Leningrad Page #3

Disperse!

Get away!

Stop, please, stop it!

Idiots! Are you blind?

Hunger made you mad?

It's a bomb!

Back off, stop! Get away!

Quit dreaming!

Do you really think the

Germans would drop sugar?

Why?

It's a bomb! You'll die!

Gone.

All my makeup, stolen...

Anastasia Andreevna...

I know, I know...

They are using it to fry food.

They eat lipstick, right?

Well, they've eaten it all.

As our director, please, tell me...

why they don't just evacuate us?

I went to the headquarters.

We are the last working

theater in the city.

Apparently, Party Headquarters

needs us as a symbol.

A symbol of what?!

Fine, I'll evacuate myself.

Any General can have me.

If you refuse, write to Zhdaniv.

I'll write to Stalin himself!

One symbol to another!

Hi.

See? Even Spaniards visit us.

Like life goes on.

Help her, I promised.

Give her a job.

Please, help, help my father!

Ageeva, stay with him!

Okay!

If we must burn something...

Yura and I decided to

start with the Germans.

He is a sort of our genius.

They wrote it in the Leningrad Pravda.

A treasure is found

in Griboedov district.

That's my Yura.

If it weren't the war,

he would be a chess master.

At twelve years old.

He didn't redeem his coupons.

He lay on the couch all day.

Even though the mother of Nina

took me to the bread queue.

Good thing I redeemed mine.

Hello, I'm Kate.

Hello, I'm Sima.

Yura is a genius, of course,

but he is very weak.

I'm strong. I used to

go to the ballet school.

Ballet school?

Sima, come here.

This is for you for tomorrow.

This is for you for today.

This is for Yura for tomorrow.

You hear?

This is for Yura for today.

Go and give it to him.

Wait...

Give it back.

This is for you too.

Go and give it to Yura.

Mom, too many for me.

Do what I said!

Oh, no! Come, sit down!

Swollen. I drink water all the time.

Mother is right.

I'm letting everybody down.

You must never ever say such

a thing about yourself again.

You'll recover, Yura!

You'll be a chess champion.

Hey, something out

about your chessboard.

Are you missing a man?

No.

Perhaps, that is an extra one?

Chocolate!

Real chocolate!

Go ahead! Eat it!

You'll be all right, Yura!

I promise.

You'll be all right.

Where have you been? I've got

to get back to the barracks.

Up at Sonya's house.

Saw her children.

Here, our Soviet vodka.

I saved it from before the siege.

Drink! It's a must! Bottoms up!

And what is that to celebrate?

It's your birthday today.

Oh, no! My birthday is in July.

Check your refugee ID.

When I filled it up,

I made up the date.

Today I noticed it. A birthday!

Time for gifts!

What have you done!

I do not tell you. You have to look.

Reporter? Then write!

Happy birthday!

We are using all the

kerosene and candles!

A holiday is a holiday!

Now, tell me about men.

Men?

They have two arms and

two legs, make that three.

I mean being with them.

Loving, kissing, physical mechanics.

Physical mechanics?

Love is not funny.

It is when I do it.

Recognize it?

Show me how to make the guys ruled.

Tell me about your Mr. Parker.

Mr. Parker...

I think, he must have had

about thousand of women.

In the bed?

He just seems to know how to do.

How to touch you, so the electricity

just run through your body.

How to hold you, how to caress you.

And then how to undress you.

Slowly... slowly...

And then?

And then you just stop thinking.

Your realize that there is no shame.

You can do anything. With him.

Your bodies belong

to you both at once.

And nobody needs to tell you

a thing. You've known it all along.

You just need to take

it in. It's yours.

He is yours.

Do you know, that you are

not going to see him again?

Ever.

You are not getting out of here.

No one is getting out of here.

Neither of us.

This blockade will never end.

Mr. Parker?

Mr. Parker.

Please forgive us.

We went for a walk.

We weren't expecting you so soon.

I took an earlier train.

I'm Priscilla Davis.

Kate's stepmother.

Very nice to meet you.

This is Kate's father...

Grevitsky, Alexei Valerianovich.

Yes, the famous Russian

White Guard general.

We don't have to hide it anymore...

since Katya is no longer with us.

Kate's mother. She died before the

revolution very young in Switzerland.

Where Kate was born

and spent her early years.

When Aleksey's army was

defeated by the Bolsheviks...

they stopped in England.

Kate was ten.

Not a penny to their own.

So, Aleksey wrote

his renown memoirs...

and I edit it, and help

him get them published.

We've been together ever since.

Kate became a real English women.

She even took my surname Davis.

This was a necessary precaution,

because we worked hard for years...

to make sure that the KGB never

guessed who his daughter truly was.

It was important to her. Because

she knew, that sooner or later...

in spite of everything, she

would get back to Russia again.

I receive it from London at night.

She was an English woman

from head to toe.

But her homeland was Russia.

That's where she was born

and that's where she died.

As usual, Parker

creates a sensation.

Grevitsky, Alexei Valerianovich.

Nobleman, committed monarchist.

Lieutenant General

of the White Guard.

Fought us to the end.

And dear father to our

"so very British" Kate Davis.

We checked through all the channels.

She cleared highest security.

And we missed her anyway.

Missed her or...

Or what?

Think, Chigasov.

Or British intelligence

outwitted us.

Accurate.

Hold on.

Aren't you on duty?

Where are you going running?

I got some food for my mother.

Liar, every day will

running somewhere.

Mother, or a girlfriend?

Mother, or a girlfriend? Speak!

Please, Kolya... Kiss me...

Go, Go.

State security called me.

A journalist who fled

of your motorcycle.

Old General Grevitsky, heard of him?

Yes, sir, my father

faced in the civil war.

And he's the father of your

phony English journalist.

What?

Accurate. White Army,

the enemy of the people.

So I'm thinking now,

if this daughter didn't die...

someone has been

helping her stay alive.

Maybe, out of ignorance.

Why not learn who is dealing.

But now that someone knows...

They would be a traitor

to the Motherland.

And can only blame themselves.

Katya, where are you?

Sonya!

It was smaller audience today.

Everyone seems to have lost hope.

And you, Sonya?

Do you still have hope?

I know, we'll break the siege soon.

It's that why are you keep

taking from Yura's ration.

What?

And secretly add to your daughter's.

Are you seeing things?

Yes, I punished Yura once, but...

It's not just once. And you know it.

I give Sima. From mine too,

almost all of it.

Yes! But it's your choice!

Yura has nothing to do with it!

Yura will die anyway and so will I.

And you too most likely.

But Sima has a chance.

And you! Who are you

to say this to me?

What can you do for Yura

except lying to him?

What?

What are you talking about?

I don't know what you promised him,

chocolates every day or just a miracle.

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