All language subtitles for Zheleznaja.doroga.2007.DVDRip.ENG

Federal Agency on Culture and Cinematography

Russian Railways

"29th February" Film Company.

Sergey Belyaev (father)

Viktor Terelya (school principal)

Daniil Shavkunov (Mishka)

Elena Veshkurtseva (mother)

Olga Degtyareva (Louise)

Pyotr Zaychenco (train driver)

Aleksei Fedorchenko (director)

And so on :)

The Railway

Sometimes any thing for a man,

Mishka, is not clear in full.

I did anything with it.

I glued it up, I vulcanised it,

I changed it.

But it deflates constantly and
I swap it constantly.

Don't worry, Mishka, we'll ride.

Man is stronger than a wheel.

Tuck your shirt.

Hmm... well done.

Now take the flower.

Well, now you look like a normal kid.

Until my ten I "u-u-u-u-u'd myself.

You must remember. And your Mishka, two years ago,
what poems he recited on a stool. So he's normal.

He shouldn't go to the ordinary school anyway.

Where can I find unordinary one for you?

Nevermind, he will be studying in my school.

He will not be going to school without me.

He used to go with me.

Oh, you should set up as a stoker to my school then.

Our stoker ran down anyway.

With the circus?

With what circus?

Again? Are you starting it again?

I'm sick of this your circus.

How long will it last? It's all the same,
again and again and again.

Don't start it.

I'm not going to work as a stoker.

A am a driver.

How about an... off-hour work?

You have nothing to carry whatever.

And if you'll work as a stoker there is... the salary.

The salary?

Well, not really a salary, but coal.

And also, you are your own boss.

No, I am a driver.

This negativism of you... is from spiritual wounds.

Anyway you were quarreling all the time...

What?

Nothing.

What?

What, what? Nothing!
-What?

Schmothing!

You will tear my shirt!

I'll tear - I'll sew!
-I'll sew it myself!

Wonderful years of school. School.

Life in our school, comrades children, got better!

slightly.

And the building... sports ground,
and the computer classroom...

You will have them both in our school.

Sure you will.

Some day.

They are all grown up so impressive over the summer.
You will believe me, I'm worrying like it's the first time.

Hush, children, don't be naughty.
I said don't be naughty!

Do you want to kill me? Go to the classroom, quickly!

I'll call Evgeniy Yurievich to the
Regional Department of Education.

He'll definitely help.

Definitely!

Know and love your edge.

Our edge is rich in all.

The heroine of the war of 1812,
peasant woman Susanna Suchilskaya.

The famous rock-musician Pasha "The Silence".

Cosmonaut Ivan Kharlamov.

Tractor-driver Sergey Normulyov.

Steam locomotive "The Ghoul", in the firebox of
which 18 red heroes brutally died.

World's largest deposits of
ultradeep stratification coal.

The endless steppe.

And about what we are going to listen today?

[everybody wants to listen about different things]

Be quiet!

Today we are going to listen about
tractor-driver Normulyov.

We used to have a church, where people
prayed not to God, but to one tractor-driver.

To Normulyov Sergey Aleksandrovich.

Sometimes he was coming out of
the river on his white tractor

and working miracles.

People had just close their eyes and make a wish.

And it certainly came true.

She was a test pilot. In the north.

Do you know, Mishka, that in the
north all the planes have red tails?

She was testing a new parachute...

and it... and she... hit the ground, crunch...

in the chops... and all the bones are...

head on the one side... maybe
she would survived, but...

head on the one side.

This is our boiler room.

By the way it's a historical place.

Here, just before the Revolution, train drivers
were organizing congregations

and torturing traitors.

And where is the coal?

I've got one idea.

It was my idea. My idea.

And no one else.

We know all your ideas.

Idea #1: Searching for treasures.

What are you doing? Here, faster.

Where are you excavating? You are excavating in
a wrong place. You need to excavate here!

Idea #2: Organization of paid exhibitions

Museum of communism's tortures

Idea #3: Organization of school's cafe

Patties

I'm looking for a money not
for myself, but for the school.

For the sake of children I would have visit the Devil.

Evgeniy Yurievic, I need money for repairs, you know it.

Schoolyear has started and I need to
repair the roof and the radiators.

And speaking about the cabinet of chemistry: I don't have even
flasks and test-tubes, not to mention alcohol for burners.

And where is the computer? You promised me the computer.

I have promised to the children a sports field.

Ah, go to hell.

Bastard.

Here it is, my darling, my little idea.

We'll sluice it with water from
a hose an it will be as new.

Remember, Mishka, steam locomotive is a cultural and
historical value, it is protected by the state... but badly.

You must understand, these are hundreds
of miles of godforsaken villages.

There is no forests and winter is coming.

What will they stoke?

Nobody had ridden on this branch
line for almost ten years.

We'll be back in a week.

And then, the happiness; computer
classroom, repairs for the school,

and we'll make a sports ground.

And there will be some profit for
us, you know, for our work.

And what about Mishka?

Mishka? What's about Mishka?
You can leave him by my mother.

He would not remain.

OK, take him with you.

We'll register his truancies as hike over
the places of military and labor glory.

Well, let's say, a bag of coal for
30 rubles (somewhere about $1).

There are 50 kilo's of the coal in a bag.

If we'll load the coal-car and then, for the road, well,
to throw into the firebox, so, subtracting... not enough.

Listen, let's take one more car... Eh? Here we go!

So, what's about a train driver?

Hey, master! Is there anyone at home?

Am I needed again?

Whether you can crawl to the steam locomotive?

He'll make it, definitely.

Where is it?

Well, we have hitched one more car...

Palych, head of the depot gave us it.

We are old friends, his son wandered from grade to
grade in our school seems like about 15 years.

But he inn't aware of it, he is a proper man.

Nobody was riding in that direction
since the last century.

Backwater branch line.

And there's nothing anymore already.

Absolutely nothing?

The man crawled from there last year.
Manager of the chapiteau circus.

He fell behind the troupe. He was walking a whole year.

And the circus disappeared.

Is somebody survived, they became wild.

Never mind, Palych, we have a map,
and the railway will lead us back.

It will certainly lead you back...

Does these pickles made by your wife?

It's a bribe, Pasha, a bribe...

Coal, children, is growing ripe in the ground.

Millions of years.

And the miners extract it from specific holes
and stack enormous mountains of it.

Therefore, the miners have black skin forever.

Both coal and bread.

I think that children should work.

If they haven't learned to work
at school, then it's late.

Wait...

Such a steam locomotive will flatten any way.

Here we go!

[singing the song about soviet space explorers]

She was an emergency physician.

Do you know, Mishka, that
ambulance cars has red crosses?

Suddenly, a conflagration in the distant forest

and about a hundred tourists in this forest.

She was off to rescue them, to take them out.

She taken out about a 78 people.

And then the wind, fire is around.

Her hair and clothes caught fire.

Her skin has crackled, heat...

She wants to breathe, but there is nothing to.

Lungs like a bubble, pop.

Maybe she would survived, but lungs like a bubble...

If only the rails were intact...

Otherwise, they could disassembled them. Right?

They could not.

It is a pump, Mishka.

It pumps water

from a reserve tank to the boiler.

This pump was presented to us
by our city fire department.

Freeze! I say freeze!

Well, all in order, all according to plan, there,

look, here is Elevator, here
is Ordyn and here is Hutoryata.

Hutoryata is precisely couldn't disappear.

This is a big village.

I've been there once, in my childhood.

Further is Kladovaya and Zvillinga...
take your hands off and don't crumple the map.

Zvillinga ant there is Krainyaya.

The road is longer, less coal will remain.

What will we trade?

Don't economize, new life begins.

They're gone.

With the houses?

How about whistle a bit?

Elevator

There is a work - burning
of the empty villages.

Work for an artel.

Artel walks along the roads and
burns dead villages, towns,

crumbles everything to a chernozem,
so the earth becomes cleaner.

With no memory of the past times, folks.

Come in, dear guests.

Your father and I, Miska,
are teamwise since the childhood.

Thick as thieves, really.

To the mountains, to the forest, to the sea...

The sea, Mishka, is like a steppe -
neither the end nor the edge,

only it's a very very blue.

Let's swim...

Hi guys, where are you going?

And who the hell are you?

Ah, yes, yes... What are you carrying?

What do we carry? We are carrying coal.

Fine, I can take everything, but I'm saying at once -
I have no money, no money.

I can offer a sawmill: new, in boxes,
unopened. How about this? No?

Ah, I can offer an elephant,
truly, guys, buy an elephant.

An elephant?

And where is your elephant?

An elephant? It's there, in the gulch.

And why dow we need an elephant?
-There's a Mosin rifle and a
box, a box of ammo.

And if you want, we can exchange a steam locomotive...
-Aaahhh?

OK, guys, got it, see you later.

Hey, guys, buy an elephant, buy an
elephant, guys, buy an elephant!

Well, I told you, there are people...

Do you know, Mishka, there is a
road which drivers are afraid of.

If at least one wheel gets at it, you
will never be able to move out of it.

So you go in a straight line until the gas
tank will be clinking of emptiness.

Comrades, comrades, help me out, tractor
died out, yank it, I have the rope.

Friend, friend, let's yank it.

I need to get to a lake.

It's not far from here.

Is your tractor running on the coal?

What are you talking about? This is a tractor,
K-700. It's running on the diesel fuel.

Well, that's all, thus we have no time.

Friend, let's yank it now then.

We are in a hurry, tractor-driver.

In a hurry, there is no time.

OK, we'll help.

This is for you.

"Ah, you, Vasya, dear, we're friends, last year
we were moving back the tractor by our backs!"

Comrades, thank you, bye!

Maybe these are the villagers,

who left the Elevator?

Gypsies?

So much time has passed...

Hello, gypsy friend, we are selling
coal, very good, rich coal.

30 rubles for a bag.

10 bags = discount.

Do you have batteries?

No, only a coal.

Where do you wandering to?

That way.

And why not this way?

We already were there.

And what is there?

Eh... Listen, why to buy,
why to sell... let's play.

There are no fools to play with the gypsies.

Well, then give me a coal...

Oh, yeah, sure.

He wouldn't fight one on one.

Let's fight, he said, all we are and all you are...

What kind of fight is it?

It's good that they have exhausted
to quickly unload a coal.

They took away only 1/3 of all coal.

Yeah, that's how we were trading the coal, goddammit.

We had to play.

We had to buy the rifle.

What a gun?

There was nothing.

And why would we need it, we
were trading coal, not a gold.

- 40.
- 5.
- 39.
- 6.

- 30.
- 10.
- 20.
- 15.

20. Cause I'm giving you a
box of ammo in addition.

Zincous.

Then 16.

19, this rifle is brand new.

17 bags and that's all.
-OK.

I can take the steam locomotive if you want.
- The steam locomotive?

But I don't have money.

-And what have you got?
-Sawmil and an elephant.

Where is an elephant?

In the gulch.

I don't need an elephant.

As you want, I sell it to somebody else.

Many people are riding here.

Four, or even five per year.

These are not the stars, Mishka,
these are the meteors.

Meteors are the flashes in the upper atmosphere,

caused by the invasion of
solid cosmic particles to it.

Just imagine, they fly with cosmic speed -
12 kilometers per second -

and burn away, and it's pointless to make wishes.

They won't come true anyway.

Why are you awake?

Are you yearning?

Do you remember your mother?

Bitch...

Mishka, cut it.

I had told you before the wedding - don't get
married, and I had told you after the wedding...

don't get married.

Don't get married, don't get married,
don't get married, I was telling you you, I was...

We are still having plenty of coal.

We'll ride some more.

Miska should study.

Ah, we'll teach him ourselves.

And now, Mishka, we will be learning history.

History of our edge.

Since ancient times people lived here,
they trampled the whole steppe, rammed it.

If an archeologist will dig anywhere in this steppe he will
find a curved scythian knife or, maybe, a sarmatian helmet,

or rotten Khazarian bast shoe.

Now people have weaned from steppe,

but formerly it was their home.

Now archeologists are finding
whole cities in steppe

in which people lived afore.

Thousands of people.

And coal was needed to all of them.

And the hooch.

The enemy, Mishka, always should be in the arc of fire.

Do you have first aid kit?

Nope, coal only.

Maybe you have remedy against midges?

Are we looking like a shop or something to you?

That's bad.
-Have you seen a large, thick, curly men? We a
searching for him about two years already.

-No, we haven't seen nobody like this.
-He is entomologist.

He examines the beetles.

Who will find him - will be rewarded,
reward is one million dollars.

In cash.

Or in non-cash payment.

We don't leave our friends in trouble.

Therefore, the miners have black skin
forever and the coal is their bread.

Ordyn

I was telling you.

How do I live? I live well.

Chickens, a cow, a kitchen-garden...
I castrated a piglet yesterday.

Only repairmen wasn't sent for a long time.

And the rails no longer shine.

Everything else doesn't matter.

Is there any villages further?

And whither can they disappear?
Steppe approaches, of course.

-We'll bulk you some coal.
-I have everything I need already.

And we'll bulk you some anyway.

I'll tell you about the steppe.

The steppe is when there is only grass and no trees,

no hills, no mountains, nothing. Here it is.

And we have MANY steppes.

So many, that we'll neither ride nor
walk around them for all our years.

But our land has the edge though.

Maybe another lands don't have edges, but our land has.

And it's neither a precipice, nor
the sea, but the red unknown throat.

Do you understan me, Mishka?

We reached the village on the third day.

I was right nonetheless.

Khutoryata.

We'll be taking everything.

If we'll not sell somewhat,
it'll be useful for school.

What do you have here?

Lenin? One bag. Move along, Ilyich.

-Chair? One bag.
-This is not enough. Give me two.

Not enough? Not enough? All
according to the price-list.

-One more bag would be great.
-Go away.

-Finger ring.
-Two bags.
-Not enough, my dear.

-OK, three bags. I said, three.
-Three is not enough, is it possible to
deal according to the price-list?
-Must not.

Negros per five bags.

It's not a Negro, it's a Moor.

-Moors per four.
-But it's a rarity!

No matter, I said four! Get out of here!

According to the price-list.

What the hell is the moral law within?

And where can it be, if not within?

Nowhere.

If it would be inside, then
outside it wouldn't be needed.

How come it wouldn't be needed?

What are the dreams for,
if they don't come true?

What are the stars above us for?

Above us are lanterns, and birds, and flies.

And I say, that a law exists.

It exists, and it's within us.

Cloudlet, my little Cloudlet.

Maybe this law exists, but it doesn't work.

You owe me 19 bags.

What is your name?

Louise.

For you, Louise, 20 bags.

No, 21.

And give some more to the little kid.
- OK.

Here it is - a real capitalism.

Let's go. We have to get up
early tomorrow. We need to ride.

Whither? Coal sells well.

We need to ride.

Tractor-driver nicknamed "Strength"
lived in our village.

And once, in July, he had a dream about a broad.

Greeneyed, rosy, kind.

She said: "Come to me in the grove behind the field."

"I am the love." the broad said.

"And I have chosen you, because you are the strongest man
on the Earth and a new life will be born from us."

"Come, I'll be waiting."

Whoa, stand still!

The next morning "Strength" went into the grove.

He came to the grove, and there was a woman from
a dream, and there were no clothes on her.

She is standing naked, covering herself with the grass,

"Strength" has laid down beside her and
forgot about everything in the world.

"Strength" didn't tell anyone about the grove,

but since then he thought only about his beloved one.

Beware!

And the next year the locust overcame our village,
there were no such things before.

And "Strength" started to ride the fields
and shower the locust by chemistry.

And her beloved was walking towards him:
"Halt, what are you doing?"

"I'm eradicating the locust, all our brigade erdicates it."

Let the other eradicate, you must not. It's a sin.

They are the kin of yours.

Take me away from here. Will you?

[singing kind of nostalgic song about school years, which
can not be returned back and which are impossible to forget]

- Will you? Will you?
- Hush, hush.

Maybe you'll stay?

What's your name?

I'm Dashka, she's Sashka. And what's your name?

Maybe you'll stay?

Maybe you'll stay?

Will you buy me a dress? A green one.

Ten dresses.

And how about earrings?

You're going to rake them by your hands.

And how about a car?

Is this steam locomotive is not enough for you?

Come on.
- Nope.
Come on.

So, next: carpets - 7 pcs., chairs - 15 pcs.,
tables - 3 pcs., Moor - 1 pc.

Where did he get it?

Ring with a gem.

Cloudlet, Cloudlet, Cloudlet... bitch!

Chickens - 1... 2... 3... 4... 5... 6...

7!

Jars of hooch - 79... Oh, WOW!

So, one sewing machine, one
book about housekeeping,

accordion...
- Accordion is mine.

Yes, yes, I remember.

Men's underpants... where is it from?

What the hell did they tout to us? What a people!

Yeah, this is what our people like.

[reading an old soviet housekeeping book]

After the accomplishment of intimate intercourse
with the wife you have to let her go to the bathroom.

And when will we ride back to the town?

Soon, soon...

But you don't need to follow her.

Maybe now?

Let her be alone, maybe she'll want to cry.

Maybe now?

Nope.

Now it's a physical education lesson.
- No.

Come here.
- No.

Come here.
- No.

I said come here, warm-up is starting,
feet are shoulder width apart...

She was a police officer, Mishka.

She was serving in the highway patrol.

They have these striped sticks, you know.

And there was a criminal.

He was driving Zhiguli (a.k.a Lada,
russian make of vehicle).

He was rushing, and she was walking towards him...

Stop, stop!

But he... smashed her.

She was flying 42 meters.

Maybe she would survived, but the tank
battalion was returning from military exercises.

Stop muzzing the kid. What if she comes back?

She won't return.

What if she'll roll up.

Who needs her here?

You need her.

What?

Pasha, come out for a second.

- 2 bags.
- 4.
- 2.
- 4.

4? It's so old, it's peeling off.

I said 4.

If you want to ask something from God, then
you need to cut off a part of yourself.

Finger or something else.

And desire will certainly come true.

Put your hand on the chump, chop... happiness.

I have everything come true.

Chop... and happiness.

- 2.
- 4.
- 2.
- 4.

- 2 and a half.
- 4.
- Well, 3, but 4 in no way.

- 4.
- OK, give it to me.

Fooouuur... Take it away.

You don't know how to bargain.

3 bags for the jar of brine.

Yeah, hens are rising in price.

- Will someone else come?
- No one will come.

And what is ahead there?

[words are illegible]
Kladovaya.

Eight years old little girl is standing
lonely and calling her mother childly.

Mists, fogs, how can I live without my mother?

How can I live without my mother?
I'm asking just about one thing.

Gray mists are walking across the field as if
they don't hear words of the orphan.

Mists, fogs, give me back my mother, give me back
my mother, I'm just asking about this one thing.

Do you get it, Mishka? You and me are like
astronauts, we are discovering unknown lands.

Terrestrial lands.

Pioneers, goddammit.

Louise!

Louise!

We need to return.

Fry the chicken!

You've already fressed all of your chickens.

I said fry the chicken!

She seems fat.

I think she's normal.

And I say she's fat.

I gave her the ring with a gem,
and she wears it on the finger,

puts her hand forward, spreads out her
fingers and twirls and twirls and twirls.

Shoot, shoot, just quietly.

We'll tell her that it has escaped.

Shoot the dog?

The dog, of course, not me.

I can't shoot the dog.

How come you can't? You should be able to. You should.

Shaggy bastard, it makes my life miserable.

That's all because of it.

And maybe we should do it to Louise too?

Do what?

Well, put her off on the way back.

Shoot, or it will tear me.

I'll fluff this way.

Is that better? Come, come closer.

OK, just imagine that it's a circus dog.

Front somersault, back somersault, hop, hop...

A murrain on you!

You should catch real criminals, not us.

There are so many of them.

What do we do?

Let's take away their stuff.

And what should we do with them? Will we kill them?

And we'll fress them.

And what about the broad? Will we kill and rape her?

You are a fool, rape at first, then the murder...
-I told you the same.

Maybe they need to be tortured?

And we'll fress them.

You better not even try this.

Lola, this is a robbery, we must be in
character, what the robbers are we, zounds.

We are robbers by no means, let's work.

That's all, there will be no applause,
take away their stuff, we have earned it.

Carpets - 7 pcs., chairs - 15 pcs.,
tables - 3 pcs., the hooch. Bastards!

Rubber plant, book about housekeeping,
men's underpants... Bitches!

We need to turn back.

Please, let's ride some more.

Coal is almost gone.

And how do we get back?

How? Empty-handed?

And how do we not get back?

[he's definitely speaking english :)]

- What's with him?
- I don't understand, sounds like english. Exactly.

Isn't he that beetle-scientist, who
has been sought by the rescuers?

Let's surround him.

Louise, step aside.

I said step aside!
- Leave me alone.

Step aside, Louise.

Let's...

What's ahead? What?

Louise, I tell you - step aside!

They promised a million.

Do you believe Negros?

Yes I do.

See, his woman is worrying about him.

Let's throw him out.

Zvillinga.

Where are your parents?

Why are you not at school?

Hey, where are you going, kid?

Hello, children.

Take me with you.

Will you? Will you? And then
back home to the town.

It hurts... hurts... I always
layed myself out for them...

They are... I wanted to set
up a computer classroom...

They thought that I am, a school principal,
wouldn't cope with some children.

There were only two groups,
I don't know, 50-60 persons.

We have arrived.

She was a... I tormented her.

Jealousy, she was beautiful, I was
fighting, and so she escaped.

I didn't give you away.

Mother loves you... but doesn't love me.

Well, let's ride some more?

Some more forward and...

Pasha, let's ride home.

It was needed for me.

Without me, nothing would have happened.

It's my guilt.

For the hijacking of the locomotive and the theft
of pump and coal dad and uncle Pasha

sustained a sentence in the form of three years' probation.

The court has taken into account excellent
testimonial from a place of work,

which has been written by uncle Pasha himself.

Louise and Cloudlet have stayed with him,

and he missed them when lingered in the school.

And mother came back to us.
- Mishka, sonny.

Fansubbed by tROXXY, Jan/Feb 2012
Sorry for the grammar :)