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FENIX FILM

PRESENTS

In memory of our perished fathers and grandfathers

Alexei Bardukov Nikolai Dobrynin

Alexei Zubkov Sergei Shekhovtsov Alexander Tyrymov

Kristina Babushkina Alexander Alexandrov Elena Radevich

In an Alexei Kozlov film

A LOCAL SKIRMISH

Concept developed by Sergei Skvortsov Alexei Kozlov

General producer Olga Maneeva

Written by Alexei Kozlov in collaboration with Valentin Spiridonov

Directed by Alexei Kozlov

D.O.P. Valeryi Degtyarev

- Hait! - Don’t urge him on, Petrovich.

Production designer Alexei Suvorov

Even though he’s a horse, he’s entitled to his New Year’s eve celebration too.

Music by Maxim Koshevarov

Hait!

- Pull over! Woa! - What is it, Stryapukhin?

I won’t be a minute, guys.

Quit smoking shit, junior lieutenant.

Here, help yourself. A trophy.

German generals smoke this stuff.

I’ll be right back.

I’ll help.

A valuable trophy.

An MG-42 machine gun.

Here, hold the belt. They call it ‘Hitler’s buzz saw’.

The Germans fancy it.

What’s going on, guys?

See that? The German was alive.

- Alive? - Stryapukhin, get his machine gun!

Yes, sir, Petrovich.

Putz. Didn’t want to live, now stay here.

Your first one? Never saw them before?

First one.

What?

The greenhorn marvels at the dead German.

This sure gives me the laughs.

- Neutralized him? - What?

Neutralized him affirmative.

An officer.

Thank you, friend. I owe you one.

A New Year’s present. From Zurich.

I’ll give it to our lieutenant.

There must be around 400 dead Germans and our soldiers lying here

under the snow, so be careful and watch your step.

Our business if to collect the trophies.

Burial workers have the most gruesome work.

They’ll need at least two weeks to clear all this up.

Well, we start out?

Hait!

Cm’on!

Lieutenant, get on the sledge, you’ll get yourself blisters on your feet.

It’s all right, I’m used to it.

Tyrymov, you’ve occupied the sledge. Give place to the commander.

- Get on. - No.

- Stubborn. - Well, we offered, didn’t we?

Sanya, get back here!

The junior lieutenant is sulking.

- Why? - For no reason.

Why are you always nagging, Voskoboinikov?

You always have to find a reason for everything. There is no reason.

He’s just sulking in his own right, that’s all.

Maybe he dreamt of killing the Germans,

and he ended up with us, moppers-up,

on the wrong side of his dream. Am I right, lieutenant?

Check this out! A bridge!

How’d it remain undamaged?

Miracles happen.

They must’ve kicked the German ass so strong here,

that the Germans didn't have time for the bridge.

Gimme that.

Not a soul, no guards, no one around.

The folks are laying the New Year table, it’s ceasefire on all fronts.

It should be about 10 hours left. Lieutenant!

We should be thinking about an overnight billeting.

I suggest we stop in the first village on our way.

Agreed.

- Mokhov! - Yes, sir?

Go and find out if we can stop here overnight.

Yes, sir!

LYUTIKI

Lyutiki.

As I see it,

this is where our New Year impromptu hoochfest will take place.

Lyutiki - lil’ buttercups.

It sure is quiet as hell.

We should’ve sent reconnaissance first.

That was wrong tactics.

I personally am not sure

we’ll find high-quality broads here.

And what celebration is that for a soldier without the opposite sex?

Voskoboinikov, say something.

- What is it, lieutenant? - Quiet!

My god! What is that?

- So there’s five of you? - That’s right.

You can all spend the night here.

The hut is big enough to fit everyone.

Especially if it’s only for one night.

That’s just great.

Happy New Year, ladies.

- God help you. - Thank you.

What’re you..?!

There’s a convent nearby.

The Germans have left,

and the nuns are returning home.

- I’m Andrei. - Masha.

Sister Maria.

God bless you.

Girls, why don’t you stay the night?

I’d show you Father Frost.

- Stryapukhin! - What is it?

Come over here.

- Nastyona, pack your things! - Say what?

You’ll overnight at Praskovya’s.

How come?

What’d you mean ‘how come’?

I’ve given shelter to some soldiers for the night.

Get your things ready fast!

Are you afraid they will gobble me?

I said pack!

Attention!

First of all, you talk too much.

Secondly, the watch you’ve appropriated during the raid,

are in your pocket.

It is a trophy, and according to the field manual

it is the property of the Soviet army and the state, and not yours, private!

Therefore tomorrow first thing when we return to base,

you will face court-martial as a marauder.

- Mokhov! - Yes, sir?

Confiscate the watch,

and fill a report about the fact of marauding.

Can I do that tomorrow?

Today’s New Year’s eve.

Do it tomorrow.

Green-ass.

Lucky us to have a fool for commander.

Sanya, there’s a bathhouse being heated in the yard. Throw in some logs, will ya.

- Gotcha, Petrovich. I’m on my way. - Go on.

All right, come on.

Hi.

Hello, beautiful!

Hi there.

You can put your horse in the stall.

The cow’s meek, it won’t hurt it. Leave the cart outside.

No one steals around here.

Wait, how about me make acquaintance?

There’ll be time for that.

I wonder how long she’d slept before we came here?

Since she was born, eh?

All right, that’s something. This is bracing.

So what’re we standing here for? Vyatsky!

Nothing.

I’ll go look around the farmstead.

- Sanya! - Yep?

Tyrymov!

- Unharness the horse. - Done, Petrovich.

Well, tell me about your mistress.

To get a wash in the bathhouse on New Year’s eve –

is a special delight.

Comrade junior lieutenant,

I want to give our host German boots. Let him wear them. If you don’t object.

Or maybe you will insist that all trophies belong to the state?

You have my permission.

Well, thanks for the small mercy.

Here, gaffer, try them on.

Thanks, guys.

You should thank our lieutenant.

Thanks for the boots, son.

They’re my size.

You’re welcome.

Why’d go to the bathhouse alone?

Then again, you did the right thing.

You’re an officer,

means you have to wash first, and with comfort.

I’ve a favor to ask, lieutenant.

What is it?

If any of your guys try to holla at Nastya,

take’em boys in hand, will you?

I let you in from a pure heart.

I was so overjoyed, I’d forgotten all about my little girl.

She’s my niece,

the daughter of my younger brother.

She’s from Belorussia.

I tell you, she’s got some temper.

Before the war she came to Pskov -

to study to become a nurse.

Then the war started, and in Pskov she knew no one.

So she came here to me.

There’s nothing to do here, even though she’s not starving.

Besides she makes my life more cheerful too.

How far away is the convent?

Around 3 hours,

and when there’s snow – would take you 4.

- Petrovich, is she out yet? - No.

It’s good here!

So good.

I’d stay here for good.

- Curse your tongue! - The house is solid.

Look! The fir-tree’s like a bride in a gown.

- This reminds me of Gagra. - What?

Gagra. A Black Sea resort.

What’s she doing there with herself for so long?

At last!

We got tired of waiting.

Sergeant, dig those luscious curves!

It sure took you a while.

We got tired of cooling our heels out here.

I grew so impatient I was about to start knocking on the door.

- So why didn’t you? - I’m too shy by nature.

I wouldn’t say that.

Gee, it’s good!

Hey, guys! Buzz off to the bathhouse.

Cover up your wedding tackle!

Mademoiselle, the fairway is clear!

- Please. - Thank you.

Wait, hold on.

Let’s say hello once again.

- And get acquainted. - Well, hello.

- Nastya. - Sergeant Mokhov.

- Hello. - Private Stryapukhin.

Victor – which means Conqueror.

- Let me hold the kit for you. - It’s not heavy.

Does that matter?

Allow me.

Uh huh. I’ll be right back.

It’s so good here, quite surprisingly so.

- It’s good, only boring. - Hello there, gaffer.

- Wait. - What is it?

- Come, I need your help in the barn. - Maybe I could help?

We’ll manage ourselves.

- Nastyona! - What?

Hush up!

The old man’s stern.

Lord!

Give me strength to live through this day

and let worries not disturb my peace of mind.

Let me lend myself to Your will,

counsel me and grant me comfort.

- Are you in your right mind, child? - What now?

Why’d you have to get dressed up?!

I put on my new dress. It’s the New Year’s eve after all.

Don’t you talk to me like that!

I’m responsible for you, I promised your brother.

Who are they to you, suitors?

Why suitors? I wasn’t going to get married.

I don’t know where you was going,

but them are soldiers, and tomorrow they’ll leave here, and we will stay.

All the more so. When else will I have a reason to dress up?

Just see to it that you don’t get knocked up.

Oh eah? Won’t that be too much?

The sooner they get drunk, the sooner they’ll go to sleep.

Where’d you get all these goodies, boys?

That’s a New Year present from the Germans.

We’re moppers-up, gaffer. The army elite.

Stick with us – and no worries will stick with you.

In this village of ours, Lyutiki,

we haven’t seen a single German during the whole war.

There’s a highway 1 km away,

and all of’em Germans would walk along that highway straight to Pskov.

There’s nothing they’d want here.

They don’t need us.

This site is of no strategic importance.

All we’ve got is one cow

for 7 farmsteads. One girl Nastya.

Four deaf old gammers and myself.

It’s been 3 years of war,

and I haven’t seen one single living German.

So what?

Our commander hasn’t seen one living German either.

But when the war ends, he’ll be telling his children

how he shot the German pest by the hundreds… blat-blat-blat!

A hundred of them - in one fell swoop… Blat-blat-blat! Like hero Ilya Muromets.

Leave the lieutenant alone, Stryapukhin. You’re asking for it.

You’re a pain in the ass. Fiddler.

Commander, care for some tea?

No, thank you, Mokhov.

I do.

- Hope your eyes don’t sting. - Who is keeping watch today?

- What? - Who is on guard?

Cm’on, junior lieutenant. Get real.

The frontline has shifted 20 km away from here.

- Mokhov, it’s 30 km! - Well, there you are.

Today’s New Year’s eve. We might as well relax.

And then there’s only 5 of us.

You suggest that we post 3 men at sentry to guard our only horse,

and the remaining 2 of us will party?

That’s not right.

This should be done decently.

We’re not some Germans, we’re Russian people.

We’ll sit at the table, have a drink, have a bite, talk…

And then again, you’ve only been with us for 3 days,

and the guys and I have fought together at the frontline for 3 whole years.

- We’ve our traditions. - There’s the field manual.

And I act in accordance with the field manual.

In any place of a unit dislocation

there has to be sentry posted.

Oh, forget about the manual tonight.

Forget about it.

Sit at the table,

relax.

Tell us about yourself.

We don’t really know anything about you.

Where’re you from?

River Kama. City of Kudymkar.

There you go, river Kama. That’s interesting.

And are there many talents like you over there, on river Kama?

Unfortunately not.

If there were many like me, the Germans

would’ve been kicked out of our motherland long ago.

You don’t say so!

And how come you, having such an obvious potential for heroism,

ended up in our quartermaster company?

I was designated.

I came to serve where my commanders sent me.

I don’t discuss orders, and I don’t maraude.

And for as long as I’m wearing a Soviet officer’s uniform,

I'll be living according to the manual. And I think that’s normal.

The field manual requires that there is a sentry in every unit.

That means we have to follow it.

Say, Mokhov.

Why don’t we send comrade commander here to the convent.

Let him conduct a political briefing

with them nuns in this funny voice of his -

instead of a night prayer.

- What?! - I might have a nervous breakdown.

And I might give somebody a sock on the jaw.

Quit fussing about, jellybean!

F…ng armchair strategist!

He’d get the Germans kicked out in one swoop!

Did you ever see a German, sonofabitch?

Do you even understand what you’re talking about?!

- Kama seaweed! - That’s it.

That’s it. Take it easy.

Everything’s fine, young lady Nastya.

The New Year party’s in full swing. We’re all gay and jolly.

That’s it. Take it easy.

So what do we do now, beautiful? You’re the commander here.

- We have a gramophone. - A gramophone?!

- Allow me. - I’ll be right back.

Sorry, darling.

You must be cold, officer?

No.

May I pass? I need to go to the barn.

Of course you may.

I know you’re cold, lieutenant.

I’m fine.

I found some records.

Well, now we can dance.

I’m first.

And I’m also the only one, grandpa.

Guys from Vyatka rest, and we dance!

- Mademoiselle. - All right, soldiers,

we’ll have our own separate party.

- Sergei! - Coming.

To the friendship of soldiers,

and to the quartermaster service! Hurrah! Hurrah!

Nastyona. Don’t look at them.

They’re all married.

The lieutenant has three children and a beautiful wife.

- Really? He’s so young. - Alas.

The party ordered: ‘You must!’, and the Komsomol said: ‘Yes!’

Mokhov. A man of solid character. But the age.

- He’s far too old for you. - I wasn’t…

Tyrymov is a shell shock case. Not an option either.

Voskoboinikov -

an ex-recidivist thief.

Mademoiselle, I said ‘ex’.

I said, an ex-thief. There’s nothing to be afraid of.

But still its better not to deal with him.

So, Nastyona,

with all the abundance of choice,

the option for your heart -

is just one.

And that’s me.

Sailor, assigned to the presently non-existent ship of the Baltic Fleet -

Stryapukhin. Victor Andreevich.

Saratov. Unmarried.

Throughout the years of my service

enormous force has accumulated in the depths of my organism.

Oh, you speak such beautiful words.

That I can.

Sanya. Take a glass out to the lieutenant.

Gotcha, Petrovich. I’m on my way.

Lieutenant!

Here, have a drink, junior lieutenant. From the guys.

No. Thank the guys for me.

I don’t drink on duty.

It’s the New Year’s eve!

No. No use trying to talk me into it, Tyrymov.

Go back into the house, you’ll catch cold.

Mistake!

- Gaffer. - Watch out!

What?

It’s not right, commander.

That’s not the proper way.

They guys went to all this trouble and laid the table.

Come on inside.

Go.

Go, Mokhov. Celebrate.

Here’s what I say.

Maybe it’s none of my business,

but this is my third war.

I know the bitch inside out.

I can tell that a big louse is crawling up a seam of your trench coat right now.

Practice. On the whole I’ve been fighting for ten years by now.

That’s half of your life, son.

So you listen to me.

As for the case of marauding – you’ve taken things too far.

You shouldn’t. What do you know about that?

It’s a slippery subject.

Those guys – each of them lived a life you don’t want to live.

They had their share of rough going. They all have bats in the belfry.

Each one has his own hobgoblin messing about. That’s true.

But they’re still human.

They’re soldiers. They’ve all got disturbed psyche.

Tyrymov has half of his head missing.

Two splinters smote half his head off.

He should be invalided out of the army. But just try and tell him that.

He’d chop off your own head!

For them war is no longer the field manual.

It’s life.

Supposing Stryapukhin did take the watch off that frozen German.

So what of it?

What kind of a crime is that, so you ruin the guys’ holiday?

You threaten to court-marshal Stryapukhin.

And the soldier nearly got killed because of that watch.

By a bullet of a lurking enemy.

We have three witnesses who can testify to that.

Trying to make a hero out of him?

He is a hero.

Victor Stryapukhin. Former sailor.

Defended St. Petersburg.

Has two serious injuries and a Medal for Bravery.

Do you know who awarded him that medal?

Marshal Zhukov in person.

There you have it.

Tyrymov is a hero too. You saw him shoot that German today.

- Wasn’t that right? - It was right.

Only he killed that German not in battle,

but covering up the actions of his friend - the marauder.

Why’d you latch onto him!

And then, what is ‘in battle’ and what isn’t?

I understand it this way. There’s the German, and there’s you.

He’s got a machine-gun, you’ve got a rifle.

All according to the rules of a usual battle.

You are set on killing one another.

He who kills first – is the winner in this battle.

All right now.

Andrei, come into the house,

we’ll finish our conversation there.

Help yourself to a piece of dry bread,

Share your last tobacco with me,

So far we’re alive, my friend,

And ahead – what will be, will be.

I’ve forgotten how many years

Our boots waded through the slurry,

our feet trampled dirt and swamps,

Still I’m telling you not to worry.

My dear home and my native land

In my night dreams I often see,

My last bandage on my death wound -

Oh I wonder where that will be?

One last piece of dry bread’s all I got,

I will smoke your tobacco instead,

Sip some tea while it’s steaming hot,

While I roll me a cigarette…

Get up, guys!

Nastyona and I will dace!

Sergei, go call him.

Go on, go on.

Another round, eh?

Cm’on, Petrovich, fill the glasses.

Go into the house. I’ll stay out here.

You already had a drink, Voskoboinikov.

It’s the New Year.

So what if I had a drink?

And you go and throw one down. Don’t be a dolt.

Voskoboinikov, don’t talk to me like that,

cause I’ve a higher rank.

I got the point.

Well then stay here.

Go on freezing your snot.

It’s no use.

- God, he’s stubborn! - Gaffer, give me the knife.

- There. - Oh, Nastyona…

- What’d you want? - Nothing.

Wait.

Cheer up, gaffer!

Soldiers, two minutes left! Sanya, fill the glasses!

What time do they show?

- Our time or Zurich time? - There’s no difference.

Fill them!

Have patience.

What’re you doing, blast you?!

To the New

1944!

To our VICTORY!

And to our leader,

comrade Josef Stalin!

Bottoms up, friends! Wait!

Now!

- Join us, lieutenant. - Cm’on.

Here, lieutenant.

HURRAH!

- Crazy! Hurrah! - Hurrah!

It’s a convent, it’s shown on the map.

We took the wrong road. I studied the route thoroughly.

We have deviated from it by some 5-7 km, Obersturmfuhrer.

Shut up, Schtangen. You’re an idiot.

How could you ignore such a guiding landmark as the railway?

It is straight, and it would’ve led us directly to the bridge.

What the hell did you change the route for?

This path was shorter and safer.

All the Russians are amassed in the area of the railway.

And there are none here.

Yes, but I need the railway bridge, not a convent.

I’ve nothing against spending the night here, only on our way back.

It’s time to go to bed, sister Maria.

You have to get used to our routine.

You have to forget worldly life.

Now your soul belongs to God and the sisters.

It’s cold, the convent is frozen through,

never the less you have to go to sleep. Tomorrow God will make you rise early.

Good Lord, deliver me.

Enough of this futile discussion, Schtangen.

Get the soldiers up, we’re leaving.

Up! Hurry! We’re leaving!

Don’t spread out.

God.

God, forgive me.

Don’t take this as a sin, oh Lord.

But save and protect thy slave Andrei.

Save and protect him.

Save and protect him.

Let this new year of 1944,

that we saw in in village Lyutiki,

be the last year of the war.

We will drive the enemy away from our Motherland,

and then each one of us will live their own life,

- live the way they want. - The war will end.

I’ll come back to Lyutiki- Buttercups. Marry Nastyona.

And all my life will be a bed of buttercups.

- You heard me. - Happy New Year!

- Happy New Year! - Happy New Year!

- Happy New Year, Nastyona! - Happy New Year!

Are we off track again, Schtangel?

No, we’re walking in the right direction.

We’ll get to a village in some 2 hrs. Then it’s another 1.5 hrs to the bridge.

We should’ve arrived at the bridge at nightfall.

And due to your incorrect calculation we’ll be there at lunchtime,

and become a perfect target for the Russians.

It’s a pity we didn’t stay overnight at the convent.

Let’s go, Schtangel. We have to go.

Forward!

I’ve an impression, mademoiselle,

that now my comrades and I will down another shot,

grab a bite to down it with, and the two of us will make a quiet exit

- from this wonderful party. - You don’t say so!

I’m being quite serious.

Select quality!

I made it before the war.

Was waiting for good people to drink it with.

Now the time has come.

- What’re you doing, commander? - Where’re you taking it, lieutenant?

I got presents for you.

- Come on. - Uncle Kolya.

- That’s enough for you. - Come on.

- He’s drunk. - Stryapukhin, hold your glass.

Well, soldiers, cheers!

To the junior lieutenant, to his future war decorations!

Thank you. To you!

Happy New Year!

Happy New Year!

Happy New Year to you, Petrovich. Tyrymov!

Presents, presents, presents!

For the lady – a little bell.

For me? Thank you.

- So that your uncle won’t lose you. - Then I won’t take it.

Joke. Take it.

- For Petrovich – a pen. - Wow! Thanks, Sergei.

To soldiers Tyrymov and Stryapukhin – a lighter each.

To the lieutenant – a whistle.

Thank you.

The lieutenant will spot Germans from his post and give a whistle.

That’s a good song.

Sanya, come on!

Where?

The bathhouse.

It’s hot there.

What do we care.

Come on.

- Come to me. Let me kiss you. - Oh, get off me!

What’re you doing?!

My sweet girl. Wait!

Don’t sleep!

Hello,

My

darling.

Happy

New

Year of 1944,

my dear ones.

Masha, I can’t.

I’m a soldier.

We’ll wrap up the war, and then…

Don’t be offended, really…

You know what happened in our military school?

Three students from our company went awol with girls.

It was on New Year’s eve too.

They arrested the guys, took them away, and they were not to be seen since then.

Ever.

You understand?

It’s war,

Army service is army service.

And you don’t have the right to get distracted.

And that is right. That’s what I think.

I wallow in the dark night

And lilacs in the garden.

Oh can it be, that true love

Will come my way, I wonder?

What’s that medal?

What’s it for?

For the war.

What is it?

- You’re not asleep? - No.

Shut him up.

Writing a letter?

I just had a dream.

Saw my family,

my mother, brothers…

Send your dear ones my regards.

I will.

The candle will burn down soon.

When the Sun comes up – I’ll finish it.

And when we get back to base -

I’ll send it.

Very rarely we happen to be at the front-line.

Most of the time we spend in the rear.

Take care of the children.

And please

mind your own health.

Write to me yourself.

What are the doctors saying?

When we end the war -

you and I will go to Gagry.

It’s a resort

on the Black Sea.

Forward! Follow me!

- A 10-minute rest halt. - Yes, sir.

10-minute rest halt.

Come out! Move it!

Guys, who are you?

Germans?

Is it your cow, old man?

- Milch. Milk. - Milk.

Go to your cow.

Move it!

- What’s wrong, old man? - Just a minute.

- You’ve frozen your cow’s ass? - Come on. Good girl.

Good! We celebrate the New Year with a cup of milk from under a Russian cow.

Germans!

The SS.

Around 20 of them.

Where did they come from?

Nastyona, looks like you produced an impression on me last night,

since I left my rifle in the house.

God forbid that they search the sledge.

There’re weapons there.

What’s he got there, mines?

Mines.

And the guys are sleeping in the house.

What if they go inside.

Nastyona,

listen to me.

My darling girl.

You have to help us out.

Go outside, don’t get dressed, go like this.

Bend down – low as you can, so that they can get a good glimpse

and appreciate how luscious you are.

You’re a fine girl, Nastyona.

A very good girl, it’s true.

What is it you want?

Listen.

You come out into the yard.

Bend down and make it look natural,

as if you’re picking logs to heat the bathhouse. Understand?

Bend down.

Wooden logs.

And you just wait there.

Soon as you know someone has swallowed the bait -

get back here fast.

Only be sure not to drag the whole bunch here.

One fascist will be enough. I’ll give him a warm welcome.

Go on, darling. We have to save the guys.

Go on.

Don’t stand there like a cow! Carry out my order!

Look at that! Come here, beautiful.

Happy New Year, baby!

- Hans. - Yes, sir?

You’ve 5 minutes.

Get your rocks off for all of us!

I’d do it faster.

Didn’t you feel me up

in the night, baby?

I’m an obvious scrawny weakling, all skin and bone.

Why the hell’d you bring the most sturdy one of them?

He was the first one who went. It was all the same to me.

It can’t be all the same to you!

This is war!

You were on an assignment, and this here is your enemy.

You have to use your wit.

All right,

don’t sob.

Stop sobbing!

You did just fine.

There’s a whole bunch of’em, and they all have machine-guns.

I see that, Nastyona.

So what?

We are Russian people.

This is our land.

We cannot afford to be afraid.

Show her, old chap! Have a blast!

What’re you guffawing, bastards?

Forgive me, my darling girl.

I lied to you.

Of course

I am married, sonofabitch.

And back in Saratov

I have a daughter.

A little daughter.

Don’t get sore at me.

All right? Deal?

Deal.

There. We have solved at least one important problem.

If I get killed, I will at least know you have no hard feelings.

Want to get a bullet in your head?

Fall into line!

Hans!

Good luck! We’ll pick you up on our way back.

They’re leaving.

This is not the Russian army for you,

where there’re only dolts.

These are the elite SS troops. Diehard soldiers.

Don’t shoot!

- Did you shit your pants, Ivan? - Sanya…

You sure went to pee at a wrong time.

See, girl, such an unexpected incident

triggered WWI.

Come here. Attack me! Attack me!

Run, Sanya. Run!

Take cover!

What’s going on?

Oh no you don't!

Come on, guys!

Don’t shoot through the windows. One grenade - and we’ll be done.

Wait for me!

Guys!

Help!

How many are there?

My glasses.

Get away from the window.

It’s not for no reason that they showed up here, darling.

Evil warriors are near – they’ve a reason to be here.

I figure they were heading for the railway bridge.

Saboteurs, they’ve mines with them.

I hit the guy with the mines.

Our troops are bringing up the rear,

and the Germans want to blast that bridge.

Yesterday we were near it.

No guards, no one there.

Our junior lieutenant can’t be Everywhere.

He’d post sentry there for sure.

Now they can take down that bridge barehanded.

There’s the whole mystery of Father Frost for ya.

We won’t break out through the windows. They surrounded the house.

I’ll go check the junk-room.

They won’t come breaking into the house. They’ll wait for those two to come back.

So we have some time.

Stryapukhin is holding out there.

That’s it, darling. We’re out of ammunition.

Russians, give yourselves up!

Our guys in the house are silent.

The sonofabitches will go their way.

And behind village Lyutiki there’s the bridge.

We’ll grapple with them.

Fasten it.

Don’t sob.

Your mission is to give birth to more boys after the war.

Never say die!

Out in the village street,

What’s he doing? What does he want?

In the bright Sun,

Girls are rejoicing,

And I am having fun!

Don’t be in such a hurry, commander.

Girls sing and play…

Looks like he’s drunk.

Let’s shoot him and scat.

Wait, Heinrich, I want to understand what this hero wants.

… They steal my sleep away…

Such a jolly song.

Well, ironheads,

you’ve ruined such a wonderful New Year party

for us Russians.

Translate what he said.

He said we ruined their New Year party.

- That’s not good. That’s wrong. - That’s not good.

That’s wrong.

That’s buttercups for you.

Cm’on! Let’s dish it out to them!

Get down!

I hit(?) him, Sergei.

Sergei!

Mokhov, Stryapukhin, Tyrymov, Voskoboinikov, Schukin. Killed in action on 1.01.1944

He has a little daughter

in Saratov.

I’ll give her this.

Andrei!

Andrei!

I was afraid

I will never,

never ever see you again.

Andrei.

That couldn’t be.

Masha,

do you understand?

That couldn’t be.

On January 1, 1944, to the west and north-west of Nevel

our troops thrust forward and occupied 28 towns and villages.

At other sectors of the battlefront there have been no significant developments.

Only local skirmishes were registered.

Translated by Elena Baskakova

Subtitles at Mosfilm Studios subt@mosfilm.ru