Well, that is enough, let me go! I am saying, let me go! I am saying, let me go!

- Hello! Hello! Hello! Here he comes -

Stepan Yosypovych Huba... from the Yaresky village

of the Myrhorodskyi district

of forty six years,

able-bodied,

able to eat two pounds of bread

per day, pig fat... and so on.

Able-bodied.

- It is terrible, terrible! Disgrace!

We eating?

Fat - fifteen, butter - sixteen.

Six-teen!

Uh, lads!

Destroyed personality!

Oh! Chased, rustic, here, sorry...

Dialectic absurd. Absurd! How can I explain it to you?

- You try not to popularize it. It is obvious enough!

- But, comrades, in a dialectic fashion, comrades, this is terrible!..

- That is right. True.

- Who are we, I am asking you? I am a foreman.

In a dialectic fashion, comrades, I am a unique personality. And you, and you...

A unique individuality!..

There is no human!

- I am a foreman either. Is there no human? What about me! Me! And who are they?

Having any prices on fat, butter, bread!

So, do you say, it is right? Hick...

- Shut up! Do you hear? Shut up! Get silent!!

- I don't know how to work, father. Do not know. Here, father, not only strength means something. Here we have a different heft... it is school here...

- I don't know how to work, father. Here, father, not only strength means something. Here we have a different heft... it is school here...

- I don't know how to work, father. Here, father, not only strength means something. Here we have a different heft... it is school here...

- School!

- You slipped, father!

- I was a teacher for you in the village, and here you are to teach me.

This is your youth business. There are thousands of you!..

- Well. Well, well.

Seventy two. Yes.

Well, send Ivan to the crane one and to the school!

What?! Aha, it turns out that it is necessary to study, and when it concerns your workshop it is not.

Well. Well, well.

That is all right. Twelve millions are studying! Farewell!

Today, Ivan, you have won the most important! Do you hear me?

- Hello! Listen! Today the Central committee of the Young Communist League continues to call over leading giants.

Hello! It is the Young Communist League talking! The Magnitostroy plant is taking the floor.

- Abroad, Vova! Abroad, Vova!

Hello!.. Hello!

...Mighty shining of native lights...

An unbelievable crisis of special scale,

which overtook the whole capitalistic world. Comrades! Udarniks! The incandescent lamp of capitalism is burning out...

It is Donbas talking.

Comrades Udarniks! We are the strugglers of the underground bowels

of the great Bolshevik stokehold, who report to our government

and all working people...

the Kharkiv tractor factory is taking the floor... Comrades. It is the Kharkiv tractor factory talking...

- ...Abroad, Vova! Abroad, Vova!

- Dear, it is not acceptable! A little abroad, a little to us. Fifty-fifty, understand, fifty-fifty.

- Accepting Ivan to the party, we are saying that

today he is not a leader, a genius.

Ivan is an ordinary struggler, who is absorbing class consciousness among us.

He is one those, who... ...constitute millions of the masses creating the history.

...It is Baku talking!

- It is unbelievable! Each small town has a radio station!

- Each small town? We will build it in every village! We will make the whole world comfortable!

- Dialectic absurd.

- Get silent, you! Fat - fifteen, butter- sixteen. Ooh, bourgeois!

- Vova!

...I have a father, Stepan Huba.

Two years ago I left him in the village. But his pernicious, shirking shadow follows me.

I did everything. I have no strength left! Separate me from him.

- I do not regret!

I am scared... I am afraid of my son...

- ...the proletarian revolution. On the banks of the Dnipro river, nearthe Kichkes,

where the Zaporizhia Sich once roared, the proletarians,

we, the new era proletarian Cossacks,

broke world records and decided under guidance of the party...

the base of the socialist economy, our electric heart

of the Soviet Ukraine.

- It is the Red Army representative talking, bomber-shocker, the Young Communist Leaguer Ivan Sirko!

- Switch the radio off!

For four years without a break, for day and night, you, workers and engineers...

forthe highest point of the grey Dnipro.

That was the order of the best part of humanity.

We overcame frost and storms, waters of the Dnipro and everlasting granites of its banks.

And I am saying that it is not a storm or a thunder or a shame which make us cease the meeting now,

but our inner, the most meticulous enemy!

Due to imperfection of scientific predictions and negligence water floods our fourth foundation pit!..

Comrades Zaporizhia Cossacks, fire!

This is the point, comrades, where I would like to finish my report.

Today we have completed our labour manoeuvres. The winner of these manoeuvres turned to be the one,

who was the best at handling struggle equipment and who has his feet washed better and foot wraps wrapped properly.

He, who was politically conscious and who had all details of technical behaviour considered and joyfully realized, is the winner.

- Hurrah!

- Comrade engineer! The proletariat greets you with a brilliant organization of the victory on behalf of...

- Stop!.. Stop!.. I am asking for the floor. I will talk with you now. I will show you how to embitter children.

Who am I? Who am I, I am asking you! Am I the father, or am I not?

How could it be that my own child laughs at me and sets police at me?

Who am I, I am asking you? Well, here I go, udarnik!.. teacher!.. Who am I, I am asking you?

Am I the father, or am I not? I am a unique individuality!

I do not want such a son, and declare that I repudiate him!

- Wait! Wait! Let me ask a working question. I am ashamed that I was born in the same village with you!

- I am sorry, comrades, for such an incident!

- Never mind, Stepan Vasyl'ovych. Never mind, Ivan. Today you have been adopted by the working class.

- My only son, Ivan, perished in the great battle. Mother, I... Working woman...

At first, I was scared and uneasy. And, now, I think to myself...

- Never mind, mother!.. Speak! - I understand, understand everything, just cannot render in properterms. - Never mind!

- I remember when he was a little boy. He was good and hilarious.

He dreamed about books all the time. Well, work means strength! I know, you all loved him

because when he fell the whole world became silent... Listen, lads, comrades, udarniks!..

- Let us shock! Let us shock! Let us shock!

Comrades professors! Send to Ivan all that we have!

The end