Zoya Page #5
- Year:
- 1944
- 86 min
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I feel badly immediately after that.
Zoya...
I must to talk with you.
Girls, I'll catch up with you.
So?
The conversation will be very serious.
Speak up.
Now then,
I want to say to you...
You want to say something and keep silent?
In one word, I'm begging you terribly, Zayats,
let's end our feud.
Is it a deal?
It was her 17th spring!
And you know...
Lately, I'm so happy,
so happy.
And somehow I obtained everything at once,
my home, and the lessons.
And we are especially friends with mother, somehow.
And, all the time, so many thoughts come to my mind.
At one time, I dream that I would be a writer,
at another time, it seems to me that
the biggest happiness is to be a teacher.
And then another and another...
And it's all so good,
that sometimes I stop myself.
Zoyka,
aren't you too lucky,
in what you're getting?
Because, in fact, war is all over the world already.
And, of course, we also will have to fight.
But you know,
then I remember our whole life,
all that I saw firsthand.
So I'm sure,
that precisely we, precisely our country,
we have to achieve a thing,
that has never been achieved before.
But it's nothing that we were growing up happily,
and the fact that our heroes are kind,
Do you understand what I mean?
Don't you think that all these words,
are the words that the people always just say?
Well... that all of this goes without saying.
I understand it very well, Zaychik.
But I'm just not discussing it as much as you do.
I think, if we have to fight,
then we will fight.
And if we will fight...
Then we, it goes without saying, shall win.
And because of this, the future
seems to me even happier,
even lighter.
After all then, the whole world will change.
After all, it can't be that the people don't realize it finally.
They will realize.
how good it is that exactly we
will have to do it.
And soon came the war
Push...
Girls, depart from here.
Oh what is it, guys?
Girls, pass on, girder.
Nothing, nothing, guys.
That's all right.
Pet'ka, come here!
Guys, faster! Careful!
Mikhail Yakovlevich...
What's the matter with you, Mikhail Yakovlevich?
Owl, darling...
Katyushka, quickly run for the doctor.
No no, not necessary.
I was slightly stunned.
Well here, my children,
they got to our books.
Nothing, noth...
Help me to get up!
Nothing... We will not let them!
We will destroy them!
Not even a trace of them will be left behind!
I know it.
I, an aged Owl!
My children...
Our whole life, we thought: what is happiness?
Now I know - happiness is to be fearless...
...fighter for our country, for my homeland!
I didn't recognize you at first.
Zayats, we just for a minute...
We just say goodbye and that's all...
And why you don't say anything to me before leaving?
Well... understand, Zayats,
Pet'ka and me were afraid that we didn't be succeed,
that our age will prevent us,
and we didn't want to blabber ahead of time.
At first, they even didn't even want to listen us...
Well, we have proved everything to them.
Zoya, what a difficult case we started...
In short, they have taken us in,
to school.
And I will be a tankman,
like my father.
Do you understand, Zayats?
Like your father...
Do you understand, Zain'ka,
at first, nothing worked for us,
and then, when it happened,
well... as always happens, suddenly all at once.
And we are called at once,
and it is necessary to leave Moscow, to the devil knows where.
And we barely have time to come to you.
Well... that's all.
Our whole life, we thought: what is happiness?
Now I know - happiness is to be fearless fighter for our country, for my homeland!
I know that I should, and therefore...
In the cold days,
when the enemy advanced up to Moscow,
in the Kolpachny lane,
near the building of the Moscow Committee of the Komsomol,
day and night, thousands of Komsomol members crowded.
They all wanted only one thing:
to defend Moscow!
Where to, snotty boy?
I'm not a snotty boy, I'm an old pioneer.
Hey Trehgorka, don't fall behind!
The Komsomol entrusted you with the defense
of our great capital.
Remember comrades, always remember:
you are from Moscow!
You are Moscow's Komsomols.
Let your martial deeds
be worthy of the high rank
of Moscow's Komsomols!
For the motherland!
The best of the best were selected,
and formed into groups.
Many of them went to the partisans.
And they are all covered with unfading glory
the battle banner of the Lenin Komsomol.
You have come...
It goes without saying.
I came.
Is it you, Zoya?
Yes, mommy.
And I was worried...
Alarms and alarms, but you still not coming.
This is the first time you got such a haircut,
quite like a boy.
Mommy...
I'm going to the front.
To the front?
How do you mean, to the front?
Yes, mamuska,
to the rear of the Germans, to the partisans.
Oh, Zoyka.
And, mommy,
I have only 3 hours to pack.
Mommy... mamuska...
Don't, don't grieve, my dear.
Mom, you understand, that..
I... I can't do otherwise.
Mommy...
Zoya...
Mom...
Understand, mommy,
everything is already decided.
Remember,
what did you alway advice me?
Mom...
I can't be another.
No. You can't be another.
Thanks, mamuska.
Mom...
Come here.
I somehow don't remember, why did you keep it?
You don't know?
I remembered.
You were young,
and dad came home from work.
And I told you a story.
It was just recently...
("Dnieprostroi - world electro-giant")
And now it was blown up.
Yes.
We were building it for you all.
Gave our last...
Didn't sleep whole nights...
Rejoiced...
You were building,
and we grew up together with it.
All the same, we won't have to live without it much longer.
Mom...
Fire! ???
Lieutenant Berg, ???
Russ, give up!
Hands up!
I'll throttle you, you dog!
Cursed dog!
Thank you Tanyusha, you helped me out.
I'm not Tanya, I'm Zoya.
Ugh... forgive me please.
You understand, I have a girl in Moscow.
Tanechka.
I thought that this is the end of me.
my Tatyanka was here,
and no reinforcements.
And you're here.
You're really here.
Well, go, go.
Yes, even Moscow is close, but far away.
Let's go.
So, you ran into barriers?
Yes, when it started to dawn.
We immediately had to go into battle.
Killed?
None.
Wounded?
Four, lightly wounded.
And, one left without a head.
How that?
I rashly left my cap to the Fritzes.
And they are neighing because of this.
Don't get upset,
we'll organize a new cap for you.
Well comrades,
we will defend Moscow together.
Petrov, chairman of the collective farm "Zarya",
now, commander of the partisans.
Fedorov, ball bearing [ammunitions factory]
Very well.
Hello comrades.
Hello.
Izotov, "Sickle and Hammer".
Very well.
Semechkin Semyon, MGU.
Okay too.
And this one, where did she come from?
The Komsomol has sent me.
Everywhere, the people rose to meet the enemy!
And Zoya, faithful daughter of the people, faithful daughter of the Komsomol,
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