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Teenagers

Dream?

Well, do you dream about anything?

Nah...I don't dream.

I do love myself.

Even my mistakes and my...

...shortcomings.

And what do you hate yourself for?

Stubbornness.

I am very stubborn. Harmful, even.

When did you start smoking?

In first grade.

And drinking?

Drinking?

I don't even remember...

And, excuse the expression, when we "get buzzed",

we become uninhibited.

Well, you feel freer when you drink.

You don't think about anything. You become stupid, instantly.

Relaxing?

Well, I relax when...

When people go fishing to relax, for example,

it's not the fish that's important, it's the process itself.

So maybe it's the same thing in this case.

What do you mean, why? We just wanted to drink.

You need money for that.

And then we "get to business". And that's that.

What business?

After payday, we get "wasted".

We go out, and everyone's in a really gallant mood. We're "getting to business".

I have all sorts of things!

- Priors? - Yes.

And what about your parents?

When they found out, they said: "You brought this upon yourself".

I never brought home the loot because my mother would scream at me:

"Why are you bringing home other people's things?" Blah, blah...

Back then, I was still small.

So where would you hide it?

We'd bring it to someone's flat, someone whose mother wouldn't say anything.

- Would you hit someone? - I could.

What for?

Just because.

- I could... - What for?

Could just be because I'm angry.

- Would you knock them in the eye? - I would...

- And get pleasure out of it? - Mhm...

It depends on the person, though.

If it were someone I hate, then I would get pleasure out of it.

What is a "good person"?

Well, a "good person" is... well...

How do I put this?

It's not that they're necessarily "good"...

How do I put this...?

Let me think about it...

Goodness... well, it's...

I can't even say what "goodness" is...

I don't know!

A "good person"?

Well, this is a person who... well, I don't know...

It's not something you can just convey through words.

"Good"...

Well, it's so hard to be "good", after all...

Truly "good"...

Vova, Vova!

Here, please.

Sit down.

- Is there no one else? - Antonov promised.

Teenagers

Writer Yuri Klepikov

Director Dinara Asanova

Cinematography by Yuri Veksler

Songs by Vitaly Chernitsky to lyrics by Victor Bolshakov

- Do you have any questions for the accused? - No.

- And you? - No.

- Does the defense have any questions? - No, I do not.

Prosecutor, any questions for the accused?

I do have some questions for the accused. Kireev, tell us -

you deliberately pickpocketed other people, did you not?

- How many pockets are you charging me for, exactly? - Shut up, shut up!

But you do understand that you were pickpocketing someone?

It was by accident.

It doesn't work that way, Kireev. You were caught red-handed.

And to think this is all over three rubles. Three damn rubles..

Not three, but four rubles!

The victim lives on that money for two whole days!

After all, it's just like taking a piece of bread from a starving man.

I didn't know.

Forgive me.

I have a question.

Tell us, Kireev - do you have any priors for theft?

- No. - Why are you lying, Kireev?

I am not lying.

Then who, under the guise of collecting waste paper,

stole a jar of jam and book from the apartment?

I wanted to read...

And who stole a microscope from the biology lab?

I returned the microscope.

It was found in your possession.

You just didn't have time to sell it off.

Otherwise, your father would have had to pay for the stolen microscope.

Hmm...so he ran off, huh? He'll pay you, just you wait.

Don't be cheeky, Kireev.

You think this is some kind of parent-teacher meeting?

"I'll be scolded and then let off"? You're talking back, lying,

and not regretting a thing.

And we want to understand what led you to commit these heinous acts.

May I?

Stand up, please! State your name.

I am Pavel Vassiliyevich Antonov, head of the sports and labor summer camps.

Pavel Vassiliyevich, please come closer.

Go on.

I've known Kireev since last winter.

This is our new practice. In the winter, we work

with them in the city, and in the summer, we take them out to nature.

We work on a suburban farm.

Dear Judges, Kireev deserves severe punishment.

However, I would like you to know that, which

Kireev himself and his sister Margarita are silent about.

They are silent because

they are embarrassed about some aspects of their lives.

You were just talking about a jar of jam,

and I kept remembering this one case...

Actually, in class, I noticed that he doesn't

change clothes like the other kids do,

as is typically done for the sports sessions.

I walked up to him, made a comment about it and he...

He became very upset,

and didn't come to the club for a whole month.

Then I found out that he didn't have underpants.

Do you comprehend that? This boy...

...doesn't have the most basic underpants!

And these kids...

They never knew of parental affection or care.

They have no mother.

They live with their father, this...

This drunken, inhumane man...

He spends his pay on drink,

and these two live on the scholarship

which Margarita brings home from vocational school.

Look at him!

He's fifteen years old!

Will you give him fifteen years?

He is entirely physically underdeveloped,

but this can be remedied.

Even worse is the case of his spiritual development, he does not read books!

He barely studies...

He is not allowed in decent homes so he doesn't ruin the good boys,

and so, the only place where he feels like a person is the alleyway!

Many times he and Margarita have spent the night in my club,

because their father brings home drinking companions and casual women.

What good things can I say about my pupil, Kireev?

He is ashamed.

He is ashamed of himself,

his sister,

and even his father!

This means he has a conscience.

I can guarantee that he never drank a drop of alcohol in his life.

I ask you to give us Kireev on bail.

I promise he will make amends.

- Any questions? - No.

- Prosecutor? - No, everything is clear.

- Are there any questions? - Mhm.

Are you sure?

No.

Pavel Vasiliyevich, you said: "I can guarantee".

Do you understand that...

as guarantor, you bear a certain responsibility?

The most important thing for me,

in the case that I'm wrong,

is that naturally, I would feel...

very bitter.

But I think...

I think it will not happen.

No further questions.

You are given the last word, Kireev.

Stand up, please.

Stand, Kireev!

The court gives you the last word! Is that clear?

Give me less...

- Do you repent? - Yes.

The Court shall retire to deliberate for sentencing.

All rise, the court is adjourned!

All rise, the court is now in session!

In the name of the Russian Soviet Federative Socialist Republic,

The People's Court has decided,

and has found Vladimir Ivanovich Kireev

guilty under Article 144, part one

of the Criminal Code of the Russian Federation,

and has sentenced him to two years imprisonment.

Bastards, some sentencing they've given me!

Shut up!

On the basis of Article 46

of the Criminal Code of the Russian Federation,

Kireev is granted a deferral of the sentence for a period of one year.

Detention of Kireev has also been annulled,

thereby relieving him from the courtroom.

Vova!

Pavel Vasiliyevich!

Can I have a minute?

Pasha..?

Pasha!

That's right, it is Antonov!

Well, do you recognize me?

Wait, wait...

- You remembered? - You old devil!

- Wow! - Come here!

Here, boys - it's Antonov!

We competed together on the national team.

- They're yours? - Mine!

- I'm taking them to regionals! - Good kids!

So should we maybe go sit down?

- I can't. - Huh?

Wake up!

Volodya!

- What, he's yours? - Mine.

So big!

He looks like you.

He looks like you.

Vasiliy Vasiliyevich, so are we going?

I'm coming. Go on now!

- Well, where are you off to? - To work.

- To work? - Mhm.

Why are you lying?

Dacha, garden, kindergarten?

Sports and labor camp.

So it's true then that you quit sport..

- ..because of these punks? - I did.

- Long ago? - This is my first year.

- Working as? - A tutor.

You should drop all of that!

Come on, the salary sucks. The job has no prospects

It's, well, a dead-end.

In a word: a dead-end swamp full of weeds and frogs.

Undignified, pathetic, you know?

You have a diploma, you're a master, a champion of society...

Do you want me to make you a coach of the national team?

Vasiliy Vasiliyevich, the soup is getting cold!

I'm coming, I'm coming!

Well, anyways, Pasha - think about it.

What I'm offering, is what I can do for you.

What are you staring at? Get the drums down.

You freak!

With credentials like yours, I would...

Well, if you want, you can call me. You have my phone number.

Get back here!

I said, get back!

Here I am.

As you crawled in, so you should crawl away!

Wait!

- Your surname? - Ya know it!

Not "ya", but "you"!

- Ya know it! - Not "ya", but "you", I just said!

Your surname?

Shmyryov.

Well, Shmyryov, confess!

Confess what?

Confess what you were doing in the tent!

Searching for cigarettes.

- Did you find 'em? - No, I did not.

Ah, you didn't. Which unit are you in?

- I'm off... - I'll see about that!

Now, answer quickly!

What?

Which unit are you in?!

"The Slavs".

You'll inform your commander about what you were doing in the tent,

you'll tell him you were looking for a smoke.

"The Slavs"... Now get out of here!

- You want some kompot? - Yeah, sure.

I made it myself!

So, is anyone sick?

- One of ours, Pasha. Our second emergency. - What?

Zaitsev and Rublyev were expelled.

- Oh, yeah? - Mhm...

Bastards.

Harder!

"I called my horse..."

Let's see here!

If I see this again... there'll be trouble.

"My horse recognized me..."

"He ran down the white road..."

"...with his clean horseshoes thundering!"

Again?

"My horse will fly..."

"...like a bird over the river".

Go.

"His swept mane will dance..."

"That's how he is!"

Welcome back, Pasha! And these are some decent records, by the way!

They called you from the district executive committee.

Oleg, who kicked out Rublyev and Zaitsev?

The council of commanders. I insisted.

We agreed not to kick anyone out of the camp.

Vodka, Pasha!

So they can drink anywhere, just not here, right?

Where are they?

In the city, I think.

Tomorrow you will go and bring them back.

Because of those...You're putting me in a ridiculous position!

My friends, let's all think about one good deed

that we did today.

Think...

The state farm will meet us halfway,

but for this it would be good to play in their House of Culture, at dances. Vitya?

- Alright, we'll play. - Well, that's all clear.

Now let's listen to the commander of the "Avant-garde" unit.

The unit worked in the hayfield, they stacked about three tons of hay.

The sanitary condition of the tents is excellent. No troublemakers here.

- How many points do we give the "Avant-garde" unit? - Two hundred.

- Are you stupid or something?! - And to think all they did was stack hay.

Listen, you try working in the sun!

Quiet, quiet, quiet...

Two hundred points is not enough, of course.

I suggest two hundred and fifty.

I agree.

Well, alright.

Now we'll listen to "The Spartans".

"The Spartans", without sparing themselves,

worked hard and with great enthusiasm as they unloaded wagons of chemicals.

They achieved a record result: sixty tons were unloaded.

What sixty tons, you bigmouth?

- Only fifteen. - Lying again?

You weren't at the station, Oleg Pavlovich!

What do you mean I wasn't?! I was at the station and I saw the waybill!

They only unloaded fifteen, Pasha.

Opinions?

For lying - a penalty of fifty points!

- Now we listen to "The Slavs". - The unit--

Oh, I forgot... At the station, there was a wagon with "sixty tons" written on it.

OK. Sit down, shut up, Next time you lie, we'll remove even more points. "200".

The unit worked on... It tore down the barn.

Six pallets of bricks were dispatched.

- Why are you so unhappy? - What is there to be happy about, Pasha?

While you were in the hayfield, they took a thousand points

off of us because of Zaitsev and Rublyev! A thousand, not fifty!

Mhm...what did you think they were going to do, kiss you on the forehead?! Go on.

There were...troublemakers.

Regarding Shmyrov, who was snooping around for smokes -

I ordered him to fetch water for the sinks.

The sanitary condition of the tents is good.

- Opinions? - Two hundred.

Belousov, don't tell me you went to hunt for crabs!

Who's there by the fire, Zaitsev and Rublev?

No, just some people resting.

Hmmm..? Quite the fan of solitary walks! You're trying to please them, huh?

- Who's trying to please whom? - Chasing mosquitoes away?

- Doing everything that they ask of you, huh? Isn't it so? - Of course not!

It's not? Oh yeah, I'm sure it's not!

Take the bowl and get out of here!

Mhm, just can't let go...

I just can't understand what I did with twenty liters of petrol...

Don't worry, I switched off the petrol. There's another canister left.

Oh, yeah. What do we do with Zaitsev and Rublyev?

What's there to do? Tomorrow I will go and visit them.

I was sure that they were already in the city.

What's there for them to do in the city if all of their friends are here?

Yeah... Regarding Belousov...

His mother returned from prison, she sent a letter.

She's asking for him to come back to the city.

And he-- - Shhhh!

- Who's the punk running around there? - Shmyryov!

Come here!

- Did you fetch the water? - I did.

Get back to the tent.

And you, Pasha...you're on quite informal terms with them!

You can call any one of them "punk", and that's the end of it!

If only I were to try say something like that...

What did you get in psychology?

In psychology, you won't believe it, but I passed with flying colors.

Now, regarding work with troubled youths...

Psychology says that

it's not about allowing them to get so informal with you.

You'll excuse me for that, Pasha...

You know, old man,

each boy, in my opinion, should have a man who he can be so informal with.

It would be good if this was his father. But what if he doesn't have one?

That is primitive. You need to look deeper than that.

I didn't graduate from any pedagogical university, old timer, so...

That's what it seems to me! Excuse me, please.

Pasha, listen, they need to be taught how to live! Life is difficult enough as is!

They need to be men! They need to be strong-willed!

So that they could stand up for themselves, or for a girl.

But what happens instead? You sweet-talk them!

I told you to give me a unit.

You didn't give me one, and so you tied my hands behind my back!

I'll see what will become of them after the camp.

God willing, at least three of them will come out as real men!

Your mistake, Oleg, is that you try to teach them all the time,

when they need to be...

- They need to be loved! - Why should I love them?

Good Lord, fine, don't love them then!

To start off, don't hide your clothes in the safe.

Then I'll end up naked!

Come on, Oleg. We should think about something useful that we did today.

Oh, I'm fed up with you...

Attention!

Listen to my order:

- "Avant-garde": weeding the beets, field number three! - Beets again!

"Spartans": weeding the beets, field number five!

- Will there be a car? - You can go on foot!

Enough chit-chat!

"Slavs": you are going to tear down the barn, the car is at the checkpoint,

I'm going with you!

Column right!

Forward, march!

Sing the song!

"My bullet is taking a long time...

they hide and take away my will...

Catch me, catch me,

and drop me face first into the grass!"

Belousov!

"Soothe your sadness, stamp a seal...

the hot bullet, the hot bullet!"

Come on, come on then. Why did you stop?

"I'll ask the Lord, where is its path?

I'll ask the Devil, can I just not be touched?

Catch me, catch me..."

Are you afraid of Zaitsev?

Come on, Pasha, he's my friend.

- Who? - He is.

- Zaitsev?! - Yes...

Well anyways, I'll tie up the boat,

and the oars are with me.

- Your mother came back, you know? - I know.

Do you not want to see her?

I don't.

Get ready - you're going to the city.

I'm not.

You have to, Sasha!

What about the work?

Eh, well...about the work...

We'll manage somehow.

Undress!

Why?

He's gonna hit us...

In the water - right now!

Zaets, what shall we eat?

Ah, hell...

Parasha...

Work off your debt to "The Slavs" and return to the camp!

- Four bundles of dry wood each. - Woah!

Line them up on the shore.

I'll visit again in a few days.

Sasha, your mother is waiting.

Do you not miss her?

Do you think she'll come tomorrow?

And again! And again! And again!

Higher, higher, higher!

Again!

One more time!

Come on, guys!

My friends,

let's all think about one good deed

that we did today.

Or a useful deed.

Get to it!

Belousov!

Happy birthday, Sasha!

Have some candy, baby!

Go on, take this!

Shmyryov!

Happy birthday, Borya!

Give the man some candy!

Today we have another birthday boy.

Oleg Pavlovich!

Who wants bread?

Give it here!

"How long I wandered...

how long I drove around...

how many shoes I wore out for nothing!

I just haven't yet met

someone who would just

mend the shoes of a wanderer for free...

I was very lucky with the calendar!

Us wanderers, we always have days off!

The sun's disc is red at sunset,

which means I have a day off tomorrow!

I'll sew myself a shirt

of nettle leaf.

So that my body will never sweat and never itch!"

- Duckling, it's mummy!

"Wherever I wandered... wherever I travelled...

I always wore a cape of rain on my shoulders!"

- Eat, eat!

"I just haven't yet met someone along the way

who sings better than a nightingale!

I haven't yet decided, where I will place my house".

- Give me that! How many times have I told you?!

"But I know it won't have a lock!

In this house, there will be a blazing fireplace...

But how can you imagine a door without a key?"

- Borya, Zaitsev's folks have arrived, bring the boat around.

- I'll be right back...

"I've sewn myself a shirt of nettle leaf!

So that my body will never sweat and never itch!"

Lyesha!

Oh, hello! And you're here, too!

- I want my mummy! I want my mummy! - Oh, my little one!

- What is this? Huh? - Come on, let's go...

- We were just checking! - Just checking...

Oh, how you've grown, well done!

Pavel Vasiliyevich, you do as you wish, but I don't find this romantic at all.

- Shut up, will you? - No one asked you.

What's romance got to do with it?

Zaitsev!

Son, hey!

- Where are they anyway? - They're working.

Working? But it's an off-day!

- Shut up! - Shut up!

- Shut up! - Do not yell at me!

- I told you to shut up!

But what if there are mosquitoes? Or it rains?

I'm asking you, what if it rains?

How long do you plan on keeping them here anyways?

- We don't keep anyone here. - Is that so?

Mhm... You can even pick him up today.

No way!

We're on vacation, by the way!

On vacation?

Then take him and raise him yourself.

That's not happening!

- When should I send the boat? - In about two hours, please.

Be so kind, send it in an hour!

Yup...

Son!

Damn it...

Mind your head!

Attention!

A throw over the head with resistance from the feet to the stomach!

A throw over the hip!

A throw over the back with a two-handed grab!

And...bow!

Thank you!

And now I would like to say a few words about acrobatics:

the oldest, most beautiful sport and art,

which is, unfortunately, today, forgotten by many.

To begin, I would like to say that most acrobatic terms

come to us from Italian and German.

The famous gymnastic school of Turner.

So, "salto-mortale"! "Salto" meaning "jump", "mortale" meaning "death"!

"Vorwärts sprung" - the forward leap!

Good! More! Do it!

"Vorwärts" meaning "forward", "sprung" meaning " jump"!

"Kopfsprung" - the head jump!

Start!

Do it!

Even faster!

Attention! The "flick-flack"!

"Flick-flack" - a simple combination of sounds!

Up!

And now - a particularly dangerous number - the "column"!

- Look! - Yes, I see...

Hold it...

Wake up!

Up!

He was born to crawl, not to fly!

Off soars our falcon!

He got tangled up in his own feet!

It didn't work out!

The logs floated away!

- Head! - That's right!

- Let me help you. - Sometimes you're smart.

Hear that?

Zaichik!

Attention! .. Good! I'm shooting!

Look!

What a babe!

Closer, closer - good!

Turn around, turn around!

Freeze!

Shot!

Say cheese!

Kostik!

What's the deal here, guys?

What, you couldn't find any other place?

Give me my jeans.

Hands!

Kostya, don't! Get back!

- Get out of here!

Guys, come on, don't!

Now there's a job for you, Mr Photographer.

You neat freak!

Kostya!

Go, go!

What a pretty girl...

Stroke me...

And you have to call me "Andryushenka".

Come on, carry it, a bit livelier!

Come on, faster!

Stroke me!

No! Kostya!

Where are you going?! Drag those logs!

Kostya!

Let me go!

Where are you going?!

Let go of me!

Guys, I beg of you, please, don't! I beg!

Get lost, you!

Bastard!

- Where are you going?! - Let me go!

- What are you doing?! - Let me go! You scum!

What's wrong with you?!

What's that? My God.

Help!

Not there, you fool!

Andryusha!

Let me go!

- Zayets, look out! - Andrey!

- Your parents! - Damn it!

"I like it that you're burning not for me,

I like it that it's not for you I'm burning

And that the heavy sphere of Planet Earth

Will underneath our feet no more be turning

I like it that I can be unabashed

And humorous and not to play with words

And not to redden with a smothering wave

When with my sleeves I'm lightly touching yours.

With this my heart and this my hand I thank

You that - although you don't know it -

You love me thus; and for my peaceful nights

And for rare meetings in the hour of sunset,

That we aren't walking underneath the moon,

That sun is not above our heads this morning,

That you - alas - are burning not for me

And that - alas - it's not for you I'm burning".

- Sasha, you should quit smoking... - I will...

- So what's all this then? - I'll quit, I'll quit!

You'll quit? Well, alright then.

You'll quit...

And why didn't mum show up?

Well, she's drinking again, you know how it is...

I like it that... you're burning... not for me.

I like it that... it's not for you... I'm burning.

And that the heavy sphere of Planet Earth...

Dancing! Dancing! Dancing!

"What I sent in the envelope - do not let my mother read!

Only after my death can you publish what's inside!

May the letter in the envelope...

fly across the sky!

May the rain and the sun...

meet it along the way!

There you will find my confession

and wax seal".

- They're dancing... - Mhmm...

"If you have nothing to tell me, you might as well not respond".

You asked for dancing, right?

So why aren't you dancing?

And you?!

Enough, enough...

That's enough sobbing!

Alright, here...

Hold it, hold it!

Do it like that.

Hey, that's enough!

Enough! Don't!

Close the truck!

Come on, come on, close it!

You want a plane?

- A tractor? - Nope.

- What do you want then? - Hey!

- Here you go. - Oh, thank you!

- Here! - No, no, no!

Take it, the whole pack! I suppose you have nothing else to buy?

Where would we even get them from?

What kind of a man are you if you can't earn enough for smokes?

And you can always earn! You're a healthy guy!

- Off to the army soon? - In the autumn.

- And what's your name? - Boris.

- And I'm Sergey Grigoryevich. - I know.

Where from? It seems like we didn't sit at the same table.

Do you want to sit together?

There's three of us.

Whatever! We'll slowly unload these bricks back at my house first.

And then we can sit down and have a drink.

We'll do it for no reward.

For Rimka's pair of pretty eyes you mean?

- What does he want from us? - Eh, how should I know?

Yes, for Rimka's...

Well, as for Rimka...

If anything... I know where to find you...

I'll strangle you, you hear?!

Hey, guys! Careful with those!

You'll ruin all of my bricks!

Hey you, on the truck - come here, we need to talk.

Borya, don't go!

Borya, don't go there, they'll beat you!

- Let's go. - Borya!

Come on, don't be afraid.

Was it you who walked with Rimma?

You bastards! Bastards! Take that!

Kireev, drop the brick!

- Drop the brick, I say! - Drop the brick!

- Don't you dare! - They'll throw you in jail!

I'll kill them! All on one!

Kireev, go - they'll throw you in jail!

You bastards! Go on, take that! Take it!

Come on, get to work, quickly!

Why was Shmyryov picked up by the police?

Is a fight not enough of a reason to you?

And who's to blame?

- Who started it? - I don't know. - That's unfair, Oleg Pavlovich.

Something small happens and they take one of us away.

Enough chatter! Get up and get to work, quickly!

And so-- quiet, guys!

Until Shmyryov is released, we won't work.

Haven't had enough penalty points, have you, Commander?

To hell with your penalty points.

So...

I order you...

to quickly get up and work!

To hell with your orders...

What did you just say? Repeat it!

To hell with your orders.

What..?

Hold on... hold on...

Quiet, guys...

We still have time.

Pasha!

The villagers attacked Shmyryov and beat him up!

Calm down, calm down...

One came alone and called him to the side.

Then around the corner - a whole gang of them!

Shmyryov and the villagers are sitting in the police station.

Which station is he in? In the village, or what?

- In the village! - Quite a story...

And we refused to work!

- So no one's working? - No!

Where are you going? What happened?!

We're rescuing Shmyryov from the police station!

Dinner! Dinner! Dinner!

Pasha, I'm sorry...

Get out of here!

Scram!

Pasha...

Pasha!

Forgive us...

Forgive...

Who should I 'forgive'? You? Or you?!

You?

Or you?! Do you remember who you were?! Look me in the eyes!

Remember how one year ago you were at my feet, begging, "Pasha, forgive me"?!

"Pasha, help me!"

Bastard!

Look me in the eyes!

Or you...

Do you remember how much I babysat you? No?

Or how we met...remember?!

Lost your memory?!

With this 'mug' of yours!

With such big hands!

You stole candy from the store!

And you, my dear?

Look me in the eyes!

What kind of shit did I get you out of?

Who else wants a reminder?!

Stole a truck full of bricks...

and sold it for a bottle of vodka!

A pack of cigarettes, ugh!

Troubled kids! Found yourself quite the comfortable place!

You stomped the bread! Do you even know what bread is?!

You parasites!

Did you sow it?

Do you know its price?!

Look me in the eyes!

Look me in the eyes!

What benefit can you bring to the country, huh?!

In the eyes!

Animals!

- Oh, but Pasha... - Please, we're sorry!

- Pasha, honestly... - Forgive us, please!

I don't forgive you.

I don't forgive you!

Pasha, I heard everything.

Good for you!

These five people spoil everything.

Pasha, you finally understood everything.

Pasha, why bother with them..?

They should be sent to hell in the zone!

Pasha, this is a criminal case!

Without them, life will be better!

You guessed correctly, Pasha - it's them, they do it all!

I remembered them all.

- I'll get them, Pasha - right now! - Hold it!

This should be done now or it will be too late!

- I said, come back! - What's with you, Pasha?

You're gonna have to quit on your own...

Oh yeah, is that so?

If that's so, then I quit.

But Pasha, that's not everything!

It will be worse, Pasha! Worse!

I'm an idiot, not a commander!

We're all idiots!

And you shut up, you donkey!

Well, guys - before we're all sent to hell,

I propose we finish work on the barn. We all need to work.

But without causing a racket, so Pasha doesn't hear anything.

It hurts...

What?

It hurts! Seems like appendicitis!

What, are you joking?

What's there to joke--

Call Pasha! Call Pasha!

Call Pasha, damn it!

Wait for me!

Pasha! Pasha!

Pasha!

Pasha.

How's it going?

Quickly!

- Andrey, where is he? - I don't know!

- Andrey! - Zaets!

Ruble! Give it here!

Wait, where?!

Where are you going?!

Run, run!

You betrayed me! Stop!

Pasha! He betrayed me!

He trampled me into the mud!

Bastard! I'll kill you!

I'll stab you!

I'll quit drinking! I'll quit everything! Forgive me!

Pasha, forgive me!

I'm done with it all! It's enough!

I'm giving it all up!

FROM THE "SITUATION" SERIES

"The Delusion" Documentary

This time: the life of a young man.

His name is Alexander Fedorov.

Shortly after the show, he wrote a letter, we met,

and it seemed to me that everything that has happened to him in life,

is of great interest to a wide audience.

- What led you to write me a letter?

When I saw it all... the kids on the screen,

when I saw how they were messing around...

Well, first of all, who does that?

They believe, just as I once believed, that everything will pass quietly...

...that no one will ever know. This sense of impunity.

I felt bad for them at first, but then...

Maybe someone, hearing of my own bitter experience...

...will stop what they're doing.

I want to bring them back to themselves, you know? Turn them back into people.

Well, you know, in general--

You need to know how to stir up

their sense of civic duty.

Wake up their hearts, you know?

What does it mean to "wake up their hearts"?

I understand "stirring up their best feelings", but how?

Wait, wait.

I would like, for example, for a person

to suddenly feel ashamed of

themselves, by themselves -

not just because I am around, or some other strict man.

It happened in front of my own eyes, I can tell you exactly...

I can give you, I don't know - ten examples!

When a person, at 20 years old...

...was ashamed of themselves for the first time ever. Can you believe that?

Fine, but what are you going to do with those like Zaitsev?

Zaitsev is a bastard.

But, you know, he also needs waking up.

And while you're waking him, he'll do you so much harm!

- What were you charged with? At what age?

I was 14 years old,

and the charge was... "Participation in a robbery".

- A fair charge?

Yes, fair.

- In what way? What did you do?

We went as a pair. My partner - he was 13 years old.

We stopped a woman and demanded money.

- With a knife? - Yes, with a knife.

- You needed the money?

No, rather than the money, it was this desire for, well..

Well, it's boyishness.

The desire for risk, adventure...

- What was the verdict?

Two years in prison.

- Did you serve out the whole sentence?

Yes, all of it.

- When you were freed, were you convinced that you would lead a normal life?

Of course - I thought that I was through with it all, that I have to live normally.

And, well...that was that.

What do you think happened with him next?

He's done with it all.

Yeah, of course, he's done! Why would they film him otherwise?

He probably served a second prison term! From getting drunk!

Well, actually, that's exactly what happened.

I started meeting up with friends again,

consumed a lot of alcoholic drinks - vodka and the like.

And where there's vodka, there's crime.

It started with little things. First, with stores...

Then it went further, became bigger.

- So you had a series of crimes, and you were sentenced to...

Eight years in prison.

- Corrective labor, at that. - Corrective labour.

- How many years did you spend in this corrective labour colony?

Seven years.

- In which year of imprisonment did you decide to start a new life?

Sometime in the third year, probably.

- Why did you come to this decision?

Living there, you see the whole situation, everything that is happening around,

and these same "criminals gangsters", as they call themselves,

they say one thing and do something completely different.

They talk about some kind of honour, they say they have some kind of dignity,

If they said so, they'll do it, and yet they do something different.

- What is this principle of "Mamawo"?

"A man to a man is a wolf".

And a good wolf has big teeth.

- And who is implementing this principle, especially into the lives of minors?

Those who have already been through more and know this life,

and who are trying to subjugate someone else for their own benefit.

As soon as a young man appears - he's done for!

Upon seeing all of this meanness and everything that they do among themselves,

I was so internally opposed to this, that's why I'd already chosen my path there.

And so I decided. Not "both left and right" but once you've chosen this path,

then walk straight along it.

- Do you believe that nothing like this will ever happen to you again?

Yes, I do.

So instead of having any discussions, let's take a look at this coinage.

It's from the colony. Sasha left me this as a souvenir.

- The most important bit is on the back! - Show me! Gimme!

"I swear - never again. - A. Fedorov".

Guys, one more thing. These were the same questions I once asked you, too.

You mean, "could you hit someone", right?

- What, can't you anymore? - "Do you get pleasure from it?"

Well, it depends what I'd hit him for, but probably not just like that...

Well, that's also an answer.

And also, I asked Volodya Kireev who he wants to be.

And he told me...Volodya, could you repeat it now?

Like Pasha!

For example, what is the situation like with food?

We eat what we earn.

Comrades, why should we solve this problem now?

Well, what?

They eat what they earn!

Alright, comrades, wait a minute, wait a minute!

I understand, and I agree there were some omissions in the camp commander's work.

And that we need to sort this out. But we need to sort it out carefully!

And probably not here, but directly in the camp.

- Yes, of course... - I have a suggestion:

let's schedule a visiting session for the Commission, talk to the kids,

see how they work, how they rest,

and only then decide who is to blame, what they are to be blamed for,

and who deserves what kind of punishment.

- Any objections? - No... No...

Lyudmila Mihailovna, I think you first need to resolve the issue of the new deputy,

and only then sort this out and give out punishments.

Of course...

Right, this question should be solved now.

Natasha, does the Komsomol district committee have any suggestions?

We have two candidates in the district committee: Dunaev or Kondakov.

Do you know them well?

You should send both of them.

Yes, I agree, I agree with you...

Well, Pavel Vasiliyevich needs to work,

so let's finish on those two candidates.

- No objections? - They'll figure it out themselves...

Natasha, be at the bureau of the district committee so the comrades can get to work.

Alright.

- Comrades, but what should we do with the boys? - Yes?!

- With which kids? - With Shalaev and Lukov.

But for me...you already know that I have no space.

But you still have to. You have to because we cannot leave them in the city.

After all, they can get to crime through Zaitsev.

You'll still have to take them.

You'll have to, Comrade Antonov.

And where are they?

Please take him to the boys.

And so, the departure is in a week. I ask everyone to be there!

Shalaev, Lukov - please go through to the office!

- Come on, go! - I won't go!

- With parents? - Without them for now...

- I won't go to the camp! - Yes, you will!

Ah, Bazanov! You were found, finally!

Here, here, have a seat.

Hey there, errand boys!

How is life as Zaitsev's slaves?

You know how to swim?

What about you?

What doesn't he teach you? Can you do handstands?

I can barely stand on my feet!

- What about you? - I can't...

But Zaitsev can!

Maybe he likes that you're so weak?!

If he ordered you to, you'd dig up the whole Earth!

Where is your self-esteem?!

- Got a girlfriend? - I don't.

Nobody asked you.

- Do you have a girlfriend? - That's none of your business.

So you don't have a girlfriend! Who needs you when you're like this anyways?!

If you want, in a month you'll know how to swim, do handstands, both?

Dancing till the morning, playing football till you drop!

Should we go?

"A thousand miles from you home, sleepless like a caravan,"

"the Okkervil river flows through the savannah, almost unknown to you".

"Steamers hum along it sedately, native canoes scurrying by".

And all of the Okkervilians, including the kids, sing this song:

"'If you've ever been here with us at Okkervil...'"

Hold on, you! Mail, you guys!

Hold it! This is for you!

Yes, here - for you!

Kireev, Kireev! Kiryuha!

"So you don't need to buy a ticket and fly somewhere".

"Flamingos in the shallows flashes its wings, kicking up diamond dust".

"Forget about the future, forget about the past - hurry up and visit Okkervil!"

They didn't write me any letters...

They bite, the bastards!

Hello, Vova!

I won't be able to come to your birthday, like I promised - it's not working out.

I'm sorry that I didn't prepare a gift - I didn't have time to do anything.

In general, I didn't have time for anything in life.

Vovka, stay near Antonov, listen to him in everything.

Leave home! You shouldn't go there anymore.

I only have seven rubles left, you'll find it behind the counter.

Just in case, you should know:

out of relatives, we have mother's cousin,

Evstolia Ivanovna Maltseva - Aunt Tolya.

She lives in Saratov.

Tell Vitaly Savitsky, who studies at my vocational school,

that he was the dearest person to me.

If he's surprised, then tell him to believe you.

It's the truth.

Live silently and cautiously, Vovka.

Your loving sister, Margaret.

Hey there!

Hi...

What are you, off to the city?

In the knick of time, too!

Your sister nearly kicked the bucket.

Poisoned with gas... Yet I escaped from the city.

Boring...

- Actually, she will live! - What do you mean, "actually"?

Well, not generally, but in particular.

She can become a fool. Gas!

How do you know?

The whole house is talking about it, about your father...

What about my father?

Ugh, damn, I got my jeans wet. So are "The Slavs" cursing my name?

What about my father?

Why are you going on about him?

He brought some whore back to his den, some raggedy cat...

They boozed and smoked for four days straight.

She was jealous of Margo's hair,

and, well, he took a pair of scissors, and - pfft!

What are you doing? Are you sobbing or something?

Oh, drop it, she'll live. Nothing can be done now.

Enough! I'll shoot him, the bastard!

In the mug!

Hooray, we did it!

It worked!

Hold it! Hold it!

Look who's coming! It's Zaitsev!

Bastard! I'll kill you!

Stop it, you!

My friends, let's all think about one good deed--

"that we did today!"

Absolutely right.

Lukov! Bazanov! Eat!

Naydenov!

Happy birthday, Vitya!

Kireev!

Kireev, where are you?

Where Kireev?

Where Kireev?

Kireev's fishing.

Dancing! Dancing! Dancing!

Come on, dancing!

Dancing! Dancing! Dancing!

Hooray!

Who took the flare gun?

I'm asking for the last time, who took the flare gun?

I think I know.

Who?

- Speak! - Kireev!

Why does he need a flare gun then?

What, is he supposed to shoot his dad from his fingers or something?

Where did he go - to the highway or the station?

To the station, probably. To catch the last train.

Or maybe to the highway, to hitch-hike!

Do you know?

To the station, probably?

Why didn't you say so earlier?!

Nobody asked.

You idiot. You could have guessed earlier!

"I called my horse..."

"My horse recognized me..."

"He ran down the white road..."

"... with his clean horseshoes thundering!"

"My horse will fly..."

"...like a bird over the river".

"His swept mane will dance..."

"That's how he is!"

"Adults have it so easy, they know everything in advance".

"But a teenager, by the time he grows up..."

"Well..."

"I will not use a whip,"

"for I will feel sorry for my horse,"

"as he runs down the white road..."

"...with his clean horseshoes thundering!"

Starring Valeriy Priyomykhov