The Cranes Are Flying Page #5

Are you from Boris?

No, I'm by myself.

I have to see Fyodor Ivanovich.

- Won't you sit down?

- Thanks.

Fyodor Ivanovich should be

here in a few minutes.

- May I go out?

- All right.

- Is he yours?

- Yes, he's mine.

He looks like you.

Are you a relative of the Borozdins?

Not really.

Well, I've done all the fighting

I'll ever do.

Going home?

Not yet.

Leningrad's still blockaded.

- Yeah, I'm in a spot.

- Why?

I guess there's no harm in telling

you because you're not the family.

But how do you tell a man

his son was killed?

- Where did it happen?

- Near Smolensk.

What do you want me to play?

I don't care.

Tell me, did you see him buried?

No.

I was put on a stretcher

and taken to a hospital...

...and he was with a friend of his,

Stepan.

Stepan...

I've got to find his girl now.

He was really in love with her.

I'm the girl.

Come to see us when you're

in Moscow, Volodya.

Thanks very much. I will.

The war's over.

It's strange, isn't it?

And you're still waiting?

I am. One must always

keep on hoping.

What's the use of waiting?

I saw it with my own eyes.

What did you see? You saw him

wounded? You saw him fall?

You didn't see him die.

But if he's alive,

why hasn't he written to you?

Anything could happen. Stepan

hasn't written to anyone either.

They know at the factory that

he was in some Special Operations.

Dasha promised to let me know

when he's back.

Boris is alive. He's alive.

Look!

The victors are coming!

Kolia, darling, you're back!

Boris!

Veronika!

Stepan!

The flowers... For you.

Well? What?

You see...

Well...

My darling!

Dear mothers,

fathers, brothers and sisters!

The happiness of our reunion

is boundless.

The heart of every Soviet citizen...

...sings with joy...

...the joy of victory!

We have all waited

for this happy moment.

We dreamed of it in the darkest

hours of our struggle.

But we'll never forget those who

lie silent on the battlefield.

Years will pass,

our cities will rise again,

...and our wounds may one day

be forgotten.

Let one thing remain in our hearts,

a cold hatred of war!

We deeply feel the grief of those...

...who cannot meet

their loved ones today.

We must all take a vow

to keep our promise...

...that sweethearts will never again

be parted by war...

...that mothers may never again

fear for their children...

...that our brave fathers may not

stealthily swallow their tears.

We have won and remained alive,

not for destruction...

...but to build a new life!

Don't just stand there. Give

the flowers to whoever they're for.

Thank you very much, sister.

Oh, what a darling!

What a chubby little darling!

Look, look, the cranes are flying

over Moscow!

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