The Cranes Are Flying Page #2

- Probably.

Grandma, here...

Wait.

Tomorrow when you get up,

take this to her...

- What is it?

- Her birthday present.

And help her.

After all, it's war...

Please, be kind to her.

And what if I die?

You don't have the right...

...especially now,

with so many secrets to protect.

- Well, suppose I do...

- Come on...

Quiet now, Grandma.

That's Veronika!

No, it's just Irina.

Thank heaven, you've come.

- Boris!

- Yes?

Come over here.

You're 25 years old

and you behave like a fool.

What are we, children? What is it?

Are we playing hide and seek?

Are you starved for adventures?

What kind of a man are you?

Where's Irina and Mark?

Irina is making coffee,

Mark went out for wine.

Coffee, wine...

What kind of send-off is that?

Irina! Bring that thing

from the medicine chest.

Boris, come over here.

- Where is Veronika?

- She'll be here.

- But where's she?

- She's busy.

She's supposed to be here.

Her fiance is going away.

I'm not her fiance.

- What are you then?

- Just a friend...

- That sounds suspicious...

- I don't mean that way, Dad.

- Then what do you mean?

- Look, give me a break.

Why do you put pressure on him?

- Here's the alcohol.

- Have it diluted.

I got some port wine.

Drink it yourself.

We'll have a more robust drink.

Well, are we all here?

Let's sit down.

It's Veronika.

Aren't you going to welcome her,

friend?

At last!

Is Boris home?

We're from the factory.

Please, come in.

I thought it was the fiancee.

- We've come from the factory.

- What about the presents?

- Sorry. This one's yours.

- Yes... Thank you.

On behalf of the Factory Committee...

Comrade Boris, you must fight

to the last drop of your blood.

Smash the accursed fascists...

...and we, in the factory, will fulfil

and overfulfil our quotas.

We've heard all that before.

You'd better join us

and drink to my son, Boris.

Well, I suppose...

...life in this world of ours

is not yet...

...what we would like it to be.

Now you're going to war, Boris...

- Let's drink.

- To you.

What about Grandma?

We saw my brother off last night.

My mother was crying...

- What about you?

- I was too.

- On whose behalf, the committee's?

- I wasn't thinking about that.

There's no one to see off in our

family, we have 3 girls and Mom.

It's somewhat embarrassing...

I feel left out...

Yes, and when they come back,

you'll really envy us.

The trouble is, not all of them

will be coming back.

For those who don't,

a magnificent monument...

...with their names inscribed in gold.

Irina, don't just sit there.

Fill the glasses.

And you folks in the rear,

fulfil and overfulfil!

Now, Grandma, don't forget.

Mark, stay with Dad.

He'll be all right.

I'll see you off.

About face!

Platoon, forward march!

Take it, Grandma!

- Boris!

- Mamma!

- I won't see him again.

- I'm sorry, Mamma.

Drink it. You'll feel better.

- Where are you going?

- To the hospital.

But you aren't on call now.

Varvara Kapitonovna,

I've got to see Boris...

He's gone.

- Gone? Where?

- To report for the Army.

- Oh, no!

- Come in.

- Where was he supposed to report?

- I don't know.

What is it?

It's from Boris. For your birthday.

There's a note inside.

- Where's the note?

- Why? Isn't it there?

It's not.

Maybe it fell?

Maybe he forgot in a hurry.

- Forgot?

- He'll write to you.

Where were you?

- Where's Boris gone?

- It's the schoolyard near the park.

Calm down, she'll be here.

It would be quite a job

finding someone in this crowd.

What are you doing?

Write to me. Write every day.

Didn't I tell you to ship

the cauliflower?

An airplane is high above,

Over the roofs it's droning.

It's my sweetheart sends his love

From his sky-high soaring.

It was used to be before

That he saw me to my door.

Now it's been quite a turn-off:

I'm the one to see him off!

Don't forget to write

your Army Post Office number.

- Cheer up, pug-nose!

- We'll wait till you come back.

Goodbye, Boris! Take care!

Fall in!

She will come.

Boris! Boris!

Dress!

Attention!

Forward march!

Boris!

That's my little chicken!

Boris! Boris!

Grandma... Nothing?

He hasn't written to me either.

- Any news?

- No.

Oh, this damn war!

We'll have to keep going somehow.

Have you decided about a job?

I'm starting at the war factory

tomorrow.

Air-raid alert!

Air-raid alert!

Hurry on to the subway.

I've got to finish this.

Go get your things.

- Where's the knapsack?

- It's over there.

I won't go without you.

If it gets bad, we'll run down.

Go on, now.

Be careful in the subway!

She's so frightened, poor thing.

Aren't you?

When I know that Veronika's

safe and you're with me...

...I'm not such a coward.

The filthy murderers!

We'll get back at you, you wait!

He's not writing to me.

Oh, he must have written.

It's just the mail.

All clear!

The air raid has been terminated.

Let's go!

Here's where I live now.

If you decide to work with us,

call me at the factory.

- I will.

- Goodbye.

Get down here! Come back!

What's the matter? Are you crazy?

I'm sorry.

Veronika, you can stay with us

from now on.

You can have Boris' room.

Mark will move in with Fedya...

That's it.

Mark, she'll need some attention

to keep her from brooding.

Irina and I are so busy

at the hospital.

I'll do what I can, Uncle Fedya.

I promised Boris.

- Is it agreed?

- Um-hmm.

Is this the factory?

May I speak to Kuzmin?

He was drafted, too?

Excuse me, has anyone heard

from Boris Borozdin?

If it weren't for this damn war...

...I'd be playing this

in the Tchaikovsky Hall.

For you.

Veronika!

Let's go to the subway.

- I'm not going.

- Don't be silly. Come on.

- Are you afraid?

- For you.

Come with me.

I'm not afraid of anything.

- Veronika, let's go to the subway!

- No, I'm not going.

- Stop it! You've gone crazy!

- I'm not going!

I love you.

No.

- I love you!

- No! No! No!

- I love you!

- No! No! No!

- I love you!

- Go away!

- I love you!

- No! No! No!

It's stupid to get surrounded like this.

- Stepan, quit whining.

- Who's whining? I'm not.

The captain said we might be

able to break out by tonight.

Yeah, that's what he says.

Sachkov!

Where'd you find that rookie?

In the incubator.

He's our reinforcements.

Now we'll break through for sure.

Is that a way to talk about

a married soldier?

I got yoked in my last year of school.

The result of too much of education.

You're funny. Laughed yourselves

right into a trap, I guess.

- Volodya, you really married?

- I said it to sound important.

- Borozdin!

- Yes?

You'll go on a reconnaissance mission.

You got to find the best place

for us to break through tonight.

- Turn in your documents.

- Yes, sir.

Hey, Sachkov! Take this, will you?

Why don't we rest?

And have a smoke.

Is she always laughing like that?

She probably thinks we're all dead.

Let me see that beauty.

Hey, that's the soldier's life for you!

- You're here, and she...

- And she what?

Hey, let me try that thing.

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