The North Star

Good morning, my

little honey bees.

Good morning!

Good morning. Good morning.

Good morning, one and all.

Good... Morning!

Good morning!

Anna!

Anna!

Anna!

Where's Pavel Grigorich?

I've come to be your

guest for breakfast.

Stop shouting.

Don't be so young

with the voice.

You'll have to come

back, Comrade Karp.

Grandpa is still asleep.

A new baby came to the

hospital last night,

and then Grandpa came

home and did his writing.

Good morning.

That's not the way you say it.

You say, "a baby came

into the bright world

in the darkest part

of the night."

Don't talk so pretty.

A new baby. Isn't that nice?

What's nice about it?

I -- I'll be back.

You argue too much.

Heep!

Good morning, Grandpa.

Ah. Good morning, my lad.

You should not have

worked all night.

Mm. I had a good night's work.

Did a little writing.

Feel better? Mm-hmm.

Come and have breakfast now.

Oh, dear.

What seems to be the

trouble, Boris Stepanich?

It'll take a better mechanic

than I am to answer that.

The patient is cured, Father.

It's all right now.

Hello, Comrade Karp.

You ever been to Kiev?

Of course.

There was a pretty girl there

who lost her head over me.

Years ago. Oh, of course.

Well, it is the

last day of school.

Tomorrow morning,

we'll be on our way.

It's our vacation, and we're

going to Kiev on a holiday.

That's a nice bus ride.

Not for us. We're hiking.

All the way? Well, of course.

It'll only take us

four or five days.

Only?

Marina is going?

Yes. Marina and

Clavdia and grisha.

My brother -- unfortunately.

Ah, but Marina is

the one who counts.

Have you proposed?

Or does one propose in

these modern times?

Good morning, Papa.

Good morning.

What are you doing, Marina?

I'm baking honey

cakes for the trip.

The cakes have

to be baked now?

You're not leaving

until tomorrow.

Well, it's hard at our age

to remember how

exciting a trip can be.

The planning is half the fun.

A long time ago, this is

the way I wore my hair.

Were you pretty, Mama,

when you were young?

I'm not so old, little one.

Mama's pretty now.

And she's not old.

It's only that

you're so young.

I'm not so young.

There are plenty

who are younger.

Yes. And there always will be.

Sophia, when you go marketing,

remind everybody to come

and help with the

loading of the trains.

Tell them there will

be supper for all

when the work is finished.

I'll tell everybody!

I'll tell everybody!

May I, Papa? May I?

I'll do it on my

way to school.

Please, may I? May I, please?

All right. You tell them.

I'll say there will be

supper for everybody.

Yes.

I'll say there will

be music and singing.

I'll say there

will be dancing,

and I'll say there will

be cider for old people

and fruit drinks for children.

You might also remember to

say there will be work.

Oh.

Yes. I'll say that, too.

"Everybody must

work," I'll say.

No pancakes?

You know what else the comrade

commander said to me?

You have my permission

not to tell me.

"Eat pancakes."

That's what he said.

It has been

recently discovered

that pancakes are fine for

a bombardier's nerves.

That ought to

interest you, Damian.

You're going to be a doctor.

It doesn't interest me.

Don't worry with

those maps, Damian.

I know all the roads.

And when we get to Kiev,

I will show you and your little

friends all there is to see.

Me and my little friends

are still young.

A visit to Kiev

is something that doesn't

happen to us every day.

And don't patronize

us about it.

Be a man of the world in

front of your mirror.

It's better that way.

Mirrors don't talk back.

Hmm!

Most men in the world feel

pleased when they have sons.

I wonder why.

I told you years ago.

Two quiet little girls

would have been very nice.

Well, you can't change us now,

and you wouldn't if you could.

Two healthy, brilliant,

handsome sons.

June 20, 1941, 8:00 A.M.,

broadcasting from moscow.

Be still, both of you.

German troop movements are

reported on the Polish border.

Their nature is unknown.

Reports reach us of

a typhus epidemic

in the German-occupied

city of Warsaw.

London was bombed twice last

night by the Luftwaffe.

In the Polish city of Lodz,

112 Polish children died

this morning as a result

of being made to give blood

transfusions to German wounded.

Children. Taking blood from...

Here's a report from a

reliable source in --

goodbye, now.

Goodbye, sweetheart.

Goodbye, Papa. Bye, baby.

Goodbye, Papa.

Bye, Mama. Bye, dear.

Come on, Clavdia!

You'll be late!

You're my brother,

not my guardian.

Mind your business.

Good morning, Clavdia.

Good morning, Marina.

You're early.

Oh! You know I never

eat breakfast.

You always look so clean.

You're no cleaner than I am.

Maybe not as clean.

And hair is curly.

Your hair looks nice.

Oh, it's as straight as wheat.

And don't try to console me.

Well, well.

The last day of school

is a happy day.

Even I remember.

Oh, no. No?

We're very sorry

it's the last day.

My first words will

be to congratulate

our three pupils

in the last class

who have all been

awarded scholarships

to the state

University of Kiev.

One of those three has

taken the highest marks

of any pupil in this

year's senior graduating class.

He is Damian Taratsa.

It is not my custom to start

your vacation with a lecture.

But this is the summer

of 1941, a solemn time.

No one of us knows

what will happen.

I don't have to remind you

that we are people

with a noble history.

You are expected to

carry on that history

with complete devotion

and self-sacrifice.

I think you'll do that.

And now... Have a happy summer.

From great moscow to

the farthest border

From the black sea

to the sea of white

There is peace where

once there was disorder

There is dawn where

once was blackest night

Not a voice but

sings in exultation

Not a heart but

beats for liberty

Side by side, the

peoples of our nation

Build a world where

man is ever free

Soviet lands will

give to us forever

Free of fear or strife

To be worthy is

our one endeavor

As a live a new

and glorious life

You know, Marina...

I-I can't explain it, but,

well, I-I almost wish

we weren't having

this supper tonight.

Oh, goodness knows

I usually love it.

But -- but it

interferes, really,

with the trip, if you

know what I mean.

Too many good things at once.

Mm. I felt it, too.

I didn't want

anything to happen.

Just the trip. Nothing else.

Oh, well. We really won't

celebrate tonight.

We'll just eat supper and act

like it was any other evening

and we were home

with the family.

You know what? I'm not

going to sing tonight.

Even if everyone asks

me, I won't sing.

And don't you sing either.

Mnh-mnh.

Loading time at last is over

Loading time at last is over

Let the workers mingle

Let the locomotive labor

While we dance and

join our neighbor

Clavdia, Clavdia,

take it easy

Kolya likes her thinner

If to him you

want to live up

Every day you've got to

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