Original subtitles

Shchors

Director -- the order-bearer O. Dovzhenko

Co-director--the honoured actor of the republic Yu. Solntseva Assistant director-- L. Bodik Director of photography --Yu. Yekelchik

Sound editor -- N. Timartsev Original music by D. Kabalevskiy Production designer-- M. Umanskiy

Assistant director -- I. Ignatovich The State Orchestra of the Ukrainian SSR Conductor -- S. Gindin Lyrics by A. Malyshko

Cinematography by Yu. Goldabenko Assistant camera: A. Mishurin, V. Yurchenko Assistant sound editor--A. Chumakhan

Assistant art director -- Ya. Breskin Assistant film editor -- O. Skrypnik

Production assistant-- I. Shmaruk Makeup designer -- L. Khazanov

Pyrotechnics -- V. Likhachev Sound recordists: M. Lider, P. Tarverdov

Cast: Schors--Ye. Samoylov Bozhenko --the honoured actor of the republic I. Skuratov

Commanders: L. Lyashenko, Yu. Titov, P. Krasilich, A. Grechaniy, N. Makarenko

Soldiers: Yu. Bantysh, D. Barvinskiy, D. Kostenko, P. Masokha, P. Radetskiy, P. Tatarenko

Isaac Tyshler - V. Dukler Petro Chyzh -- F. Ischenko The grandfather Chyzh -- L. Lyashenko

Nastia -- N. Nikitina Tkach -- D. Miliutenko

Tkachykha -- the national artist of the republic H. Borysohlibska Savka Troian -- O. Khvylia Vurm - D. Kadnikov

German colonel - the honoured artist of the republic S. Komarov Petliura --the honoured artist of the republic G. Polezhayev

German soldiers: the honoured artist of the republic O. Glazunov, the honoured artist of the republic H. Klering German general - M. Komissarov

Hetmanets Borkovskyi - O. Levchenko Colonel Fedorov -- O. Zahorskyi

Production manager -- Z. Rogozovskiy The Production of the Kyiv film studio, 1939

- Petro! Petro! Bomb to the right! Here they get! Another one!

- Oh, he-e-elp!

The Germans go driving the landlords.

- Goodbye daddy! We go to Russia, to Lenin!

- Running away, you sons of a bitch, rascals! Tell that Lenin not to forget about our Ukraine. Do you hear me rascals?!

- We won't daddy! Long will the Soviet power live, until the end of times!

- And hetman dies anyway!..

- Dies! Dies! - Germans! Germans are coming!

-- Goodbye dad! -- Goodbye! -- Pavlo! Oh my God, Germans!

- Kneel down, rabble! Kneel down!

You should contribute three million to the shop in three days period for the property taken away!

- Oh where should we get it? We didn't take anything! We just ploughed the ground! Give us some time, just a little bit, a trifle!

- Atrifle? Why, have some machine-gun!.. Fire!

- Where are the sons? -- Went to Schors.

- Why? -- On a visit perhaps. Gave you the best regards. Said they'd be back soon.

- What are you laughing at? -- A, egad, laughing. Let me go!..

For you to rule Ukraine along with the Germans? Hell no!

- Shut up rascal father! --You're lying, my sons are hunks. Eagles!

- Lie down! -- I can do it.

Ukrainisches Reich State of Ukraine

- Halt!

- Stop! Hey, who's there? -- Guerrillas! From Ukraine! Where's Schors?

- Go out!

Documents? --We have different documents comrade. We have Petliura's, hetman's, German.

- I have German. -- Let me see!

- Read!

- Pass...

- Stop! -- Who goes there?

- Poltavians! To Schors for the supper!

- Come in! Galushki eaters!

- Where do you belong to? -- Uman.

- Uman bonehead! German is finishing galushki...

- Hi! -- Hello!

- How do you do comrades! -- Howdie comrade!

- What wind blew you in?

- Wind from Ukraine.

- Wind and smoke...

- Beaten. -- Beaten and burnt. Look here.

- Well. So you say Germans and haydamaky beaten you hard?

- Yeah, hard enough. Nothing to say!..

- Ran away so that the sky's been burning!

- Don't laugh! -- Don't whine.

- Do not whine? Just look!

- Hide it. Here everyone is that kind. There's no simple people.

Everyone's back is painted, traces of rope on the neck, hung father or burnt home.

We'll respond with red terror to the white terror!

- So when? -- Soon! -- Let us today!

- Tonight you rest, and tomorrow you march according to all drilling regulations.

- At your service by the order of rebel committee! With one hundred seventy seven men guerrilla unit!

- That's good! That's good!.. Oh that's the regiment! May I see?.. Let me see!

Hello, comrades! -- Good day, sir!

- I am Schors. Regiment commander.

How do you like it? -- Mind your footing, command properly!

- I'll do my best. -- Observe the order, you see?

- I see. -- And if there's something wrong -- nail'em up!

- Sure grandpa, sure! -- Haw! Want regime, oldie!

- No regime -- no life! Dumbhead! Attention!

- I'm asking you if there was a revolution? Yes. And now what? Marching, promiscuity?

And why? -- Ask socialists-revolutionaries and you'll know why.

- Backing up old regime. -- That's why! What is Schors?

-- Tsar colonel! Colonel! -- ...onel!

Today I come to line section to the nurse, and she's here. At once give me the thermometer and simulates me.

You've got-- she says -- blood normally pulsing... What, I ask, blood, I ask?

My blood is healthy, I say, my belly and breath aches. Driven out brothers!..

Here I go to the machine gun company to our commander, Nedolii... Still, I tell him,

and he tells me, brothers: quiet, he says, Rohovenko, radiwo informs that yesterday bolsheviks in Petrograd got overthrown.

- Lies! -- Cross my heart! Increasing salary...

- ...and electoral base. -- Who elected it?

- Is that true that Germans pay hundred thousand for it?

- True...

- Officers!

- Officers... Emperor is gone.

Our empire is under pressure of revolutionary forces.

That's all by now. The catastrophe should be concealed from the lower ranks...

Remember, the destiny of our fatherland never depended on Ukraine so much as now does.

The fatherland needs to eat, officers! Ukraine must be held whatever it takes!

Calm down officers! I call you on this horrific moment upon the most cruel,

iron...

- Excellence! We, delegates...

- Since the moment of appearance on this threshold you are arrestees and

you'll be shot in five minutes! Now tell what you had to.

- We... - Who, we?!

- ...committed to you revolutionary regiments of Germany, got o know...

- From whom?! - ...from Ukrainian bolsheviks about revolution in Germany.

- Well?!

- Please excellence, immediately sent your army to the fatherland.

Army of workers and peasants of Germany won't fight against bolsheviks of Ukraine!

- So, that's rebellion? -- No, it's not!

- Whom did hetman hold on? On Kaiser's bayonets?.. Now there's no Kaiser!

- Remember excellence that we'll perish here, all!..

- It's not your business! -- No, it's our business! -- Enough!!!

Deadmen... Went back from the most high in the world -- fatherland altar!

- We got no fatherland altar!

Fatherland altar is piled with our corpses and suffused with our blood!..

- Shut up!.. Capture 'em!

- Soviet Ukraine will rise in liberation patriotic war!

So Mykhailiuk you can tell the Germans.

Tel them that Russia and Lenin are with us, that hetman dies anyway.

- Ay! Dies!

- So, we attack...

Mykhailiuk! Where are you going?

To Germans for negotiations, going to Europe.

Fasten you, please. Remember, when you'll negotiate with Germans pass away from the officers.

Break through to soldier masses, and go!

- Yes sir! -- But please, no innormative. Remember, you're the diplomat. Understood?

- Understood. -- Petrov! Watch the innornative! -- Yes sir!

- Well...

- Commander of Bohun regiment comrade Schors? Army staff inspector Vurm.

- What? -- Vurm. Bertold Vurm.

- Okay. Tea? Just without sugar... Here are my commanders.

- Thanks. On what ground you didn't accomplish the order of narkomvoen (people's commissar of defence)? I'll indict you.

- I received no orderfrom narkomvoen.

- What do you mean no order? You should have received it a week ago.

- Narkomvoen order? I didn't.

- So? I see. Well, it was predicted in the staff.

- Yes? -- Yes! Here's the order copy.

- Let me announce? -- Please.

- "For commander of Bohun regiment. Immediately load up and direct to the Kolchakovskiy front.

Destination -- Samara.'' Signatures. Interesting!

Very interesting! Who in the headquarters makes such orders?

- What? -- As far as I know, the decision of party on this issue is quite distinctive. I have to think!

- Please. At yours Ukraine one thinks much.

- Yes, this is very important. Very important!

- Tell me comrade what will happen to Ukraine? Let it burn?

- What do you mean -- let burn?

- You don't know what's going on?! The people rise against hetman, Petliura! The Germans drive away!

- Will we let them plunder the country?!

- To Kolchak?! Do you know that half of regiment will disband before Samara?

- Ukraine should be liberated! -- Why Ukraine! And Siberia -- what is?

- We know, we know... - For Siberia there can be found more close troops.

- It's not your business! -- No, it's our business!

- Why, Why? Because Ukraine is likesay more important for revolution!

- Wrong! Wrong! Siberia is as important for revolution as Ukraine.

''Ukraine is more important for revolution!..'' Oh, what a dumbhead you are politkom!

And we'll attack Ukraine! -- Why?

- Because we believe in people and in victory. By the way I'll ask Lenin today.

- So? -- So! -- Remember.

- Please.

- Whom do I see?!. Father!..

Guys! Father Bozhenko, Taraschanskyi regiment commander! Who doesn't know -- get acquainted.

- Get out of the house! Get out I say!

What a people, indeed! Wherever you turn they swarm around!

...Mykola, didn't you hear anything?

- No. - Nothing at all?

- No. And what?

- Haw! Ask me Mykola why would I come to yours!

- Don't know father. -- Don't know? -- No.

- Haw, kids and no more! Playing soldiers. Revolution in Germany -- that's what!

- Impossible!

- Why, impossible? So many workers perished and still impossible! Another commander!..

- Vasyl Nazarovych!

- Eh, you lazy bone! You know it all son of a bitch! What the hell are you fooling me?

- In short father you have to forget the bottle...

- Bottle? What's about bottle there? I'm asking you of German revolution!..

- So, I'm all about it. Over! God save! Got it?

- Kolia, whaddaya whaddaya!.. God save! Kolia!..

- I believe. Now go to combatants and wait for the government orders. Full combat readiness!

- Ready long ago! You won't hold me!.. Well, see you...

- See you.

- Oh what a smart guy you are Mykola! I mean no bottle, no single drop, for anyone! Gonna skin!!!

- Oh!.. -- See you... -- See you.

- ...What a people, indeed! Wherever you turn they swarm around!

- "If I on my combat way will offend a poor one, rob him,

swear my honour and my life... swear my honour and my life... swear my life...''

- Comrade commander, your documents!

- How did you get there? I arrested you!

- We are released sir colonel! You are arrested.

- Yes, you are arrested.

- Go get back to the jail.

- Now now now!

- Okay.

Here are the documents.

Get out scum! -- ''Get -- I say -- out!'' and the bomb is without cap!

- That's the machine gun company! They've got smart asses there!

- So they got processed by hetman spies. It's a lesson for you. I warned you.

- Sorry, Mykola. Cleaned already. Thirty men were driven out of regiment and ten indicted.

- Well, but it's not over yet. The regiment should be refines from the infirm and cowards.

Here, I wrote the allegiance.

''I, the son of labour people, voluntarily enlist the First Ukrainian rebellion regiment named after Bohun Cossack!

Without regretting my life I oblige myself to fight against hetman!''

- ...hetman! -- Petliura! - ...Petliura!

- German occupants! - ...German occupants! -- ....For the liberation of Ukraine! - ...Ukraine!

- ...From capitalistic oppression! - ...oppression! -- Upon my faith! - ...Faith! - ...and life!

- ...to secure the honour of Bohun regiment! -- And if I on my combat way will offend the poor one...

- ...poor one! - ...steal... - steal!.. - ...rob... - rob!..

- ...if I breach the order of the command and prove myself a coward... - ...coward!..

- ...drunkard and straggler... - ...drunkard and straggler!

- ...I'll be fusilladed as the traitor... - as traitor!..

- ...backstabber... - ...backstabber!.. - ...and enemy! - ...and enemy!..

- That I hereby sign. --That I hereby sign...

- Watch out! International express is coming! -- Hello diplomats!

Hello diplomats! -- Hi! -- Hello narkomindel (people's commissar of foreign affairs)!

- Hi there! -- How are revolutionary German officers doing?

- Scum!.. -- Got barricaded, see, bitches, with Menshevik sovdep an nothing.

- What about the soldiers? -- Free to outspeak but it's hard to get to soldier masses.

- Just with bayonet, just with bayonet! -- Oh-oh, what a stupid! You saw too little, that's why you are so decisive!

- I tried to frat, see? They don't let, scum!

- Okay, I'm gonna do it by myself... And who's that?

- From our cell. Spartakian. Otto.

- Comrade Schors! We... Our soldiers... I...

- Say there!

- Comrades! Comrades! Comrades! Genossen! Genossen! Germans were considered the cultural nation in the world.

Savageness, and barbarity, and death were brought to your country on their bayonets, comrades!

How can I talk to you comrades?! How can I look into your faces!

- Got it!

- Commanders, come here! Havrychenko! To the village Lyshychi! Prepare population for the fraternization with Germans! Quickly! -- Yes sir!

- Ivanov! -- Yes sir! -- Understood the German? -- Understood. -- Everything? -- Everything.

- Move the regiment with the population straight to the German trenches. No single shot! Army, people, music, slogans! -- Yes sir!

- Move it!

Go insane punishers. Feed the spies, build the prisons. Until the combat there will be a hundred thousand devotees!

We'll break, break, break all the shackles! Forthe liberty of people, for its rights, no shackles scare, the jail is sweet.

Cause the free spirit can't be shackled! Die! Die! Die tyrants!

To workers of spirit, all workers we'll lend our hand, drive them to combat.

Cause the same destiny joint us: and labour, and blood, and bonds!..

- Fire!

- Hooray! Hooray! Hoh!.. Hooray Hoh!

- Who are you? What do you need here? What do you come here for?

- You know who we are. And we came to congratulate your soldiers with revolution in Germany!

- I didn't receive an order about revolution in Germany! I prohibit you to talk to me this way!..

-I got nothing to talk about with you. Who invited you here? What scoundrel? Get out of the way!

Comrades soldiers of German army!.. -- Hooray! Hooray!

- Comrades Bohunians! I greet you with entry onto the native Ukrainian land!

- Hooray!

- I greet you with the beginning of the victories! The Germans go to Germany without weapons!

We'll give them no weapons!

- Don't give uncle, don't! No way!

- Quiet, calm down guys... Let's give them some lard on the way!

- Don't uncle, don't give no lard, there's no lard!

- Guys we are at fatherland! At fatherland! Don't let our enemies think we are alone.

We are just the advance guard unit. Lon live the civil war! Long live people's wrath,

Intrepidity and victory! Long live Lenin!

- Hooray! Hooray! Hooray!

- Congratulation to comrades Germans with the revolution in Germany!

- Wir begluckwunschen eich zur revolution in Deutschland!

- Go back to fatherland!

- Zuruck in die gameit! -- Beat on your bourgeois...

- Nieder mit der bourgeois... - ...and mensheviks and traitors!

- Return to your fatherland! -- Zuruck in die geimat!

-- Beat on your bourgeois...- Nieder mit der bourgeois... - ...and mensheviks and traitors!

Long live revolution! Long live world revolution! -- Es lebe die weltrevolution! -- Long live world revolution!

Still, the Germans didn't resist. Incited by their command and fabricants they broke out against Schors in dark nigh.

- What, should we do sir colonel?

- Shut up, you, Ukrainian swine!

- Well-well! So, what to do? What?

- Shut up! Doll!

If in defeat that Chors in the morning, it's not for saving your puppen-hetman!

By the way he already escaped to Berlin.

- Pa... pa... for God sake! What to do? Sir colonel!.. --What should we do?..

- You don't know how to make authority. I have to get to Germany with the weapon! I'm German officer, damn it!

- For God sake sir colonel, pardon... - Verstehen Sie?

- Hoo-ora-a-y!

- Gut morgen herr colonel! -- Danke.

- Sagen Sie mir bitte, are you afraid of death?

- No. -- But you should.

- Don't frighten. You got no right to touch me! I'm not your hetman! I'm German officer!

- In the echelon of German officer there were hens, geese, pigs, calves...

- Sugar.

- ...sugar. You are thief! And robber! We will indict you! Here's the people!

- Excuse me, but only German people may indict me!

- Okay! Call German people here, everybody who's alive! -- Yes sir!

- Well. You'll have people's court of jurors.

- Bitte!.. Pleeze!

- Comrade commander! -- Yes. -- German people arrived! -- All? -- Yes sir!

- Come on. -- Yes sir!

- Defendant stand up! Comrades judges, the defendant drove you to our country.

Thief and murdererturned you into thieves and murderers. Verstehen Sie?

- Ja woll, Ja woll!

- Much more could be told about it. But we're in hurry. We got no time.

I ask each of you to reply for yourself and the whole perished regiment, what should we do with him?

- Death! Todt! -- Death.

- Goodbye, mom! -- Goodbye!

- Saddle up guys! -- Goodbye! Goodbye girls!..

- I warn you once again, the enemy has huge forces in Chernihiv! -- Gibberish!

- Wait, wait, you'll get gibberish! Here we got the blossom of hetman army General Tereshkevych corps!

Be sure, you'll be met with music!

- Did Bohunians ask how much is the enemy?

- Right!.. -- That's it! Chernihiv must be captured quickly and happily. Mykhailiuk!

- Yes sir!

- You will go round about the right flank! First and third battalion occupy the positions nearthe bridge!

No dog should leave out to Kyiv! --Yes sir!

- Antoniuk! -- Yes sir!

- Left flank round about! Hitch the battalion! At a trot! -- Yes at a trot!

- Ivanov! -- Yes sir! -- You'll go with me!..

It was a wonderful winter Chernihiv day. On the occasion of pontiff the general's driven in the sun all the blue zhupans.

- Firefighters, water it!

- Music, stand up! About face!

''International'' sons of a bitch!..

Go ahead!

- Open the jail!

- Hey you, hetman's pans! Enough of running around! We are sick and tired of pursuing you.

Let's start the fight or go home, to hell!

- How much you are there?.. Much?..

- Eh? How much? -- Aye... - Now I'll let you see! Come on!

- Hooray!

Hooray!

Curly teamster, Curly teamster, hurry up you horses.

Don't mind me weeping, cause it's the parent home what I'm seeing.

When I see the parents-in-law I'm gonna weep much more...

- Ouch, ouch, help!

Ow, ow, help!

- Ow! Man! Ow!

- Let me go! -- No I won't! -- Let me go you son of a bitch!..

- Hiding son of a bitch!.. -- Curly teamster, hurry up you horses.

- Hindsight six zero, pipe seven zero!

- Halt, don't shoot! -- Let me pass up to that house, gentlemen!

- Father and mother asked and I ask too, and all family of ours asks: don't stay away to see our marriage!

- We'll come, sure!.. Fire! Fire!

- Well, now I see it's the end of Petliura! Where!..

- Greeting s to the newlyweds! Still let me ask what authority do you drink for at your marriage? Answer fiance!

- We are neutral people. We'll belong to the one who captures us.

- Ehe. --Well. I see. And perhaps you are reach?

- What reach we are if there are Germans... - and haydamaks -- burnt half a village!

- And, guys, isn't that a kind of bold marriage? What if forced to marry you this poor beautiful girl?..

What if you don't love her at all? Eh?.. Answer me!.. I'm asking you!..

What are we fighting for?!. What are we shedding blood for?!. For love! For respect! Comrades!..

The time connection broke, as a poet said!..

You should marry just for love, and not force the girls with popes and dowry!..

Comrades trust me and the life will be wonderful I cross my heart, true!

- Oh right son, true! I married my son of a bitch and broke my whole life,

dried, and my brain dried in work and darkness! And I though all the time how to live better in this world?! Eh! Oh!

As he says!.. Ough, damned! ...Guys shot him!

- Incorrectly. --Well, perhaps we'd beat him up? At least once! So that I could see!..

- Hello! -- How do you do... - Let me!

- Where are you heading? -- Let me go! - Where are you heading, where? -- Let me go! Let me go!

Let me go mom!.. -- Nastia!

- Nastia! - Nastia! - Nastia! Mom!

- Nastia!.. -- Let me go with you! - Nastia!

- I fell in love with you at once when I saw you by the cannon. I'll fight by your side till I die! What's your name?

- Petro! -- Petro... eh...

- What insolence!

- Go away neutral! I'm not your wife! You are none, no cold, no hot. You'd better go to Petliura shmuck!

- Comrade division commander.. --Take her man, take her! Good girl! I recognize the blood!

- Take us too uncle! -- And who you are?

- Boyars!

- Boyars... Okay, but remember--fight until the victory! We pay no salary. And for pillage and vodka -- fusillade.

- You just have to tell us father Schors!..

- I'm not your father! What father? Regiment commander comrade Schors!

- Beat'em in the face sons of a bitch!.. Haw fed up! Here's my round mug snake standing!..

Don't be afraid, hit him right in the muzzle with my hand!

- You comrade commander, tell us clear and we will make anything for you. Just don't listen to mother.

- Not for me but for revolution. At ease.

Remember guys, the front is wide and every day some emergency. Every town

we will capture is ready to turn into seized fortress, every house -- into an ambush...

- Ay-ay-ay!

- ...every cellar -- machine gun cell! Got it?

- Yeah.

- But we will nevertheless destroy Petliura anyway. We want it.

We'll capture the landlord's land forthe peasants. -- True!

- We'll be the masters. See? - Yes!

- And we'll make it. I tell you.

And I'm told by Lenin. -- Lenin? -- You see? -- Yes!

- But if you offend a poor one, rob, get drunk...

- In the chops!

- ...I will eliminate you as the traitors...

- Oh! Do you hear, curly serpent!

- ...traitors and rascals... Understand? -- Understand!

- Well, that's all. Say goodbye to your parents! We have no time we're in hurry!

- Oh, oh, my God! Sonny, sonny!.. My son!..

- Father Bozhenko drives Petliura to Kyiv from Bakhmach. We're from Chernihiv. We can't let Petliura and hetman troops

join in Kyiv. That's why we must to catch up with them, outrace and break into parts! Understand?

- Understand.

- Saddle up and to Semypolky! Don't take off the marriage wipers, the fiancee comes with us so let's sing! Let's sing!

The Cossacks whistled, to the trek in the midnight;

Marusenka weeping, tears in her eyes...

Don't cry, don't cry Marusenka, don't weep, don't sadden,

Just pray to God for your darling.

- Where's joy?! Where's the joy for victory I'm asking you?! I!

Chief ataman! I! Directory gentlemen, we have to do something! Just look around!

Workers look as the wolves! Jews lie low! In the barracks Bolsheviks stick around!

Directory gentlemen we have to do something concrete! Concrete!

- I concretely propose to serve prayer service at all Kyiv churches!

And to ring three days all the bells on the occasion of boring of our statehood.

And all the people should wear no hats and be joyful, joyful, and joyful and around -- bow, bow, bow!.. And even Jews without hats!

- Rubbish, you're talking rubbish! Rubbish! We need...

- Concretely, more concretely!

- That's it! We need to get acknowledged by America. You see?

Two American officers came. So, we should in the shortest terms give them twenty million dollars from safes.

You see? Then they acknowledge us. You se? Flattery will get you everywhere, as the cooperators say.

- What if they are cheaters?

- Who are cheaters?! How do you dare to offend American nation?

- Enough! It's not cooperation! It's Directory! Ukrainian Government!

- Yes, sure, but you see...

- Enough!.. I say, I! We have to gather association meeting to declare our program!

Enough of mess! Manufacturer should know that the factory remains fro him, landlord -- too, and peasant -- too!

- Oh! -- So we perish.

We can hold onto just army and not onto the manufacturers. Having heard such declaration the army goes to Bolsheviks.

- So, what you want?!

- I want the same as you mister Petliura. But it all should be done gradually.

And then, don't use the expression ''association meeting''. "Labour congress'' would be better.

Labour, labour, labour... Catch it? The word should be related to labour. Understand, Bolsheviks are

near Kyiv! Schors!

- Don't frighten me with Schors!

Tomorrow in Semypolky no mincemeat will be left from him!

- Pan Ataman, Schors! Pan Ataman!

- Shut up! Shut up!

- Prisoners of war stand up!

Prisoners of war, attention! Commander of Bohun regiment comrade Schors!

- Hello Cossacks! Much...

- Two thousand two hundred twenty privates, one hundred officers!

- Well. Where from? Who are?.. Who are you I ask you?!

- Hey you come here! You, you...

Who are you? Who are you? Prince? Count? Nobleman? Landlord? Merchant?

- I'm... simple man, peasant.

- Well.

And I'm worker, no tsar general, as your cur Petliura says.

And my soldiers too -- workers and peasants. And commanders. And who is your commander?

- He's from landlords, ataman.

- Well. So, you're obtaining sovereign Ukraine for atamans? And your father gives away the shirt of his back to Petliura and hetman!

So is it?

Cossacks! What a beautiful word Cos-saks

Ukrainian Cossacks, during the centuries fighting for freedom of Ukrainian people, spilling their blood in the fight against Polish pans!

Cossacks!.. Here are Cossacks! Faithful sons of the people: Ukrainians, Russians, Bolsheviks! And you,

as our great Shevchenko said ''bitchy grandchildren of glorious grandfathers''

What do you think with? Whom are you fighting?! Fighting your brothers, fathers, and peasants?

Whom are you fighting for?! For pans, for atamans -- here they are, here! For landlords, for slavery.

For Polish and German slavery! That's what you're fighting for! Glorious Bohunians-Bolsheviks,

sons of Ukrainian People, we won't let Ukraine under Polish and German oppression!

We'll destroy pans as Bohun did, that's why we are called Bohunians.

And you... what do you think? Will we fusillade you? No. We forgive you. Go ahead!

- Where should we go? -- Wherever you want. -- Adopt us.

- We don't need you. Return to Petliura and if you have at least a drop of shame before Ukraine,

tell there who we are and what we fight for.

Go!

Gentlemen colonels, ahead!

Eight colonels!.. Guys one can conquer the world!

- Please...

- Fought bad. Very bad. No way. And why?

Who can say? Why did warrant officer guided regiment of workers and peasants

defeated some gross military unit led by the hundred of officers with higher military education?

Why?

- Your strike was too unexpected.

- It was brilliant.

- No. No that way. Don't lie. You're afraid of death, that's why. And you're afraid of death because...

- Quite right. No way for the army.

- And why? Why? Give me the private.

- How do you do!

- Hi! Tell them why you fought against us that bad.

- You see, they say Bolsheviks are gonna distribute the land.

A Petliura, who the hell knows, will he or won't. Most likely he won't. Lies, son of a bitch!

- Well. Objections? Questions? No. Indict!

- Yes!

- Hooray! Hoora-a-ay!

Unharness boys you horses, And lie to have a rest,

And I go to the green garden, to the garden to dig a well. I've been digging the well in the cherry garden. Will the girl go out to take water early in the morning. She went out, the girl went out early in the morning for the water, and the Cossack follows her to water his horse...

- Here they come! They're coming!

- Look, look! Here they are!

- Ow...

- Who's there? Who's there? Who's there?

- Hide me! Hide me! Hide me!

- Quiet, quiet. Whaddaya?

- Mom, mom! Dad's coming! Dad! Coming! Mom! Dad! Dad!

- Children! Nastia!..

- Maryna!

- Quiet! Quiet! Quickly! Quickly, the gold, the gold! Quickly -- gold!

- They sing!.. They sing!..

- Gold!.. Dumb bitch!.. Gold... Pass the gold!.. Hurry up!..

- Leave me alone!

- I'm afraid! Afraid! Afraid!

- It's been a long time since we last paid salary to our soldiers father! -- Yes.

- Gather the bourgeois and talk to them about uniform, salary. But, God save you!..

- God save, Mykola! Watch it! Tenderly and politically, cause there are bourgeois from all around Ukraine! Hait, fiend!..

- Isaac! Watch father. I'm afraid for him to get tender, oldie.

- Citizens! This day our red troops liberated the capital of Ukraine, Kyiv

from the traitors of the people, likesay, Petliura's white gangsters! We gathered

you, the representatives of likesay... better-off class for discussion...

likesay of some current moments... likesay issues...

For continuation I call upon the commander of Taraschanskyi regiment likesay Bozhenko.

- Citizens bourgeois, subjects!

Beg you pardon faithfully for realizing the combat near the town.

Otherwise you scoundrels won't get reached?! Ha, ha!

Kolia Schors, our dear commander, ordered me to ask you if you know what's that?

Don't know? Ay-Ay-Ay! It's machine gun citizens.

Who invented it? You! And who with this machine gun destroyed ten million workers?

Who, I'm asking you, goddam?!.

-Vasyl Nazarovych, a bit more tenderly!..

- Well, in discussing of this machine gun, so I'm telling, isn't it impossible

to borrow me fifty millions in money at yours, and sixty -- in fodder, products?

Don't regret, capitalist citizens, anyway it's the end of yours...

- Tender, tender! Softly!

- Go to hell! ''Tender, tender''. What am I, an artist?!

Money! Appears, you supported the White Army?.. Our political commissioner is going to tell you the details. ...Tender, tender!

- I whisper to him... I whisper: "Vasyl Nazarovych, tender, tender!''

The father answers: ''Don't regret, misters capitalists, anyway you're done for!..''

- What are you laughing at, boys?!

- Wait, where're you going? Wait!

- Father, what should we do with the bourgeoisie, which is in theatres? Money's collected. Now the bourgeoisie wants water.

So what should we do, father?

- Let go! --Yes, sir!

- Wait, what means let go? -- They have to be wasted, Commander of Division, sir!

- Wasted? You've got no right. Every individual has to be interrogated individually.

- Mykola, may be it would be right if the God interrogates them on the otherside individually?

- No, father, God is God, but anarchy shouldn't be allowed on the soviet ground.

- Anarchy? What anarchy? And who told on the meetings: Comrades, let us destroy the bourgeoisie, the traitor officers?

You! And now that way? Where am I now?

- You're in a good company, father, but first of all you have to think.

- You've got to think, but also you've got to listen to what the boys are talking about. What are they, angels or children, those bourgeois and officers, not to touch them?

Neither with the bomb, nor with nothing! Colonels are accepted in staffs. The working class is wasted. That's what they say!

- One must listen not only to what boys are saying, but also to what the Party says.

- The Party? And who ordered you to recruit officers?

- Lenin. -- Lenin?! No way!

- No way to you too! Not all the officers are traitors.

One thing we can't let them command, but on the contrary we also shouldn't come to absurd.

We have to learn from them, father, learn to win!

- How can I learn from them to win when I win themselves?

- The map! Well, we'll talk about it later.

Now depart with the brigade to Vinnytsia to defeat Petliura. Show me where Vinnytsia is.

- I've been to Vinnytsia ten times, and without any map. Let officers show you the way with map.

- Taras Bulba!

- Shut up you fool!

- You should better command with washing brigade than with the brigade.

You shout ''Down with the officers!'' being unable even to find Vinnytsia on the map.

- I can! -- Do it.

- I'll find if I want to. Sava, be so kind to show him Vinnytsia, let him get lost!

- Why should I spoil my eyes? Any case, you order and I'll find it with no map.

After we'll gain Berdychiv we'll... two finger clicks, damn it, and here it is -- Vinnytsia!

- That's what I'm talking about! Mykola Oleksandrovych! Let him show Vinnytsia himself!

- He'll perfectly show anything. He knows topography not worse than we all, if not better.

But everyone's got his own mannerto read maps. The Father's got his own. Knowing topography isn't enough for him.

He always checks how good his commanders know and feel.

That's right, father, that's right! We'll chase Petliura out of Berdychiv and after that we'll open for boys our school of red commanders!

Meanwhile use the officers.

- Hell with them. Give me one already...

- So what are we going to do, father?..

- Why are you putting me in shame in presence of the working class, you son of a bitch?

Who taught you to ride horse in hetman's chambers? Get down here!

- Father, may be could be at home?..

- Get down here now, redneck!

- Now?

- Now.

Here, drink it, little fool!..

- Father, and do you remember me shooting twelve Petliura gang members in Nizhyn from this horsy?!.

- I do.

- And in Horodnia, remember? Those officers?.. Now that was a blow!..

- Of course I remember Horodnia.

- And in Brovary, do you remember it?

- All right, all right... We'll run out of cognac soon if you recall everything! In Brovary!

- Vasyl Nazarovych!..

- I'll shoot everybody!!!

- So, comrade Fedorov, you'll compose for me the whole curriculum of military school.

- I talk to you honestly, comrade Commander of Division, they won't understand the curriculum.

- It's all fine, they will. Here's your commissioner. Will you button up already, please?

Well, that's it. I wait for you after tomorrow.

- Colonel Bohdankevych.

- I sent for you fourtimes. Why didn't you come?

- I was diseased.

- With what? -- Heart attack.

- Get undressed.

- Allow me to meat my death... dressed.

- Undress!

- In old military schools people were acce... - What, what?

- I wanted to say that in old military schools people were accepted, as to say, with specially trained brains.

- That's right. That means you understand how much do we need the red commanders school?

- Yes, sir! -- And it will exist. That's we who'll do it.

- Yes, sir! -- It's my dream. -- Yes, sir!

- Three steps forward! Three steps forward!

Round!

Breathe.

Breathe deeper.

Don't breathe.

Round!..

Well, thank you. You lie, rascal! You had no attack! You're as healthy as an ox!

What were you by hetman? -- Corps commissary.

- Villain! -- I'm an intelligent man and I ask...

- I'm an intelligent man too! We both learnt for people's money.

I assign you as a chief of brigade supply. Do you hear me? To the commissioner! March!

- Eh! -- Eh!

- You know who spoke to you?

Personally Schors! Medical assistant!.. Don't you see, fool!.. Go on, little fool...

- Well, Mykola, bless my Vinnytsia campaign!

Here is Vinnytsia.

- Mykola, let me gain Zhmerynka at least. The boys are offended.

- Offended? All right, you can gain it. Look, here's Vinnytsia, here's Zhmerynka, here's Lityn...

- Enough with this map things! Give me a mission, not the map.

- That's what I'm doing here.

- Mykola! It's not that easy to gain Zhmerynka. Allow me to do it with father.

- It's not necessary... Mykola, tell this greenhorn to get lost.

- All right, take it alone.

- Cavalry... - Just remember my strict rule: less man loss.

- Listen, who you are talking to!

- Yes, yes, yes! Engage carefully. Once engaged behave yourself in the way to scare off the enemy.

Well, god luck!.. If you die, have no offence. The world glory will stay after!

- All right. There we'll see what's going to stay... Move!

He gained.

- He did it! He did it!

He did it! He did it! He gained Zhmerynka, I say! He gained Bar! He gained Komarivtsi! Medzhybyzh...

- I can't believe it, boys! Vasyl Nazarovych, you're not a father, you're a real red general!

- I know it was a joke, Mykola. But if so, you better call me foreman.

- All right. Well, comrade foreman. Give it back.

- What? -- Give Bar and Komarivtsi back.

- Retreat? -- Yes.

- Are you mad?! Bolsheviks don't retreat!

- Why? Who told? Sometimes it's possible to retreat, if it's necessary.

- Well who needs that, allow me to ask?

- We need. The Revolution needs.

- Pah! All the work is wasted!

- Well, comrades, Kyiv is underthe threat. Ataman Konovalets and Oskilko attack Borodianka through Korosten. We'll send there...

- Ivanov. -- Right.

- Yes, sir!

- The tenth regiment couldn't stand Petliura's pressure and retreats to Berdychiv.

- It seems it can't defend Berdychiv.

- Absolutely right.

We call off Kalinin from Bar urgently, to defend the Berdychiv knot!..

I will defend the station with two armoured trains and Berdychiv communards.

To Father Bozhenko... Vasyl Nazarovych, that's for you!

...With the fifth and sixth regiments, we'll conduct the forced march to... well...

- Hungary! -- Shepetivka. That's it! Let's go!

- Yes, sir!

- That's it, comrade Brigade Commander. -- I understand.

- Hem... I opened my case this morning... White costume, for summer...

Funny! Why do I carry it?

When will we dress it, father? Somewhere in the Crimea. Blue skies... Blue sea...

- Denikin take sun bathes in Crimea.

- That's not for long.

- You want some heat? You'll get it in Berdychiv!

- Sure it will, father...

- Mykola Oleksandrovych! -- Yes!

- The armoured train is ready.

- Good. Well! Farewell, fellow.

Berdychiv.

- They come!.. Petliura!.. -- A-ah!

- Halt!

Where?.. What's wrong? Who're you running from? From Petliura?!

Commander!.. Where's commander?

- I'm here.

Comrade Commander of Division, the people are knocked out!..

- And why are you alive, you son of a bitch? To scare people?!

Guys! Who're you running from?!

- Comrades, you've gone mad!

- Comrade Commander of Division is here. -- Move on!

- Hooray!

- There!

Back to combat, guys!

Get back!

Give us Petliura!

- Hooray!

- Thank you, Cherniak! Thank you, Slynko!..

Comrades Novgorod-Seversk, I announce the precombat meeting opened! Comrades, is it clear what we fight for?

- Yes!

- Good. I announce the meeting closed! Follow me!

Firemen, go ahead!

- Comrade Commander of Division!..

- Commander!

- Comrade Commander, fire... - Quiet!

- Comrade Commander... fire...

- Look at me! Quiet!

- Hooray!

- Comrade Commander... fire... I swear!

- Freeze!

Fire!..

Fire!..

Fire!..

- Firemen, go ahead!

Tell Kalinin: gain Lysa hill at any cost!.. Tell Cherniak...

- What are you doing here?

- Why? -- Why? What are we going to do if you get killed? -- Oh, sorry, brother...

Here.

- Roman!

Write:

''Dear wife!

I write from Berdychiv.

I... miss you... very much!

So I took the opportunity to write.

In two words we were hopefully chosen to save Kyiv.

Petliura...

Roman!

- Yes, comrade Commander!

- Have you written ''Petliura''?

- I did, curse him!

- ...Petliura brought much superior forces on armoured vehicles and bent our left flank.

Our regiments were chased off and forced to retreat.

Hardly had I came, I understood what could be the possible end.

I stop the running, take them to attack and... miss you... very much.

...Roman!

- Yes, comrade Commander.

- Have you written ''miss you''?

- I have, comrade Commander.

- Point mark.

- ...He had five armoured vehicles and thirty-two field guns of different calibre.

The town was passed from hands to hands.

There're killed and wounded.

I don't like to write, dear.

But if I write then... imagine.

Point.

I called it ''Berdychiv nightmare''.

The fight was going on for nine days.

Petliura threw everything he had against us.

But I was highly convinced in victory and I won... him...''

- Well then. For example they say the God doesn't exist... Nature. Well, there's got be somebody who created nature?

- It means, there is something?

- Here, comrade Commander of Division.

- Yes?

- Here, I go fighting. I hit Petliura members two hundred steps away. I wish: fall down, fall down, fall down! He falls. All the time. No targeting.

- Right eye.

- No, that's not it. I also got it, Mykola.

I run out of machine gun ammo, all the ammo. The hell's around me, temples ache!

I throw a bomb! Another one, third one! Ah!

And I suddenly wish: let the cranes fly by in the sky! I look up...

- They fly!

- They fly! I swear, just overthe fight!

- Comrade Commander of Division! Me too. I go scouting.

River. Field. Fog. Silence... I wish: scream out, landrail! Screams: der-der, der-der, der-der... I look to the sky: fall, star and it falls!

- Falls! I wish Nastia: Nastia, come to my dreams! She comes.

- And I fly in my dreams. -- Ha! Pilot is here...

- I once dreamed that I had released the whole world from tyranny of capitalism!..

- Me too. Me too.. And me.

- And I am bullet proof, comrade Commander of Division!

We're attacking the positions. I go. Bullets whine by, even tickling!

And I, comrade Commander, want to win so much! I say: don't touch, bullet, don't touch, and don't touch!

...Doesn't touch. Tickles, but doesn't touch! Say, is it real? What is it? Truth?

- It's true. Once in a thousand of years a bullet can't hit a man.

It's immortality. The history charmed us, boys!

I think often too: years will pass, the revolution will be over, and people will live like brothers.

How many stories will be told about us, how many songs!..

In quiet evenings under starry sky, somewhere near Chernihiv, international boys and girls will sing sitting on coloured benches.

They will sing out and become quiet. The cranes from warm places will fly by...

- Those days all places will be warm...

- Yes. Some brown-eyed girl will hug her genius and say:

''Let's now sing old folk songs about the Great Revolution''.

And they'll start singing about us, boys.

- What exactly? -- And we'll resurrect.

And we will arise from the great age of centuries, and will march before them,

overwhelmed with solemn rhythms and beauty -- stark sober, courageous, without swear words,

without toadying and treachery. We will follow Lenin being such dignified,

plain comrades, that if it was possible to imagine absolutely distinctly, well,

many will cry now in grief, that they have carried their wounds

and heads through their lives in a slightly wrong way!.. Yes.

That will be folk songs.

Is there a limit in prizing of life, lads! ''Oh, My Dear, what a great epoch it was,

what miraculous people!'' -

sighs a young girl, and looking amusingly ahead

she will see a kind of, let us say...

- Chyzh.

- Well. ''Tell me, grey eyed, what did you look like?'' -- as if she would ask mildly. Chyzh! What will be your answer?

- Well, what can I say...

- Answer, do not try to slip out.

- Well, indeed, I will! I will say that we were different.

There were drunkards, and those... slackers, and various undisciplined elements. There were other sons of a bitch.

But a majority, I should say, was good!

The majority, I will say, was such, that not only in papers read out,

who they were and where they must go the next day, but also in fading pupils of adversary,

and in gun-machine shootings, and on sabre blades they read Lenin programs for life and death in every town and every village!

- Unbelievable!

- Yes, yes, I will say! And everything I will say in your name!

Quite often, I should say, sons got fatherly bullet into faces,

and by themselves they spat into their parents with pistols and revolvers, and nobody, I should say,

considered it as infanticide, pardon forthe rough word, or, how can it be said in our fashion, in that time fashion,

parricide, they called it plainly: a son against his father, a father against his son, obligatory is obligatory --that was such a time.

I will say that was such a time, when a revolutionary urge tore its way through the people's breast as if a fit of cough

orfire from volcanic mountains! So, I suggest signing about us as you please, and forgive us for not being fine enough.

We were benighted and poor, and very angry for a lot of evil piled up upon our heads for hundreds of years!..

Petliura alone, bastard, costs a great deal! And then again these various... Halychans, Germans, a hetman and different minor gangs!..

Uh, vermin!.. Comrade division commander, what shall I tell them, by God? I am not a great speaker for such talks!

- Comrade Commander, I wanted to ask you something!

- Yes? -- Is it true you want to plant the gardens everywhere afterthe war?

- It's true.

Shine, oh shine, moon, hey, hey! And a bright star too, hey, hey, hey!

Illuminate the way to the end of the village.

- Telegram! Our forces defeat the white near Tsaritsyn!..

To the widow's garden!

And there's a young girl in that garden, hey, hey, hey!

Walking along the porch, brushing her hair!

-- Thank you, Comrade Commander, and all the Red Army!

Let our Soviet Ukraine live until the end of times,

as it was said. And God bless you, son, and good luck!

- Thank you, father, for being kind! I don't drink vodka and don't permit the soldiers.

- You don't drink? How are you supposed to fight without vodka?

- Sorry. And it's good to be done. Why, here it's all drunk by Petliura gang members!

Just like water!.. They say it's frightful to fight without vodka.

- It's all fine, we'll knock them down without vodka!

- We are here, comrade Schors, with delegation. Accept us to the army too.

Here's Maksym Sirko, warrant officer of her emperor majesty

Aleksandra Fedorovna's life guard regiment.

Captain of cavalry of his majesty prince Mikhail Aleksandrovich's regiment Platon Sherstiuk.

Mykyta Sherstiuk -- chief warrant officer of her emperor majesty Maria Fedorovna's uhlan regiment.

Mykyta Sherstiuk -- warrant officer,

Petro Shramenko and Hordii Horlytsia -- cuirassiers of his emperor majesty the emperor...

- Cavalry. Good! Well, where are your horses?

- There're no horses. Sorry, we're poor.

- Doesn't matter, we'll get them in combat.

- Her majesty's disciplinary battalion convict Omelian Nalyvaiko! Agree to fight with Petliura!

- Where are you going, old one?! Sonny, don't take him! He's an alcoholic! He'll spoil all your troops!

- Go away, informer! You've a too long tongue! Comrade Commander, it's my wife, don't listen to her!

- The bee-garden's going to be wasted!..

- Let the father look after the bee-garden! I need war, not your bee-garden!

- Sir, take us to war!

- Will you fight Petliura?

- We will! We will!

- Tell me, where did you get such a nice helmet?

- This? Some german killed father this winter, and grandfather went mad and killed the german and gave me this helmet...

- Comrade Commander! -- Yes.

- You're invited to the staff with a very important question!

- Moment. Just a moment, guys!

- Mykola Oleksandrovych!

- Yes. -- Bozhenko's in trouble. -- What? Killed?!

- No. His wife was killed near Kyiv by provocateurs! -- Oh no! -- Oh!

- Prepare to depart!

You little poor! I imagine what's going on there, the old man cries, the brigade's crying on the meeting!

Suspicious agitators... Don't smoke, please! -- I don't smoke.

- How come if you do!

What's this?

- Oh! -- Isaac! You...

All right, enough... enough...

- Poor Bozhenko, poor Bozhenko! -- Oh my God! Oh!

- Mother's killed!.. Mother's killed!.. Ah... oh... O-oh!

- Father! Father!

- Get out of house! Get out of house!

- Guys, Mother is killed!

- Mother has been shot in Kyiv!

- To Kyiv! --To Kyiv, to Kyiv, guys! -- Blood river is going to flow from Kyiv!!!

- That's right, blood river is going to flow from Kyiv!!!

- Oh, oh, where're you... oh... where're you, Mother!..

- Father! Calm down, father, don't, don't! Father, please, father!

- Vasyl Nazarovych!.. Calm down! Vasyl Nazarovych, calm down, please... don't cry!.. Vasyl Nazarovych!..

- Father, father, calm down. Drink some water... Here, drink some water...

- Calm down, father!.. Vasyl Nazarovych...

- Father... father... - Vasyl Nazarovych! Father! Don't cry, calm down...

- Mykola! Mother's been killed by Petliura bandits! You hear, Mykola, and you, Petro, do you hear? And where?!

In Kyiv! Where was this government looking and what was it doing?!

Interrogating the bourgeoisie individually! But it reorganised!

- You see, boys...

she served tea, looked afterthe wounded, washed soldiers' shirts...

Who killed my mother?!.

- Quiet, boys! Quiet! Father is sick!

- Father is sick! Quiet, boys! Quiet!

- What do you think, Mykola, if I call off from position Taraschanians to clear Kyiv, won't your Bohunians hinder?

- I love you, father. But if so, my Bohunians will destroy your brigade, and I'll kill you right here!

And die myself! And let everything go to hell! You know me, father!

- Oh-oh-oh.

...Sabre!

Glorious Commander of famous Taraschan brigade, father Bozhenko!

The working class of Ukraine and Russia along with the government and the Party express deep sympathy in your private sorrow.

The working believes that the revolutionary goals will prevail over private ones, and is proud of you.

Working people, pool country inhabitants and workers wait victories from you and just victories!

Remember, father, that our names are already enlisted in the history of mankind with golden letters!

So accept from workers of the whole world this signed golden sword as a gift.

- Oh, you son of a bitch, Mykola! Why do I love you that much, I don't know, Mykola!

Let's go to the guys!

- Brigade, shun!

- My sons!!! Mother's been killed! Noone will serve us tea, wash our shirts and sew the holes anymore!..

What are we gonna do, my poor, poor orphans?

Beat Petliura to the end, that's what! Give us Petliura!

- Give us Petliura!

- Commanders, here!

Lexander! How many versts are there to Zdolbunovo?

- Seventy five. -- You have to be there tomorrow with artillery! -- Yes, sir!

- When you gain Zdolbunovo, guys, and destroy Petliura, don't forget to tell citizens:

comrades, excuse us generously for the battle neartown. You hear?

- We do.

- But if Petliura escapes to Poland don't be shy, but guard...

...guard the border so the bird couldn't fly through!

- And if the bird flies shoot it.

- If the bird flies shoot it!..

- Commanders, at your places!

- I've got the dispatch from Schors from Zhytomyr. We are doing bad. We've got a lack of human resources. Killed...

I told him we should've been one whole fist directed to Hungary! No!..

Now we've got it... Deniking is going to attack Kyiv...

there, somewhere from Bakhmach. And here's Petliura.

He gathered all the scum and sneaks together with polish masters, counts, princes. Have you seen something like that?..

Savko, show us where are we?

All right. And the masters?

All right. And if you were attacking, how could I send you?

All right. What else?

All right. What else?..

Give me the whip!..

- Father, what do you need it for?

- For you, son of a bitch, didn't show me three ways, but one, which is the best. Button up, sloven!

You'll attack this way. Directly. Got it?

- Yes, sir. I got it!

- Don't hope too much for support, Savochka. So you have to be more brave, have more class hate, you hear? Here you go... No people...

But there were people!..

Like eagles! Taraschanians! They rumbled all over Ukraine!..

What do you need?

- Inspection from the army staff!

- Drive them out to hell! I don't need any inspection, but people!

Mandate!

I give you ten minutes.

- I'm listening. -- What do you need?

- We need to conduct a revision of you Taraschan brigade. Besides, we need to know the quantity of trophies...

- Oh, you want trophies!..

- But first allow us to ask a few questions. -- Ask.

- Please! -- Year of birth? -- I forgot.

- Eh... Your education level? -- From priest in university.

- No, you tell. -- I told you -- from priest.

- Your military education? -- None, uneducated.

- I'm sorry, but how can serve as a Commander of Brigade with no education and military education?

- I serve for revolution, not for position!..

How would Mykola do? -- Check the Party membership.

- Be so kind, are there communists among you?

- Unfortunately not for now. We had one communist, but directed him to Schors.

- Aha. You say you had? Now you don't?

Well, sit down then, sit down...

- Mercy. -- Sit down, please, sit down!

You son of a bitch, rascal! Didn't I shoot your likes enough, when you served to hetman?!

You think I don't remember you? I do!

In Nizhyn... Have you forgotten? When did you manage to become an inspector? Or may be it's not you?

- Excuse me! -- I won't!

I go to combat now. And I take you with me as privates -- for two weeks. There you'll see my education,

general and military! If you stay alive -- we'll talk. If you don't -- I'll send report to the army staff...

- You've got no right! - ...died as heroes forthe revolution!

- Commander of division!

- Howdie, Commander of Brigade! Is everything all right?

- It's fine and coming better. The aid has finally come.

Well, go get weapons!

- It's humiliating! -- Leave those stupidities. -- I won't.

- Commander of Brigade Bozhenko, I order you! -- Yes, yes... I'll do

anything you want. Anything. I listen.

Hm!..

- Vasyl Nazarovych! A polish uhlan regiment has appeared in Baidychi. What to do?

- Cut off! -- It's a vile guerrilla thing! And you'll pay for this!

- Comrade Vurm, ask everyone to exit the car.

So? Was I right leaving my staff and rushing here? There I also have affairs.

- You deserved it. You don't want to take educated commanders.

Borkovskyi, for example, as a chief of Bozhenko's staff...

- You again...

- Yes! And not only me. In the army staff a lot of people think that your whole division is full of guerrilla ideas!

- So the division, that passed entire Ukraine from Unech to Austrian border,

that defeated germans, hetman, Petliura, division, which created the institutions of

Soviet power while passing, is guerrilla warfare?!

- Yes. -- Good.

I'll write about it to Lenin.

- Excuse, but you obey to Trotskiy, not to Lenin!

- Yes, but except being the Commander of Division, I'm also the Party member.

- I'm the Party membertoo.

- Halt! You can't flee, bastard!.. Comrades, officer!

- Ha-a-lt! What's wrong?

- Comrade Commander of Division! - Let go!.. Whatta!..

- Comrade Commander of Division, I've caught hydra! -- What?

- A landlord! Hetman's butcher!.. How many peasants had he killed!

- It's not true! -- Maybe, you're wrong, Sherstiuk? Let go!

- I won't! I won't, comrade Commander!.. I know him like that!..

- ...Comrades! Comrades! We're being sold! -- We're being sold! Comrades!.. We're being sold!

- They won't sell you, you'll be fine! Enterthe cars, we are going to the front!

- Enterthe cars!

- Good luck, Mykola! -- Good luck, old fellow! Take care of the boys!

- Yes, sir! -- Good bye, comrade Commander of Division!

- I don't want to see you in dislocation of my division no more! You hear me?! The car!

- Yes, sir! -- March!

- Neschadymenko!.. Staff is talking. I pass the phone...

- Hello! Neschadymenko? Schors is here. How do you do? Ah?

Wait, wait, wait, later. Listen, give me all you got urgently. Yes.

You can congratulate me. I say, you can congratulate me, the landlords are coming. Yes. Yes, I'm waiting. Waiting.

- Yes. -- Yes. What, what? Nothing, nothing, hold on! I sent you urgent orders. Yes.

Right. Good. What, what? Why do you retreat? Why do you retreat?!

- On your horses! March!.. Here, a horse!

- Won't be. Won't be. Won't be. No. -- Staff...

- Hold on yourself! -- Commander of Division!

- Yes, yes. I'll be in the morning. What, what? The connection is interrupted. Poles? Well good then! Knock them in the front!

Isaac! -- Eh?

- You know what I'm thinking? -- No.

- As we finish the war and plant the... - Yes... entire Earth with gardens, I've heard.

- Hello! What's going on there?

- Mykola!

- Nothing, nothing, nothing. In two hours everything should be fine. Yes, yes. Give me Cherniak!

- Yes, sir! -- Faster! Yes, yes, yes.

- Cherniak?! Cherniak! Here...

- Severyn? Schors. Listen, Severyn! I need your bravery. Yes.

Cross the Horyn near khutor and attack the rear from the station to Baidychi!

What, what? Yes, you got it right. Well done! And faster! Yes, yes. Well, farewell! Farewell. Yes.

What are you saying? Good. Give it!

Hello! Good day, mister!

Polish staff! We surrounded them in the Vyshnevetskyi castle. And Cherniak connected me...

- Eh... - Polish group commander? You're surrounded and defeated!.. Be so kind,

express yourself carefully. Who's talking? It's Schors talking.

Stand up!

Now you've stood up.

Sit down, please.

They say there's a picture in your castle,

which shows the ukrainian people traitor and renegade prince Yarema Vyshnevetskyi fighting in 17th century

with Cossack colonel Bohun.

We wear the name of Bohun and, you know, we are very interested in arts. Yes.

So, would you be so kind... What, what? Oh, over your dead body?

Imagine that we thought like that too.

Cherniak! Severyn! Come on, dear friend!

- Hooray!!!

- Hello, hello! Hello!.. Hello!

- Hooray!!!

- Go ahead, boys! Bohun! In the name of Bohun, go ahead!

The unforgettable summer of 1919 was coming to it's end. All the ukrainian South West was becoming white as because of leprosy.

And general Dragomirov was coming from the North, from Bakhmach to Kyiv.

Schors was rushing in this sinister circle like a lion. Bozhenko was dying.

- Farewell, Russia and Ukraine!.. Farewell!..

Forgive me magnanimously for that I die on lads' shoulders instead of a battlefield...

Mykolai!

Mykolai!

As soon as I die, bury me near the Pushkin... They say he was a great poet!..

Near his monument in Zhytomyr, on the boulevard. Do you hear?

- We do!

- You sing over the tomb ''My testament'' by Shevchenko, will you? He was a great poet too.

Listen to Mykola Schors! He will unite you! And then you strike

the enemy a devastating blow throughout Europe!

And then the White Guards will dig me out of the grave and throw my body to dogs.

And people will watch this and will hate them even more.

I will avenge them on the other side, lads!

...Amid the wide-spread plain, In my beloved Ukraine...

Oh bury me, then rise ye up And break your heavy chains

And water with the tyrants' blood The freedom you have gained...

- Good bye, father! Take our love and friendship forever!

We also forgive you the whip and obscene words.

You didn't fully know the map, but sensed and beat the enemy as it has to be done.

Good bye, Commander, we're in a hurry! We'll recall you in 20 years.

Excuse me generously for I cancelled salute.

We'll launch it in Petliura's head!..

On your horses!..

- On your horses!..

- Why do you retreat to Korosten?

- Why do we retreat? Oh, why do we retreat? -- Yes.

- I answered already to the Commander directly through wire.

- Excuse me, but here's the commandment order to retreat to Kyiv through Korostyshiv along the road.

- Order isn't dogma. Circumstances change, decisions change.

- I don't understand those decisions.

- If you don't understand, don't talk. Retreat to Kyiv?

You want Denikin from Bakhmach and Petliura from Korosten clutch our army and smash it up?

- It's not proved yet.

- So we don't want it to be proved! We move to Korosten and smash Petliura.

- And if don't success, which is also possible! -- everything is possible at war,

especially when soldiers are tired and Trotskiy doesn't want into account the needs of our front!..

No reinforcements are sent!..

So we've got one way left -- contemporary retreat to Russia through Mozyr in orderto get help in Russia.

- This is direct disobeying to the Party!

- It's not you who should talk about it! I obey to the Party. But I don't want obey to the generals,

who invaded army staff due to someone's order!

Damn it!.. I send a telegraph message: ''People are tired. Only additional troops can save the situation...''

They answer: "You have the reserves. Engage into the combat the Red Commanders School''. You understand?

- Why not engage?

- Shut up, you... military man! I won't send to death the Red Commanders School!

I will loose the division, but save the commanders, and I'll have a division! Corps!.. Army!

Hey there, happy people over the Desna. The sun rises over the forest.

Bohunians gathered a force there, and set up the camp for the night...

- Here they are, best of the best! Working-peasants commanders! Such a beauty!

Tell to the special men of Trotskiy that you saw my commanders.

Here they come to change you!

I know you want them to die tomorrow as heroes!

You won't succeed!

This is mine.

Noone can take it from me.

That's it!

Comrades commanders!

Despise the slavery like death, love the revolution like life!

That's me who tells you, Schors! And that's Lenin who told me!..

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