Vorona i lisitsa, kukushka i petukh Page #3

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Germans! Hide!

Fascists!

Only three of them. One is injured and

there is a woman, must be the nurse.

Give me the gun. One's an officer. We'll

take him prisoner and get the credit!

There are no bullets.

What?! I am telling you,

Germans, fascists.

I'm not fighting,

and there's nothing to fight with.

They'll come over the hill,

and we'll be stuck out in the open.

Give me the gun!

Well, I'll take it by force then.

If it wasn't for the concussion,

I'd take you out!

I took people like you like that!

- The war's over for me.

- Let me go! I am in pain!

Do you understand? Over!

I want to live a different life. Study...

Generals, lieutenants...

I'm a man like you!

I want to live, not to fight!

Why are you screaming?

I thought you were a cuckoo,

a condemned sniper...

...but you're just a coward.

You were crafty,

throwing me in the fire.

Up all night with a bird...

...but still got some strength left!

Try to behave at least in front of her.

Your face is all dirty too.

Looks like you understood nothing.

I told you that my war is over!

Do you understand? Over!

If you want to fight

and kill your own kind, go on!

The world's not perfect,

but life's no worse for that.

Perhaps you've

never lived, Gerlost?

Always fighting, and you

don't know anything else?

Seems like a man's last moments...

...multiply his capability to see beauty.

I'd like to write poems, music...

...even though I don't know how.

I'm off, Gerlost.

You haven't understood me,

and I haven't understood you.

More strength than you

know what to do with?

Then come help me.

She wants help.

Let's go.

I've seen such machines.

They never flew here, though.

What's happened?

It didn't blow up.

Must have run out of fuel.

Something white was around it.

I'm going there. Come with me.

Stay here.

The infusion helped Gerlost.

He's marching along happily now.

Here, read it. Probably asking you

to give yourself up.

Gerlost!

Finland's out of the war!

We're not

fighting each other anymore!

The war's over!

Hello, common sense!

There's a dead pilot here.

Women shouldn't fight.

It's unnatural and painful to see.

Gerlost, I'm not a soldier

and not the enemy.

It says here that the Finns

aren't fighting anymore.

Happy that your people

shot a plane down?

Happy? Hero.

Against these kids,

you're the big hero.

They were dropping leaflets.

We should bury them.

This is your people's work.

And yours, Fritz!

I'm a Finn!

How can I tell you

that I'm not fighting?

The war's over!

Look, Gerlost! I'm going

to break this cursed rifle!

You idiot, Gerlost.

Finland's signed a truce with Russia.

"This serves as a pass home."

Finland's surrendered?

Yes, if it helps you understand...

...that I don't fight anymore.

I surrendered a long time ago.

Come on, lad. Don't die.

Hold on!

I'll carry you back in a flash.

Why can't you listen?

Don't die!

Don't be so quiet. Groan at least.

Let me know you're alive.

Who wounded him?

I shot him by accident.

I thought he wanted to hit me

with the gun.

What happened?

How stupid it was.

It'll be a shame if he dies.

The Finns surrendered.

Maybe the Germans gave in too

and the war's over.

Go get some water!

Go get some water!

He's leaving us.

I can't remember how to keep him

from the land of the dead.

My granny knew how.

She'd turn into a dog...

...and bring him back with her bark.

I'll turn my little finger

into the dying one.

I'll hold his hand firm and turn you

from the path of death!

I'll stop you on the road

to the land of the dead.

Hear the dog howl...

...and come back!

I'll hold you firm and stop

you from leaving your body.

Hear the dog howl!

It protects your hearth.

It calls you back from the path

to the kingdom of the dead!

Hear my howling.

I'm catching up, jumping around you.

I'm biting your hands and legs,

not letting you go on.

Return to your body!

Hear the cry of the dog!

Turn off the road to the dead!

I turn your soul into a floating log!

You're carried by the waves,

I am the wind.

I'm a strong northern wind

carrying you to the shore.

Hear the dog howl on the shore.

I drive you with my hot breath...

...to your body lying on the shore.

Run into your body! Run!

Run into your body!

Run!

I blow your log body to the shore!

I take you by the roots...

...and pull you out!

Spirit, return to the body!

The spirit has returned.

Gerlost, come here!

He's alive.

Come to me. I need warmth

and to feel a man next to me.

Anni, you just rest.

You were banging the drum

and shrieking all night.

I'm not called Anni.

My parents called me "Cuckoo."

People called me "Lame."

My husband called me "Anni."

But my real name's Cuckoo.

Gerlost, come to me.

Thanks, my dear, for everything.

For the bread and salt.

Don't be angry about anything.

You're a good woman.

Thank you, Anni.

What are you waiting for?

I've got a lot to do.

Go. It's not my loss.

This is it, Gerlost.

I'm going that way.

It's a long way, but I'll make it!

Good luck, Gerlost.

My name's Ivan.

Yes, that's what all Russians

are called.

Gerlost Ivan.

And you get lost too.

They parted on that hill.

The snow came early that year.

They left.

One that way, the other

in that direction, to their homes.

They were strong and brave people.

They would have made good hunters.

But the war made them

do bad things...

...and they tired of it.

They understood that

and stopped fighting each other.

They became friends...

...and helped me with the chores.

They always helped each other.

A bad man wounded one of them,

and the other brought him to me.

I tended to his wound

and didn't let him die.

One day, I realized

they wanted to return...

...to where their mothers

had born them.

I sewed them warm clothing

and got food for the journey.

They went to their farmsteads.

And your fathers

were named like you.

Gerlost...

...and Veikko.

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