Bitva za Sevastopol

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With the financial support of

the Russian Federation Ministry of Culture

The Russian Military-Historical Society

With the support of

the Ukrainian State Film Agency

Cinema Foundation of Russia

New People Film Company

Yulia Peresild

in a film by Sergei Mokritsky

Moscow, Vnukovo Airport, 1957

Battle for Sevastopol

International Student Assembly, USA, 1942

Fan Bei, infantry, one year at war.

Eight tanks destroyed.

Nikolai Krasavchenko, head of the delegation

of Soviet students.

Communist.

She's very pleased. And how many

people have you killed?

I'm engaged in party work, inspiring

my comrades to heroic works.

It's vital work.

Vladimir Chelintsev, sniper.

152 killed with 154 bullets.

- Come on, come on!

- Look!

Kiev National University, 1937

Excuse me, sorry. Can I get through.

Excuse me, please.

Lyuda! Woo! We passed. Me and you passed.

We passed Lyuda!

Come on, look!

We got in as well!

Let's go to the park.

- C'mon. Aren't you happy?

- Yeah, I am.

You get soft drinks, I've got the beer.

To the park!

I can't. I need to get home.

- Fine, but we'll be waiting for you.

- You're coming, yeah?

- Come on everyone!

- Make sure you come, okay.

- Race you there!

- Okay... Woo!

How did those idiots pass?

- What're we gonna do?

- Well I'm gonna complain to the committee!

Department of History

1. Pavlichenko, L.M.

2. Baskakov, N.I.

Mom. Mom.

Can I borrow your dress for the day?

Of course.

Thanks. I'll go get changed and then

come back and help you.

...So Budarin comes back with:

'The war in Spain has shown us'

'that the era of waving around swords is over.'

And Vedernikov just loses it, grabs his sword

and starts chasing him.

Lucky that he couldn't catch him.

I'll wait outside for you.

I'll just change and then be with you.

Hello Father.

Well don't you look nice.

At least you're not wearing my army jacket as well.

Pass me my boots.

I passed, top of my class.

Well done. Congratulations.

You could be proud of me.

Misha, try to be gentler with her today.

...not only in our country...

Dad, what time are you back?

Dad?

By dinner, but don't wait for me.

We wanted to invite the neighbours

around to dinner,

to celebrate the good news, with you.

What's to celebrate?

She needed to pass and she passed.

- Well done.

- Come on, help me here.

Father! Promise that you'll come back

a little bit earlier.

Lyuda?

Daddy, come on, higher.

Come on Daddy.

Higher, higher, higher!

Come on Daddy, higher, higher!

One, two, three, four, turn,

and one...

Lyuda! Lyuda!

We're historians now.

We have to strive for the truth.

- Cinema lies, the shooting range is where the truth is.

- There's your change.

- Your change.

- Ladies, how can I help?

- Listen, Zahar...

- Well, the shooting range doesn't... it's

all done properly there.

- I mean, there are real bullets, real weapons.

- So what?

- Are we going?

- Guys, you can even smell the gunpowder there.

Gunpowder? Why do we need to smell gunpowder?

So what if cinema isn't reality,

life can still be a fairy tale.

Plus you promised.

I'm for the cinema too.

There's passion, and love, and music

which never ends.

- I'm for the shooting range.

- Lyuda?

Oh, so that's three against three.

Hold on, I've got an idea:

Heads is shooting range; Tails, cinema.

Wanna bet the beer that it'll be heads?

I don't want to bet.

- Lyuda, which is it?

- Well?

Heads.

Guys, what're you faffing around for?

Shoot quicker.

- We might still be able to make the cinema.

- Aha.

- We're not just shooting, we're having a contest.

- Oooh.

I want to shoot too.

Well, you can shoot later.

No, I want to be in the contest.

Yeah, you show them.

You show those film-haters.

Hey Lyudmila, don't worry.

Fourth place is still pretty good.

Very funny.

Each of you have five shots.

The winner is determined by

the number of points scored.

Can you show me how?

Pick up the rifle.

Load!

Put the cartridges into the magazine.

Fire!

Bullseye!

Line up your rear sight, front sight

and the target.

Breathe steadily.

Then hold your breath and gently put

pressure on the trigger.

And fire.

Weapons on the table.

Weapons on the table.

Call out your surnames loudly and clearly.

- Kolesov.

- Kutzyh.

Feldman.

Pavlichenko

Pavlichenko's about to see that

shooting is not for women.

We'll see about that.

Look, you couldn't even get one hole

in your target.

The winner is Pavlichenko with

47 out of 50 points.

Commander, are you sure you checked those right?

Look for yourself if you want.

How many points for Feldman?

Oh Lyuda, it's good that we didn't

go to the cinema after all, right?

Ha! Serves you right!

Every war ends either in peace,

or in armistice.

So, in the year 1651...

- Excuse me.

- It's okay, come in.

Miss Pavlichenko.

Yes.

To the Rector's office please,

and take your things just in case.

And so we continue.

After the so-called Treaty of Bila Tserkva...

Miss Pavlichenko. This way.

Lyudmila Pavlichenko, born in 1916.

Mother, Mrs N.G. Pavlichenko, English teacher,

and father, M.S. Pavlichenko, major in the NKVD.

Correct?

You write it all down, comrade Rector.

Was that all correct?

Yes.

Disciplined indeed.

He wasn't lying, surprisingly.

According to a report dated June 20

from Mr Kovalchuk,

a shooting instructor at Osovi Yahimova's firing range,

he witnessed your excellent results.

You have talent.

Hence we have decided to send you

on a six-month course

to teach you precision marksmanship.

Congratulations.

And my studies?

What about them? I think your rector is

also very much in favour.

In six month's time, you come back,

and finish your studies. That's okay isn't it?

Yes, yes, of course, of course.

You come back, and complete your studies.

Okay.

Do I have a choice in this?

I wouldn't advise it.

- Honey, at least take a sweater.

- Mom, they give us everything there.

And what if they don't? Besides, you'll

need something until you get there.

Here's some pierogi.

You won't be able to get mom's pirogi there.

Don't you want to say anything to me?

Oh God! Well, it is for six months.

Misha, it's the middle of winter...

Can't you just call them and have it postponed?

Lyuda!

All her life you treated her like a boy.

See how that ended up?

Why didn't you stop her?

Half my life I've been at war,

and women get the worst of it.

Soon there will be a new war.

We are, of course, thankful to America...

International Student Assembly, USA, 1942

...for the Lend-Lease programme.

But if we want to finish off Hitler

as quickly as possible,

then you need to make a decisive step.

And so the Soviet delegation is asking

you to include the issue...

of opening a second front...

on the assembly's agenda today as

the main item.

The Soviet people need help, they

do not need charity.

That is why, in the name of the Soviet delegation,

I ask you to stop this farce.

Lyuda, speak!

Pavlichenko!

How come you ended up here?

We've been doing this all summer.

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