The Downfall of Berlin: Anonyma Page #2

How did you find me here?

I searched every cellar.

How often?

Often.

The shores are clad in green,

the trees are breathing

freely and deeply

We bravely stride on and on,

towards the final assault

in this war!

Our path was long to reach

this day in May.

It has cost us much

strength and courage.

But now we are free again!

We proudly take our positions.

Greetings, May.

Our soldiers and a few American weapons,

and those would be history.

Yeah.

(Russians cheering)

Yesterday at the water pump,

it was my turn,

a guy approaches me,

two Iron Crosses and one German

Cross in Gold on his chest,

and he gallantly takes the buckets

out of my hands. And I say:

"How do I deserve this honor?"

and he says "We can't give up now"

"because if the Russian

even remotely does to us

"what we did to them

during the last four years,

"in the near future there won't

be any living Germans left."

"In the near future"?

Nobody talks like that.

Hey you Slavs!

We're in Berlin! We made it!

How do you say:
Excuse me,

do you have a dictionary?

I guess he doesn't need a

dictionary for what he wants.

(banging)

Lenchen!

(unintelligible)

Come with us!

Come where?

Lenchen!

During the next few days,

our house was raided day and night.

Lenchen!

One woman hanged herself,

another one was shot to death.

None of us was spared.

Every emotion is dead.

Hey, you from Berlin!

Over here! Upstairs.

What kept you so long?

Berlin is ours.

Germany is ours.

Forever!

Lenchen.

- What have you got there?

- A map.

Move it! Faster.

You go left,

I go right.

Where are you going?

Come to us.

Come.

Wake up, damned of the earth,

who are living in hunger and misery.

Justice is about to burst through

like glowing magma in a volcano.

You just go away, away!

I!

I...

...love...

...you.

Good day.

Please, don't!

My pretty one.

I'll be back.

My pretty one...

I am a young man...

You scared me.

(Music)

We will survive all this,

by any means necessary.

Where to?

We're here.

Who are you looking for?

- Kommandatura?

- Kommandatura.

So where are they now,

our saviors, all the great armies?

In the past, war and dying

was a male exclusive thing.

But those times are long gone.

Damned Russians. Officer, General,

Commander, doesn't matter.

I take everyone,

as high in rank as possible.

From now on,

I will decide who gets me.

No, no. Get out of there, will you?

This is still my bed.

You can protect us from over there

on the couch, see? Protect.

Hm? See.

You don't have to get under my blanket.

Do you understand?

(Russian)

Where is the Major?

Wait.

Hey, Miss.

Who are you looking for?

You, blondie.

Why are you looking so stern?

You!

Could you soap my back, huh?

Who do you want to talk to?

You.

Dismissed.

May I have a seat?

No.

Yesterday our house has been occupied

and many women have been raped.

I know nothing of that.

It is your duty to help us.

Who?

My people...

...or yours?

Me.

That's just a few minutes.

That's nothing to worry about.

(Unintelligible)

It's pointless.

You Russian? Looking what?

Who are you looking for?

Commanding officer?

They are all with their women.

But I can do it too.

Lieutenant, sir.

May I have a word?

Some of the balconies in

our house are mined.

Could you help?

Pity.

Miss!

You, I, evening?

Hm?

I Anatol.

You, I, simple as that, huh?

At this moment I made a vow,

that nothing and nobody would

touch me, no matter what happened.

Come in.

Follow.

That's where I live.

Come on in.

You need to go now, understand?

Go back to your buddies.

Well...

That's my husband.

Don't you understand?

My husband.

You must understand that.

All humans are bad.

I never get what he's saying.

He just won't leave.

What are doing?

That is mahogany.

Relax.

Go into the kitchen.

To the 215th Rifles!

To victory!

To us.

I Charkov!

He's from Charkov.

Charkov! Ah!

I'm industrial accountant in books.

An accountant?

You're kidding me.

I accountant! You accountant!

We accountant!

Everything fine.

That's life, you see?

You, pretty.

Ain't they great guys, those Russians?

They are full of juice and strength.

The f***ing war is really

pissing me off.

True.

When I get back to Charkov,

I'll marry, build a house,

get children.

I am working in the kolkhoz.

and you, I will

take you as my accountant.

Are you a professional soldier?

No...

I, dairy.

Milk! Milk. Cow.

- How very interesting.

- Interesting! Milk and milk.

That's bullshit.

Look at this.

My trophies.

That's nothing.

Here.

THAT is a trophy.

That's not a trophy.

Have a look at this.

That...

...that is a REAL trophy.

An original.

My present to all the ladies.

To kiss and marvel about.

Where toilet?

- The toilet's on the corridor.

- Thanks.

Would you like something to eat?

You.

(Baby screaming)

You fancy my dick?

Doesn't matter which one.

Dick is dick.

Why Russia?

What were you doing there,

you sons of a b*tch?

Why Russia?

That is Major...

afraid I forgot his name already.

He is battalion commander. They don't

have commandants, only commanders.

(widow) Did you know that they study

German as first foreign language?

Well, it needs a war for us to

get this bit of information.

Can I do something for you?

(door slamming)

Hey Mongol. Have you come

all the way from Moscow

just to get some water

for a German woman?

Or is our major bathing in rose essence?

Made in Germany...

I am taking care of the Major.

Go now.

I'll catch up later.

Go.

Go, Mongol, go!

Move it. Faster!

Go, go, go!

Move it already.

Faster.

A bomb hit the garden of the neighbors

and the whole house was rubble.

And it blasted the fattened

sow up till under the roof.

Well, obviously it was spoiled.

Here.

Give it to me.

My apologies...

for my unsuitable behavior.

Dismissed.

(Music)

Berlin is ours.

There.

I have told everybody

that they needed to go.

May I sit down?

Come here.

As you wish.

No?

The raping process continues.

They are everywhere.

In every apartment.

We are Russian property now.

At their service.

But us women, we will need to

keep our mouths shut,

or no man will ever want to touch

us again when this is all over.

Poor Germany.

German fighters:
sit!

Four. Four women.

The whole of Berlin is a brothel.

Here.

That's what I've found.

They've got everything.

They've got jewelry

and money and houses.

And yet they go to war!

Scoundrels.

Enough.

What do I care about them?

Sometimes I think that from now on

I could endure everything imaginable,

as long as it comes from the outside

and not from deep within

my treacherous heart.

I am swell.

And my Russian is improving.

- Is there anyone?

- Nobody.

A welcome committee.

Madam, I brought you a cavalier.

Anatol is a gypsy.

Comes and goes as he pleases.

No protection.

My sun.

Do you think...

Do you think the Fuhrer has forsaken us?

No. Never.

Here.

Is that all?

My head is aching like crazy.

- Where are you going?

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