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Just think of it, Tolstoy in flames!

Dostoevsky in flames, Hegel, Darwin, Marx...

Witches' sabbath! Bald Mountain!

Please tell me, your name is Owl?

What? What Owl?

The kids told to me that we can borrow books

for reading from the Owl.

What, what?

And during the day Owl conducts a history lessons,

and after lessons he sits here and gives out the books.

Wait wait...

Owl...

With glasses, blind, sitting on a perch.

That's me.

Of course, that's me!

So that how you dignify me.

So what do you want from the Owl, girl?

I was going to ask you for reading stuff.

But you were swearing so that I got interested...

And what did you get interested in?

I got interested in who burned the books?

No kid in our class would do this.

Not even the most hooligan boys.

I'm also sure that in your class,

nobody is capable of such filth.

Fascists have done this. Germans.

Yesterday, in all the cities of Germany

exactly at midnight,

the books were burned on bonfires.

They want to push the world back to the Middle Ages, but...

nothing, nothing!

For 40 years, I teach history for such as you.

40 years. And I sense something in this.

Nobody, do you hear me, girl,

nobody has ever succeeded,

nobody has ever succeeded to reverse history!

Back.

I beg you, give me all those books

that are burned out there.

What? What are you talking about, girl.

There is a lot of them.

So much that will be enough for your whole life.

"Pushkin"

O, Tsarevich, champion peerless,

My deliverer so fearless,

Your kind deed I will repay -

I will serve you too, one day;

Tis no swan that you set free,

But a maiden charmed, you see;

Twas a wizard, not a kite,

That you slew, O noble knight;

Something smelling.

Oh girls... Is it indeed, the porridge burnt slightly?

And how could I forget?

Let's see the next picture.

Girls, don't read without me.

Girls, some kind of balloon is there.

Oh, how high!

And what if it is not a balloon,

and it is a stratospheric balloon?

Last time when Prokofiev flew, I saw it myself.

It looks like a pear, and this one too.

Come along, girls.

Wait, piggie.

It will be here for a long time.

And I'm wondering what's next in the book.

Come along...

Well all right so, let's go. Vera...

And where were we?

Read from here.

Breezes o'er the ocean play,

Speed a barque upon its way...

Sails all spread, it skims the seas,

Running swiftly 'fore the breeze.

... those who died on the flight into the stratosphere...

Fedoseenko P. F., Vasenko A. B., Usyskin I. D. ...

each of them is awarded the Order of Lenin.

Mommy, are you asleep?

No.

What do you want?

Can I lie with you, mamuska?

Well, come.

Well, what shall we talk about?

I don't understand, mamuska...

They died... So they don't exist...

But, they were awarded...

But how can we reward those who don't exist?

Here's what you mean...

You see, they are heroes.

They climbed so high to the skies,

as no one has ever climbed.

And many years will pass,

and people will still remember about them,

as if they were alive.

You, for example,

will you forget them quickly?

No.

Probably, I'll never forget.

Well, you see.

Hence, they still exist?

I see,

those who are not forgetten -

they are alive.

Mamuska,

what is a "hero"?

I know but just not quite.

A hero?..

A hero is one who is always bold,

who is not afraid even to die,

in order to make other people happy.

Do you understand?

To make other people happy...

I understand.

And what does a tie on your chest mean,

and why it is red?

The tie on our chest is soaked in the blood

of hundreds and thousands of fighters,

that's why it is red.

We must cherish it as a piece of the great red banner.

And what does a sickle and hammer on your icon mean?

This pioneer

wears the homeland on her chest.

For Lenin's cause,

be ready!

Always ready!

From today I'm a pioneer!

When I will be grown up ...

December 31.

Today is the new year!

Move over.

Do you remember how I didn't want to let you

sit next to me on a school bench?

Yeah.

All this because of you carve out wrong.

It was necessary to raise the front and release a coquette.

What are you talking about, girls?

About what, about what... about anything.

And that's what we think...

Why everyone says today:

Happy new year, with new happiness?

And we cannot guess, somehow.

In fact, it's true...

Does a happiness have necessarily be new?

Well, so, Bor'ka, you're always with your clever questions.

And tell me why twice two is four?

And at the same time, is it true

that the Volga flows into the Caspian Sea?

Well, it's folly, I'm seriously.

Well guys who can tell me what is happiness?

Happiness is a miscellaneous thing after all.

Give to Zinka something sweet to chew, chew...

But it is all whole, doesn't end...

And then she will be happy.

I don't need your sweet.

No guys... Happiness is when

you expect of something good... Well, a sort of gift.

And you know that it will certainly be,

but don't know exactly when will that be, what will it be...

Know, don't know... Will be or will not be...

And in my opinion, happiness is to be like Pavka Korchagin.

And in my opinion, to invent such a device,

than you press the button,

and each your desire is fulfilled.

Buttons, hankies, hammers...

And in my opinion, if Spartak rive to Dynamo again,

and here it will be the real happiness, that is.

Boris, you're happy!

Entangled, so entangled...

What is happiness, what happiness is...

We don't get entangled...

Simply everybody wants to be happy, but each in his own way.

And all because of,

man was created for happiness, like a bird for flight.

Bird!

Folks, why are you sitting here, let's go dancing!

Sylvester Leontievich sat down at the piano!

Zayats.

Why Zayats?

Because of, Zoya - Zoyka, Zoyka - Zayka, and Zayka - Zayats.

1-2-3, 1-2-3, 1-2-3, 1-2-3...

Go easy!

Oh sorry...

Well, Zayats, come along to our class.

What for?

I must tell you something very important.

And actually, Zayats,

I like you more than anyone.

And, for a long time, I want to tell you...

Let's be friends!

Okay.

But not simply friends. Let's be truly friends.

And why do you think it's necessary,

to call it truly?

Put out your paw.

Well, you have my word,

that from this day and this hour,

we're friends for ever.

And now add what you want,

I'll do everything for you!

And whatever good or bad will happen,

now all should be shared in half.

Okay.

And we must help each other in everything.

To help...

And never lie to each other.

Surely.

And if somebody, no matter who it is,

says something bad about you or about me,

then we necessarily have to intercede.

Well, I will pound anyone for you.

We will never conceal anything from each other.

And I, whenever I want, may ask you:

what are you thinking of now?

And you have to respond right away, and the truth only.

Well, that's too much.

And in my opinion, that's what the real friendship means.

Zaychik, let's agree,

if I'm not capable to answer immediately,

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