The Cranes Are Flying Page #3

- Hold it, will you, Sachkov?

- Certainly.

Not bad for a first try.

Stop that!

- Aren't you ashamed?

- No, sir.

- Five days under arrest!

- Yes, sir.

- You both go on a reconnaissance.

- Why?

Turn in your papers!

Boris, here.

On account of her?

- I'd say she was worth it.

- She sure is!

However, we must maintain discipline!

You hear that? Discipline...

Stepan, keep this.

Be careful, don't lose it.

We...

We'll get married, Uncle Fedya.

Oh, I forgot.

There's some sausage left.

- Keep your head down!

- Stop ordering around!

Let's get out of here

before they get wise.

- If you're scared, run.

- Come on, you idiot!

Hey! Musician! Are you deaf?

Why the devil I've got tied up with him?

What's wrong with you?

Can you hear me?

- Go on. I want to rest for a while.

- Are you wounded? Hold on to me.

- Leave me alone.

- I tell you, get up!

Now hang on, hold tight.

This way's no good.

I'll have to carry you.

Come on, leave me here.

Are you still sore

because I punched you?

- You were just lucky, otherwise...

- Shut up, we'll talk later.

Here we go... Are you all right?

Hold on, friend.

It's only a little way to the woods.

We'll be safe there.

I'm winded. Let's rest a bit.

It's a little quieter here.

How are you?

It's hard to breathe.

Hold on, we'll have to

get you married yet.

Hey, buddy! What's the matter

with you? What's wrong?

Forgive me, friend, forgive me...

It's my fault... Forgive me...

friend...

Hey, somebody! Help!

Help! Help!

Can you hear me, Boris?

Are you hit? Are you hit, Boris?

It's nothing, I am just...

The Soviet Information Bureau

reports that...

...there were no important changes...

...on the front in the past 24 hours.

No news is good news.

Families evacuated with Plant 326...

...will be quartered

on Vosstaniya Street.

Comrades, report here, please.

- Irina, help me with the wounded.

- I'll get an orderly.

Everybody off!

Siberia!

We can't run much farther.

Poor Mother Russia!

Attention, please! Chief of Army

Hospital, Comrade Borozdin,

...please report to the military

commandant at once.

Maybe we'll find peace here at last.

Out of the way, the evacuated.

Your stove is smoking.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Save your dreaming till the war is over.

Where are you going?

To the hospital. I'm on duty.

She wanders around like a ghost,

all nerves.

The poor thing is waiting for a letter.

From whom? Her husband's not

up at the front like ours.

She's not waiting for any letter.

- D'you have the 2nd shift at school?

- Yes.

Cranes like ships,

Sailing up in the sky...

I can't get those silly verses

out of my head.

There she is!

- Who?

- The mail carrier.

If I can count up to 50,

there'll be a letter for me.

- One, two, three, four...

- Stop it, Veronika.

...eight, nine, ten, eleven,

twelve, thirteen, fourteen...

- Fifteen, sixteen...

- Veronika, this is madness.

- Nineteen, twenty...

- Stop it!

Forty-seven, forty-eight...

- Good morning!

- Good morning!

Sorry, nothing for you.

Here you are.

- Lebedeva?

- That's me.

- Paliukaitis?

- Nothing.

From my eldest.

From the Ukrainian Front.

I didn't know Boris.

But everyone says what a fine,

talented boy he was.

Was?

Listed as missing in action

doesn't mean he was killed.

Of course not.

I just didn't put it right.

- What's wrong, Veronika?

- I'm dying, Anna Mikhajlovna.

Come on, Veronika. You poor child.

I've lost everything.

You have your whole life

before you, Veronika.

I don't want it!

What's it good for?

You must forget the past.

It is human nature to forget.

I don't want to forget.

I don't need it.

But you can't go on tormenting

yourself for your mistakes.

I should do it. All my life.

You teach history.

You're a wise woman.

Tell me what's the meaning of life?

The meaning of life?

Maybe it's in...

- Did Tyernov get here yet?

- Not yet.

Wow, I'm really famished!

Try to be nice to Tyernov

when he comes, please.

He makes me ill.

I feel exactly the same way,

but after all he's my boss.

That gives you a reason

to lick his boots?

Please, Veronika, this can't go on.

You're always so irritable,

always criticizing.

Tell me,

how can I make you happy?

Just disappear.

Come in, it's open.

Come in!

Mark, pardon my invasion.

Not at all. It's a pleasure.

Here, let me take that.

Did you see the paper? The Germans

have advanced in the Caucasus.

Yes, it's awful.

But we'll show them

what we're made of yet!

Please make yourself comfortable.

It's warm here.

Your place is nice and cozy.

My wife and children are in

Tashkent, so I'm kind of homeless.

- Good day, Veronika.

- Hello.

- Where are you going, darling?

- To the hospital. I'm on duty.

Bundle up. It's very cold.

I admire your wife.

She's so honest...

She must be very happy with you.

- I was looking for you at the Philharmonic.

- Was there a concert?

No. But are you going

to the birthday party tonight?

I might.

- What are you giving her?

- What can I give her?

The war! Yes, this war.

It's nothing gorgeous, of course,

but tie a little trifle to it...

...and Antonina will be pleased.

It's wonderful! What do I owe you?

- It's really nothing, forget it.

- Thank you very much.

Mark, can you do me a favor?

- Is someone up there?

- No.

Could you get some drugs for me...

...from Fyodor Ivanovich?

Fine job, Irina. He'll pull through.

I hope so.

It would be downright mean

of him not to.

Irina,

you should have been a man!

I'm doing all right as a girl.

Veronika! What are you doing

here so early?

The clock was fast.

Poor girl...

I can't forgive her for

what she did to Boris.

New patients again!

I told them I have no more room.

I'm running a hospital,

not a barrel of herrings!

- Are these from Kalach?

- From Stalingrad.

Some from the front line,

others from the hospitals.

No place for us here, either.

Don't worry, they'll find room.

I'll take 80 men.

The rest will have to go

to other hospitals.

Let's see now...

Please give my regards to Sergey...

...Fyodor, Vassily, Aunt Maria...

...Agraphyona, Catherine, Barbara...

...Nikolai, Catherine...

- You already said Catherine.

- That's another one.

- Don't you want to explain it?

- They'll figure it out.

So, Zinaida, Antonina, Kuzma...

Nurse!

- What do you want, Vorobyov?

- Never mind. Nurse!

- He wants a potty.

- I'll give it to him.

Thanks.

That's beautiful music!

Turn it up a little louder,

will you please?

Shut up your music!

Turn it down! You hear me?

Who was that shouting?

- Who was it?

- I did, so what? I did.

- Zakharov, what's wrong?

- Leave me alone!

He's gone berserk. He got bad news

from home this morning.

His girl just got married to

a friend of his, b*tch.

He hasn't had a bite to eat.

Try to see what you can do, nurse.

Those broads are worse than

fascists, aiming right in the heart.

You must try to eat.

It's the only way to get well.

I don't want to get well!

I just want to croak!

Get the doctor.

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