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You see, my boots are no good at all.

Swap boots with the new one.|He's staying behind.

All sections, by fours, fall in|and follow me, forward march!

Move it! Move it!

You heard the commander?|Come on, sit down.

Let's go, men!|Don't fall behind!

What's your name?

Fliora.

And your first name?

That's it, Fliora. Florian.|And yours?

Rose. Rose of the kolkhoze!|Ever hear that one?

Tell me, how did you get here?

They deported me to Germany.|But here I am!

They rescued you? Kossatch did?

I want to ask you, Rose, you were|all dressed up over there. Why?

Where was that?

This morning, in front of the men.|I couldn't get it, Rose, really.

My name is Glasha. Glafira.

You understand now, idiot?

- What's wrong?|- And what's wrong with you? Fliora!

Just exactly what are you doing|here?

What, they took pity on the little|one, leaving you here?

Kossatch took pity on you?

Pity?

Yes, pity!

They'll be lucky if I take pity|on them!

He can pity, yes, he can.

Only it makes him cry in his sleep.

Kossatch? Cries in his sleep?

He won't last long.|I'm telling you that.

You're Iying! Filthy liar!

Liar!

Why don't you say something?

Why won't you see me?

I'm right here...

I exist...

Here I am.

You're not living.|You don't hear birds singing.

You're deaf and blind.

Here I am... here...

I want to love.

I want to have children...|Do you hear?

I can do anything for you, anything!

Do you want me to get blown up?

Don't do that.

You idiot! Idiot! Idiot!

I'm carrying 60 ammunition rounds,|a grenade, an automatic rifle.

I'm here to fight,|and you treat me like an imbecile.

Kossatch! I'm not Kossatch!

Are you crazy or what?

What are you doing?

What's got into you?

Fliora, Fliora,|little silly Fliora!

Did I shock you, boy?

Not again!

Don't be angry.

Are you starting again?

What's that?

It must be the beavers howling.|I guess, I broke their dam.

Everybody's howling today.

Look.

That's the one that's always flying.

- Want me to shoot it down?|- Hey, don't! Give it back!

One...

Two, three...

Glasha...

Glasha.

Come on, hurry! Hurry!

Glasha.

Tomorrow, Mom is going to be|reaI happy.

I'll hide all of us.

I know where.

You'll see my funny sisters.

Then we'll find Kossatch's|detachment.

Wait a minute.

Mom!

They're not here. It's alright.|Sit down.

They're gone.

Still warm. That's great.

Eat. Mom made it.

I know where they are. Let's go.

What an idiot!

Let's go!

That's where they all are.

Come on, let's go!

It's right down here. Let's run!

They're here!

They've gone to the island!|They're here!

Glasha!

They're back there, not here!

No, they're not here!|They're dead!

They were all killed!|All of them! Dead!

They're not! They're here!

Glasha!

His family have all been killed!

He's led me into the bogs!

He's deaf!|He's crazy!

He's gone mad! He can't hear!

He's taking me to the bogs!

His whole family have been killed!

Fliora, my dear child!|They killed your mother and sisters!

Didn't I tell you...

Didn't I tell you not to dig...

Dead to the last one...

To the very last one...

Poured gasoline over me...

I burned...

I ran... I caught up with them...

I begged them...

to kill me...

They just laughed...

Didn't I tell you not to dig?

Fliora!

Alright?

Why do you give him a nose?|He got syphilis.

- Yes, and only one arm.|- And no balls.

Yeah, his dong was already ripped off|in the last war.

If you capture him,|what would you do to him?

We once caught a horse thief.

And our men put him bare-ass|on an ant hill!

Even better, his bare ass on a red-hot|skillet that ain't been greased!

Ask the women|what to do with him.

Shall I stick the ears on?

Go ahead, let him hear all|we say about him.

You got very soft hair.

Soft like a baby's hair.

Now he's ready.|Isn't that right?

Cover him with sh*t!

Where am I going to get it,|with everybody going hungry?

- At least rip out his tongue.|- Put warts on him!

I've made five of them already.

- Have you finished, guys?|- That's it. He's ready.

This one's not going to do any more|shouting! Let's go!

Bastard! Son of a whore!

We'll bring it back. Don't worry.

When we come back, it'll be yours.

Why are you making a sick guy|of him? He's pretty strong.

You can go along, if you want.|To hunt, the wolf walks on his paws.

I know where there's a nice little|warehouse. Come on!

Dear sons,|you won't abandon us?

What do you think we are,|degenerates?

What do you want us to bring you?|You orderjust like at the canteen.

- Bread!|- Salt!

- Milk, please!|- Potatoes!

Get us some bread,|that'd be a hell of a good thing.

You never knew it would end up|like this. You couldn't know.

Fliora, look at me.

Go on, tell him that we'll be waiting.

No. It's all my fault.

Big, round and bright.

They can see us a mile away|on a night like this.

Hey, you frog, stop your croaking!

Go on, you runners! You're not|snuggling in a woman's tits tonight.

Carry me, if you're so smart!

Well? Was that your big warehouse|attack?

Oh, my legs!|Why don't you carry my ass?

How could I know they'd be here?

Went for a booty,|came back robbed.

It serves you right, you good-for-|nothings!

You got your mouths watering!|A warehouse!

Why the hell did you drag that psycho|along?

The Germans were right behind us.|They tried to take him away.

If it hadn't been for him,|we wouldn't all be here.

You'd be back in Bobruisk,|in your kerosene shop.

Gleb would be|in his Leningrad swamp.

You know, back home in Slutsk, we had|a guy who made vodka out of soap.

What are you always laughing at?

They asked a guy with a hump:|"How come your back's all round?"

He says:
"That's 'cause my chest|caves in!"

- You're a hopeless optimist.|- He should be cured of that.

As for crying, there's already enough|crying in the world.

So she says, "If I'd known all that,|I'd never have given birth to you. "

Charge it!

This guy ain't going to holler|no more!

Come on, hurry!

Don't tickle me, or my fart|is going to flatten Europe!

The deviI is not so black|as his SS shits.

I'd like to watch that!

Right. Let's go.

If you're so generous,|why don't you drop tobacco!

"Kill the Bolshevik kikes.

Smash a brick in their ugly mugs. "

That's all?

Sent planes to deliverjust that?

Hey, Jews!

Stand up! March on!

Well? Shall we try one more time?

Or like Roubej says, "Stay right on|my heels as trouble won't be far".

Do we go?

Maybe we'll wait till night?

Back there, people are starving,|and we're doing nothing.

Go on! Move! The Germans are|in a hurry! Don't slow'em down!

Damn!

Let's go! Come on!

Where you going?

There you are. We haven't seen|you for a while.

How can we manage without you?

The only reason you fly over us|is to drop your little gifts.

How about a motorcycle|with a side-car?

Haven't ridden in one|for a long time!

Get down!

They get drunk up there,|and we return the empties!

Hold it, dad.|You'll finish it later.

Who is it?.. Who's there?..

- Quiet! Are you in the police?|- And who are you, guys?

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