Sibiriada Page #4

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- You can't go farther than Siberia.

He won't get away from me.

I'll wait and get him.

Why are you staring like that?

What is it?

You'd better stay here.

Who lives among his own

has the strength of two.

You crazy, Granddad?

You want me mold away my sunny

youth in your swamps?

So long.

Be seeing you one of these days,

unless you drop dead.

NIKOLAI USTYUZHANIN,

A BOLSHEVIK. 1897-1932

FELL VICTIM TO THE VILLAINOUS

HAND OF A CLASS ENEMY

You live in Yelan?

What?

- I asked you if you live in Yelan.

- Yeah.

I've come 5,000 kilometers

to get here...

- Swans?

- No, geese.

They're geese.

Geese.

VILLAGE OF YELAN

I went to Sochi, then to... Tuapse.

The Black Sea is a great thing.

Restaurants every night, music...

Girls...

The tango...

- What?

- Tango, that's how a dance is called.

- Do you know how to dance?

- No.

You want me to teach you?

Come here.

Come closer.

Closer still, you have to be in my

arms. And you hold on to me, this way.

- This is no tango.

- I know it is.

- No, it isn't the tango.

- Sure it is.

It isn't the tango!

It isn't!

No, it isn't!

It isn't the tango!

You're just an ignorant country

wench!

All right, teach me.

I know it's the tango.

Don't grab me!

Why are you clinging to me?

This is a dance.

...On the twenty-second of June...

Fascist Germany attacked

the Soviet Union.

- What?

- Who attacked?

- When?

- We beat the Germans before!

You have no radio?

I've got a detector,

but it doesn't work.

We live at the end of the world here.

It's war.

We've been at war for three weeks now.

Wait!

Wait for me!

Have we taken Berlin?

I want to join up. Put me on the list.

Sign me on.

You're too young, son.

Open up your eyes.

I'll be of age... very soon.

Just sign me on.

Go on.

Make way!

Alyosha!

Alyosha!

Taya!

- Will you come back?

- Will you be waiting for me?

Will you be here waiting for me?

I'll wait for you for the rest

of my life!

Oh, children, children...

END OF FILM ONE:

MOSFILM:

SIBERIADE-II

A POEM:

Written by V. YEZHOV

A. MIKHALKOV-KONCHALOVSKY

Director of Photography

L. PAATASHVILI

Production Designers

N. DVIGUBSKY, A. ADABASHYAN

Music by

E. ARTEMYEV

Directed by

A. MIKHALKOV-KONCHALOVSKY

Captain!

Water...

There you are...

I've been calling you for two hours.

You could've answered!

Water!

Here. Drink this.

Cut it out!

You drink or I'll leave you here.

I'll leave you here to die.

Let me bandage you up.

Hold in your guts.

I'll put them back in.

- Or you'll lose them on your way.

- You drink vodka, soldier?

I drink whatever I can get,

but champagne is what I like.

If we make it...

- I'll give you a case of champagne.

- Sure, we're going to make it.

We'll make it.

We're surrounded, Captain.

The hell I know now where our men

are, or where the Germans are.

Captain! You alive or dead?

Water.

Water.

They're ours...

They're ours!

They're ours!

Comrade Member of the Military

Council! Philip!

- A very serious wound.

- But he's alive!

He has a very serious

abdominal wound.

He's alive...

- Who was it?

- Sorry, I don't understand.

Who saved him?

We have a boy, Ustyuzhanin, a private.

He dragged him alone for two days.

Ustyuzhanin!

Ustyuzhanin!

Come here!

Come here!

Alexei Nikolayevich,

Alexei Nikolayevich...

Do you know...

who is the man you saved?

Your country won't forget

what you did.

Take care!

Serving the Soviet Union!

"OUR MOTHERLAND WELCOMES

BACK HER VICTORIOUS SONS"

Oh, my beauty,

My beauty of a girl.

It was innocent,

It blossomed in spite of all.

Beauty blossomed

On an early spring day.

Clouds gathered now

All over me anyway.

ALEXEI, SON OF NIKOLAI

THE 1960s

Starring N. MIKHALKOV

L. GURCHENKO

I. OKHLUPIN, S. SHAKUROV

R. MIKABERIDZE, V. LARIONOV

and P. KADOCHNIKOV

as Eternal Grandfather

Hey, Alexei! You never told me

you had all those medals!

Well, Tofik, I was always too modest.

If you're so modest, how come you're

wearing all that now?

How long is it since you were home,

in Baku?

- Over two years.

- I haven't been here for 20 years.

Yelan is my home.

Get up, you lazy good-for-nothings!

Vanya! Vanya!

Vanya! Vanyusha!

Look, we've got beer.

- What beer? Draft beer?

- Right... A whole barrel.

Yourjokes are inhuman.

Alexei, you have a chest full of

medals, but not much authority.

Alright, we'll see...

Watch this.

If you'll just stand aside...

- Vermin!

- Quiet.

- I've got a sore throat.

- You have it every time you get drunk.

Get dressed, we're coming into

my home sweet home.

YELAN:

Wait, men, let me go first.

I have this right!

Vanya, it's my home village! That way

you'll have time to sober up.

Men, there's a reception tonight

in my family's residence.

Sturgeon soup, other delicacies,

and roast duck.

Enjoyed your bath, Alexei?

It's not locked!

You have to push it.

Just push it a little!

What a beautiful work! They're not

made like these even in Baku now.

Let's go, Alexei.

Are you crazy, Tofik?

Ustyuzhanin returns to his village.

With such equipment you want us to

walk on foot? Let them get used to it.

What are you doing?

Why'd you break it, Alexei?

Greetings to my dear compatriots

from the oil men of the Caspian!

- You'll scare them to death!

- Agricultural workers...

the working class of Bashkiria

salute you!

The waves of progress now lap deep

into the Siberian Northlands!

Lots of room to stay for our guys, and

the landladies are no older than 70.

The men'll get a good night's sleep.

Hey, grandma, how about a kiss?

What are you doing, you sons of dogs?

Was it in your way that you ruined it?

They were old-fashioned

doors, anyway.

Good men made those doors...

...Real artists.

They would have stood for centuries

more.

- And you ruined them, scoundrels!

- We'll restore them for you.

We were beginning to think all the

ladies in Yelan were senior citizens.

- Like these new girlfriends of mine.

- You're wrong.

Are you here on holiday?

- Wrong again!

- Really?

Are you really from Yelan?

These are for you, candy, eh?

You go back to your house, Grandma.

So you're a Yelan girl, eh?

- And who do you belong to?

- Not to you, that's for sure.

Who knows? We'll be staying here

for half a year.

- So you're a Solomin?

- How do you know?

It's obvious.

Anyone will tell you that the best

girls in Siberia are Solomin redheads.

And I've come to check it out.

What else do I have to do here?

So let's get acquainted.

Certainly, Alexei.

You know me?

Oh yes, all of us have learned if

a Siberian wolf starts propositioning,

it's Alexei Ustyuzhanin!

- Battalion infirmary, 2nd Front?

- No!

I know. Murmansk, 1953.

- "Caucasus" Restaurant. As cold as

hell. - No!

I give up. When was it?

The Black Sea! 1956.

October Hotel.

No!

That barn over there.

You gave me a tango lesson.

- Raya!

- Taya!

Tofik, come here! Meet Taya!

Taya dear!

Tofik, I'd like you to meet Taya.

My old friend.

Look at her, she has no shame...

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