All language subtitles for Istoriya Asi Klyachinoy, kotoraya lyubila, da ne vyshla zamuzh.eng

MOSFILM

Creative Association "TOVARISCH"
1967

THE STORY
OF ASYA KLYACHINA

who loved a man,

but did not marry him.

Starring

Iya Savvina

Lyubov Sokolova

Alexander Surin

Gennady Yegorychev

Ivan Petrov

Only three of the actors

are professionals.

The rest are local
workers and farmers.

Mishanka!

- Have you seen Mishanka?
- No.

- Have you seen him?
- No.

- Kolya, give a hand!
- I'll help in the winter.

Let me do it.
You'll bust a gut.

- Hey, let me help.
- Better look after the boy.

Mishanka!

Mother is calling you!

Hello, Asya!

Hello!

Are you late with lunch again?

What are those pipes for?

For sewage?

Who knows...

They're putting in gas pipes.
- A gas?

So they're going to dig up
the whole threshing floor.

- They're making a new one.
- That's good.

- You haven't changed.
- Why should I have?

Why not?
It's been a whole year.

Did they send you here again
to help with the harvest?

Did you forget my name?

Why d'you say that? Sasha.

I don't recall your patronymic.

No, they didn't send me here.
I'm on my vacation.

Why didn't you answer my
letter? That wasn't nice.

You should've gone to the
seaside.

I came after you.

Don't tell me you couldn't
find anyone better in town?

Of course not.

Don't you believe me?

Stop kidding!

Honest!

These onions are strong!

I told you everything in my
letter.

I got a good apartment.
Bought furniture.

What's more, I bought
you a washing machine.

I got it through connections.

It's really great!

It turns on and off by itself.

It's specially for you,

to make things easier for you.

You're used to doing things
with your hands in the village.

With the machine you just push
a button and it does the rest.

Marry me.

Don't feel self-conscious
about being lame.

I love you the way you are.

They're shooting at the tank
base. You've forgotten...

You muddler!

It's time to mow.

See how much trouble kids are.

Prokhor. Did Asya marry
Kostya the Gypsy?

She turned him down last year.

Whom did she marry?

Nobody wants her.

Whose baby is it?

Ask our women.
They'll tell you everything.

- Why can't you tell me?
- I don't know.

Don't you know who she
was seeing?

I'm not interested in those
things.

- Aren't you my friend, Prokhor?
- Stop all that talk!

The rye crop here is terrific.
But in the ravine it's pitiful.

Prokhor, when does the train
leave for town?

- What?
- When does the train leave for town?

At 9:40 a.m.
I don't remember. Why?

I'm going home.

Why don't you stay and relax.
Zhenya really misses you.

What Zhenya?

How heavy you are!
You've grown in the last year.

I'll take him!

- Did you find him?
- Yes, we did.

What could happen to him here?

You're right about that.

- What are you doing?
- The shirt smells of you.

God knows
what's become of you.

- What?
- I can't explain.

Styopa, come here and
listen to the baby.

- I don't care about it.
- Listen to it!

After all, it's yours.
- What?

He's pushing me.
Oh, I think it's turning over.

Listen, Anastasiya,
stop talking about him! Got it?

- I got it.
- And put down the glove!

Why was Chirkunov hanging
around you?

- Maybe he likes me.
- You?

Why not?

You have a big head!

He used to like me, but not
now that my stomach's so big.

Why don't you marry him?

Are you kidding, Styopa!
You're the one I love.

Again?
Just stop talking about love!

I don't know what the
hell I'm doing with you lame fool!

It's moving again.
A real lively one.

- Where?
- Right here. Can you hear it?

That's it? Incredible!

Uncle Prokhor!

I ask myself what is NATO?

That NATO... Why are you
so interested in politics?

Is NATO fighting in South
Vietnam?

- No, it doesn't.
- No?

Only some of the member
countries

are involved in the war.

I thought you'd tell me
something new. I know that.

Grisha, turn it off;
it's time to go to bed.

It's too early.

We have to get up before dawn.

You can't cut the rye when it's
wet with the morning dew.

By the time you get going, and
have breakfast... Turn it off!

What do we have for breakfast?

When you're working outdoors
any food'll do. Turn it off!

Zhenya.

What d'you want?

Call Asya, please.

Asya's spending the night
in the village.

Vasyok, have they brought
the diesel oil?

I knew it. Don't you care?

You can't walk without
tripping over something.

Slava, run back to the village
for the diesel oil.

- Where's Styopa?
- He was stuck in the village.

Styopa'll bring it on his way
back from the village tomorrow.

You know Styopa.
You can't depend on him.

- You always count on Slava.
- None of your business!

Slava, get up! Help us out!

Don't yell...

He hasn't slept for 3 nights.
He has the right to sleep now.

- Shut up, you fool!
- Don't yell.

We talk about the scientific
management...

Gena, get up! Take my bike
and hurry to the village,

and get the oil back here
in an hour!

Get up! Get up!

Come on!

Take my bike and make sure
the oil's here in an hour.

Turn out the light!

How many times have you
been married?

Once. I brought her back from
the war, or rather afterwards.

- When were you born?
- In 1927.

You're younger than me.

Can you give me a light?

I was born in 1924.

It's nothing...

During the war she washed
bandages in the medical unit.

There was one guy there...

He showed me his fist and
said:

"Leave her alone. I have my eye
on her first."

So, did he punch you in the
nose?

A couple of times I got it
from him.

It was nothing...

We agreed to leave her alone.

We figured she'd make the
choice if we survived.

Suddenly I got a good singing
voice in the spring.

I didn't expect that myself.

She seemed to like me better.

It's nothing...

Looking through fading photos

I'll keep one as a memento

of the girl in the beige dress,

My darling girl, my beauty

That was clever of you!

But then I lost my voice.

No sorry for a freebie.

I noticed that my rival
had backed off.

I felt bad about moving in
on him.

- Right.
- It was nothing...

In the spring the girl was
wounded.

As soon as I found out I asked
the commander to let me go.

They were taking away the
wounded when I arrived.

There were so many of them,
I couldn't get through.

I called out her name, and
she answered me.

"Prokhor, come here for
God's sake to say goodbye."

She started crying.

I couldn't get through.

The truck she was in started
off, and I ran after it.

I couldn't keep up with it!

During an assault I was hit
by a fragmentation mine.

I have five fragments
in my hand.

It's nothing...

Let me have a drink.

They carried me across the
Sosh River.

It's in Byelorussia between
Gomel and Mogilyov.

That's where I was wounded.
I was sent to the medical unit.

I got first aid there.

My finger was hanging.
They cut it off.

They wanted to cut this one
off, too. I can't move it.

I wouldn't let them.
I thought it might heal.

And this is what it looks like now.

I was there over the
anniversary holiday.

We got 100 grams of vodka.

We had a good time. We hadn't
had a drink for a long time.

A hundred grams was enough.

We stayed there for 3 days
after the holiday.

Then they took us by train to
the homefront.

We were on the road for a long
time. A lot of trains.

Supply trains were carrying
ammunition, tanks and guns.

The trains and tanks had
words on them:

"Everything for Victory!
Everything for the front!"

Just seeing them raised
our morale.

We got to the city of Molotov.

Now it's called Perm.

We stayed there for a day and
a half.

And then... At night I remember
we were lying on the floor

when some serviceman came
along.

I don't know what his rank was,

private or sergeant, because
he didn't have shoulder-straps.

He was yelling: "Long live
Motherland! Long live Stalin!"

A nurse was walking
behind him.

I asked, "Why is he yelling as
if he's at the front?"

She said, "He was tortured
by the Nazis.

They even branded his chest
with a red star."

They were real Nazis.

I was officially disabled.

Where could a war-worn but
seasoned victor go?

I decided I'd go to the place
she was from.

I didn't write to anybody
about her.

I was afraid to find out
she'd been killed.

I was keeping silent.

When I got there I asked:

"Where do the Konoplyovs
live?"

Somebody showed me their
house. I went in.

Were you nervous?

I was keeping silent about her.

I walked into the house
and asked:

"Where is she?"

Her old mother answered:
"She's milking the cow."

You must've been real happy!

Well, I have to go.

Thanks for the sprocket.
Which one is for me?

Take the new one.

I'll take this one. I'll go
and work for a while now.

Galya, get the women together
fast!

Okay!

Here it comes! Start playing!

HAPPY NEW BREAD!

Dear comrades!

Increase culture and
strengthen consciousness!

Comrade collective farmers,
thanks to your work

we have a great harvest.

Let's celebrate the time of
gathering crops.

Now what's our aim now?

Gather it all quickly and
without any losses.

Tireless, mighty
and invincible!

My country,
My Moscow...

Grain is our wealth.

We not only have enough grain
for ourselves...

Stop him for God's sake!

I'm proud that my work

is merging with the work
of my Republic.

Glory to labor!

Hurray!

Why did you come here?

I help her with her math.

Another Oleg Popov.

D'you think I'm good enough
to go to a circus school?

I've had enough of this work.
They need me in the circus.

My brother, a bricklayer, is
going to Tashkent.

They had a big earthquake.

- Have they mowed a lot today?
- Quite a bit.

- He worked on the fourth category?
- Yes.

So many houses were destroyed...

Let me wash first.

Don't rush. You'll make it
on time.

"You'll make it on time."
Fedya!

My brother says, "You must go."

People from all the republics
go there.

They need carpenters and
bricklayers.

I'd go there too...

Damn it. What d'you want?

Why didn't you give me a lift
on your way from lunch?

You should've put your hand
out to stop me.

A driver, my foot!

You're still too young
to be getting rides.

Now it's time for Grigory
the Great to wash!

What's in the news?

A reception for de Gaulle.

"Representing the French were

Foreign Minister
Maurice Couve de Murville,

French Ambassador
Philippe Bode.

French Ambassador,
Secretary-general Étienne..."

Gimme that thing!

Don't be a pest, Mishanka!
What did you do?!

This is Lenin.
And who is this?

- This is Stalin.
- And who is him?

When I was small I knew who
Stalin was.

You don't know?

Prokhor, I'd like to ask you.

Sanya, move over.

Katya, come here.
Sanya, move over.

- Let's have a drink.
- Sure enough.

- Don't be offended...
- If there's any trouble - bear with it.

- Do you want macaroni?
- Macaroni will do.

Let's drink to the new
harvest!

Maria, pass me the onions.

Let's celebrate!

- I'm tired of waiting.
- Enough! It's time!

Lida, to your health!

Let's drink, friends, while
we're still here.

In the next world we won't
get any.

If we get some there,

we'll drink in the next world
and here.

Maria, where are you?

Hey, you juggler.

Here's the first bread.

- Where have you been?
- I cut bread.

Come on.

Give me some.

Yesterday at the Gypsy collective farm
they celebrated their first load of grain.

The Gypsies are ahead of us.

God bless them!

The grain is real good!

- Eat your macaroni.
- There is nothing left on my plate.

Maria, we should go to the village.

- Of course...
- Tomorrow, Maria, tomorrow.

Those Buryat cucumbers...

On a Saturday, on a rainy day

you can't work in the fields,

You couldn't work in the fields

You can't work in the fields,

either tilling or plowing...

You can't tilling or plowing

The plowing was so fresh

The spring field was so green

The spring field was so green

Goodbye girls, goodbye women

They're taking us away from
you

He left with someone;
she and I were left alone.

That's how we met.

It was during the war, in 1943.
Before I was the farm chairman.

We sat there together

until two in the morning.

We found we had a mutual
attraction.

After that we saw each other
every day.

I liked her and she liked
me too.

The thing is our feelings
were mutual.

Did she say she loved you?

It was too early for that.

Love at first sight?

I don't believe in it.

Later on she said:
"Kolya, I love you!"

And when I became the
chairman she would come to

my office for any old reason.

She was a real warm person.

- And d'you still love her?
- Yes I do.

You're lying!

Pour me another glass.

Zhenya's waiting for you
again.

Why does he hang around you
so much?

He's lonely.

Now an orphan can live
really well. Not like before.

He gets his father's pension,
and goes to boarding school...

Now it's not like before.
Some guy called Kolka...

Zhenya has an aunt in Sormovo.

Sasha wants to take him to
town and adopt him.

Right, Sasha?

That's it! I'm not going to
see her again!

And I won't say
another word to her.

Shall I tell you how my wife
met me when I came from prison?

- What did you serve time for?
- For nothing.

I was in from the time they
put me there after the war

all the way until 1953.

There were 42 men in my cell.

Actually it was a section.

That was when I was already
in the camp.

Stop it! Don't intervene!
Let Grandpa tell the truth.

When my sentence was
almost up,

the last month, it was the
hardest time for me.

The hardest!

You don't just count the days,
but the hours,

until you're able to leave that
place.

So I got out.

I decided to go home.

I had a present for my son.
A chess game I'd made myself.

When I arrived I saw a young
man with grease all over him.

I figured he was one of our
workers, so I asked:

"How do I get to Sormovo?"

"Cross the overpass, and
you'll see a trolleybus."

Before the war there weren't
any trolleybuses.

"Further on you'll see
a streetcar."

I crossed the overpass. Looked,
and saw a line of people.

I asked: "Where does this
thing go?"

The women laughed: "It's not
a thing, it's a trolleybus."

What's the difference!

A lot of our villagers work in
Sormovo.

I went to the market, then
into every store,

hoping I'd see somebody
I knew.

I didn't see anybody...

I went into a hardware store.

I thought I'd buy some varnish,
for the house.

Varnish the table.

Someone tapped me on the
shoulder.

I turned around and saw
a lady.

"Hello, Fyodor Mikhailovich."

"Hello, madame."

"Excuse me," I said.
"I don't know you."

"D'you know Ksenofont Osokin?"
"I do," I said.

"Is that you, Lisa?"
"It's me."

"So, you're the first one
I've seen."

I thought I'd keep going.

I went over to the bar.

"Give me 150 grams," I said.

I had a drink and something
to eat.

Then another drink.

I felt good all over, as if
Jesus blessed me personally.

I felt real warm all over.
I had nothing else to do,

so I went on home to sleep.

She saw my wife at the market.

Met her.
- Who? Lisa?

Yes. She said: "Fyodor's
come home to you."

I went to Vasily's
for the night.

There I was in my underwear.
I was still a big man then.

I heard the dog barking.
Then someone knocking.

The windows were facing the gate.

I saw an old lady standing
there. I opened the window.

"Who's there?"

She said, "Open up!"

I said: "Can't let you in.
The owner's out," I teased.

Then I unlocked the door.

She looked at me and
ran into the house!

We didn't even kiss.

It was like she was possessed.

Well, she walked into the
house, and I went in.

She sat down at the table,
and I sat down.

She didn't say anything,
and I didn't say anything.

We didn't even know what to
say! We were so embarrassed.

I finally got control over
myself, and said:

"Well, Nyura, how're things
here at home?"

She started weeping and said:
"Very bad."

It was as if she hit me
with a hammer.

"What's so bad? Don't you
have any food?"

"We have food all right.

We don't have any clothes
for you.

The boys wore them all out."

I said: "That's all right."

Nothing serious.

"What are you going to wear?
You've just got one shirt."

I said: "All you need is a
shirt and a pair hands."

Life is altogether different
now.

You're so right.

The people suffered, but
now they feel in control again.

The people always have faith,
hope and love.

Faith that

life will get better.

Hope that we'll have the
strength.

And if we don't have enough,

our young, our grandchildren
will help out.

Love of our country,

our Russian land,

not just our village,

but all of our Russian land.

It's "Love".

So, that's the way it is,
Sonny.

So, that's the way it is...

So, that's the way it is,
Son...

- Where are you going?
- Go on home.

Where are you going, anyway?

Come on in.

I was just walking by,
and decided to drop in.

- Come in.
- Sorry to bother.

Sit down and have tea with my
niece.

Grandma's in church. My mother
and aunt went to the store.

I'm alone.

Don't pay attention to me.
I'll just stand here awhile.

Who's that ferocious looking
man with the beard?

- A relative of mine.
- He's real fearsome.

What's fearsome about him?
He's my great grandfather.

Pavel Klyachin.
He lived till he was 106.

He built this house.

It was on fire three times. Now
it's standing for 70 years already.

He was a captain. He had a
steamboat on the Volga.

Good for him.

And that's my uncle.

He was also talented.
An artist.

These are all his pictures.

Actually he was an agronomist.

This is another uncle. He died
in action. Grandma and Grandpa.

He had a mustache like
Budyonny!

Grandma was a beauty.
With golden eyes.

He killed her out of jealousy.

Don't you have any men in the
family?

No. We live alone, without
any drunkards.

That's my uncle, too.
An artist.

And this is my great grandpa's
icon.

This is what he said when he
was dying:

"No matter who's the man of
the house,

this icon should hang here as
long as the house stands."

Is this your grandpa's clock?

Yes. He wasn't literate,
but he was well-off.

- Who painted this picture?
- My uncle, the artist.

Hello, Grandma!

She's my great grandma!

- Can I play?
- Go ahead.

My great grandma also likes
music.

Restless flames twist and toss
in the stove

Resin shines on the wood
like a tear

An accordion sings about love

And your eyes and your smile
reappear

Bushes whispered about you
to me

In the snowfields near Moscow,
near home

Ah, my love, if it only
could be,

If you heard me here
singing alone!

If you heard me here
singing alone!

You are far, far away
at this hour -

Snows between us and winter's
hard breath

To rejoin you is not
in my power,

Though just four steps
divide me from death

To rejoin you is not
in my power,

Though just four steps
divide me from death

Sing, accordion, scorning
the storm

Call back joy, drive off
sorrow and doubt

In the cold of the dugout
I'm warm

For the fire of our love
won't go out

In the cold of the dugout
I'm warm

For the fire of our love
won't go out

Let go!

- Okay, don't resist.
- Let go, I said!

I'm going to marry you.
D'you think I'm drunk?

Maybe you ought to ask me if
I want to marry you.

Who else will have you?
Who else needs you?

I told you, let me go!

Don't come near me.

Don't come near me.

Let's be together.

What are you doing?

Let go! Do you hear me!
You're so rough.

Don't touch!

Hey, you shrimp!

- Womanizer!
- You're going to get it!

Womanizer! Womanizer!

You're going to get it!

Womanizer! Womanizer!

You can't catch me anyway.

- You're naughty.
- You're naughty too.

- What's that?
- Give it back!

- Don't you dare read that.
- I'll read it anyway.

Who's that?

Modern vandals.

Americans fighting in Vietnam.

They're killing children and
destroying everything around.

You made quite a tower!
How do you dismantle it?

This is terrible!
Who marked up the documents?

- Did you do this?
- No.

Show me your tongue.

You're lying!

Mishanka!
Put the dishes away.

Papa. Take me!

- I'll read it!
- I won't allow you...

- I'll read it anyway!
- You can't...

Does that hurt?

Look! Daily practice!

I've sent my application for
circus school. I'll be a clown.

Katya, where're you going?

- Why aren't you working?
- I'll be right there.

You're going to get it!

Happy birthday, Asya.

- Where did you buy them?
- In the store.

Hey, everybody!

Why have you finished working?

- Do you torture us again, Vasilievich?
- We must collect all the grain.

Where are your kind words?

Let's go, Solnyshkova!

- It's all in how you look at it...
- Such nice shoes...

- Do they fit?
- Walk on asphalt...

- Try them on!
- All of you are jealous...

- Why didn't you like them?
- What's so good about them?

They're white, and spiked
heels...

...as that modern fashion demand.

I like everything white.

Who got you such shoes?

Chirkunov gave them to Asya.

I wish I'd get such gifts.

- I wish I'd get such gifts.
- If you were younger...

The young get everything.
But what about us old folks?

Throw them into the dump.

Come over here, dear. Try on
the shoes; they're real nice.

- Try on these shoes.
- Who had bought them?

- Chirkunov gave them to Asya.
- Oh, my Lord!

What for?

They're probably too small for me.

- They've been worn!
- Nonsense.

Isn't it bad for pregnant
women to wear high heels?

My god!

- Wait...
- What?

- Overjoyed...
- What happened?

What have you lost?

What takes you so long?

The drinks are on you.
Right everybody?

Okay, okay. You'll get it!

Get back to work.

The truck came.
You have to unload it.

Come on!

It's been pouring
for two days.

What's wrong with that?

We have the best harvest in
years.

Stay still.

We didn't build a covered
threshing-floor in time,

or we'd have started
industrial engineering.

Now everything depends on
nature.

What d'you have against rain?

It keeps you lying
around here,

instead of working in the
mechanized threshing-floor.

- What's most important?
- Who knows!

Economic effect and
scientific management.

Stop that nonsense,
let's have a cup of tea.

Stay still.

Uncle Prokhor.

What would you do if
you won a 100,000 rubles?

Who the hell knows!

Would you buy something,
or what?

Maybe I'd go and hang myself
with so much money.

Would you buy a car or
a plane?

No. I'd buy a furniture set.

- A good one?
- Yeah.

And I'd put the rest in the
bank.

Soon they'll start producing
Italian Fiats here.

They're terrific cars!

I don't want a car.

Don't worry, Prokhor.
You'll never win 100,000.

Not in this life!

- Any women here?
- What do you want?

- Leave for a minute.
- What for!

Maria, just leave!

Mishanka, let's go!

- Styopa.
- What?

- Is it your baby?
- What baby?

Yes or no?

I didn't draw it.

- Don't be smart!
- Or what will you do?

What will I do?

I don't know yet.

You know where you can go!

I'll squeeze juice out of you.

Greetings to you from Madam
Bovary.

What's going on here?

Get out of here!

What's wrong?

- Hooligans!
- Enough, guys.

- Let's go!
- Where?

Follow me.

Take your shoes.

Put them on!

- Take off the sandals.
- They're not sandals.

Come here.

Closer.

Who are you taking gifts from?

- Who is he to you?
- Nobody.

And who am I to you? Do you
think I can't buy that stuff?

- You want to pay me off?
- Yes!

- What do you take me for?
- Should I say?

You have no right
to insult me.

I'm sick of you!

So...

And I have nice furniture.

A nice room, and a kitchen.

A good kitchen.

The only problem is water.

But I have a gas stove.
Installed some time ago.

Gas is great. Fifteen minutes
and dinner is ready.

And the furniture is real
nice. All modern.

A bookcase with books,

a radio and records.

I have Shulzhenko records.
And even Utyosov.

You know how great Utyosov is!

We'll live well, of course.
You and me, Zhenya.

We'll buy a motorcycle, and
off to the woods for mushrooms.

I know some places where there
are lots of bilberries.

And mushrooms.
Only the best ones.

Do you like to hunt for
mushrooms?

Do you like to go for
mushrooms?

- Why don't you say anything?
- You're lying!

Zhenya, wait! Wait, Zhenya!
Listen to me!

Look what a shiner
you gave me.

Look, look, I'm not offended.

But I should be! You've got it
too easy with me.

- Does the music bother you?
- The batteries are dead.

- Any catch?
- Okay, enough.

Uncle Sasha.

I need to go to the village.

- Did you see my passport?
- No.

Slavka will take his
grandpa to the village...

I must tell the neighbors
to keep an eye on the house.

- Will we make it to the train?
- Will you get ready quickly?

I'll be quick, like a fireman.
I'll be ready in a snap.

Are you moving into town?

Yes. I'm going to river
navigation school.

Pack your things more neatly.

- I'm ready!
- Just a minute.

What did I do with my
passport?

The batteries are dead.

Let me pack.

- What about the house?
- I'll sell it.

Aren't you sorry to leave
the village?

I'm not going forever.

- Did you find your passport?
- I did.

I'm not leaving the village
forever.

I'll finish school, sail on
the Volga, and toot hallow.

Give me a light.

They're calling us.

Tell him I'll be right there.

Well, take care of yourselves.

Good-bye.

Asya, marry me! Marry me!

Please, marry me.

Marry me!

- No. It won't be any good.
- But he doesn't love you.

He loves me.

If he didn't love me,
he would not be jealous.

Right, Styopa?

Go with him! I'm sick and
tired with you!

Jealous of you, of all things,
you fool! I'm fed up.

The whole village is laughing
at you!

You found another fool.

You deny you had an affair
with him last year?

Hit me again, just get her
off my neck.

Don't.

- Asya, let's leave together.
- But I don't love you.

Asya, let's leave together.

Forgive me, for God's sake.

My body can't take that
much strain.

And you stayed on?

Slava went to the village,
and Asya went with him.

Did you give Mama something
to drink yet?

Not yet. I just came with the
milk.

Mama, eat a little bit.
Whatever you can.

- Why is the tub there?
- Asya put it there.

Asya, dear. What's the matter
with you?

What's the matter? How did you
get it there?

How did you get in there?

Why did you get inside there?
My dearest one!

What did you do?

Mama!

- Agrafena!
- What happened?

Hurry, hurry!

I'm coming.
I'll be right there.

Asya. What's the matter
with you?

Come, dear.
I'll give you some milk.

My god. What's the matter
with you?

Asya, sweetheart! Is there
anything we can do to help?

Smile, my precious one.

Say something!
Get up, right now!

The girl's not herself, and
you're shouting at her.

Let's go. You mixed up the
store-room with the house.

Let's go where it's warm.
You should rest.

Where are we?

Why did you turn right
after the bridge?

Isn't it shortest route?

It's been five years since
people stopped going this way.

You should have told me earlier.

So here we are!

- Where are you going?
- I have to.

Occupy yourself with
something for awhile.

What a beautiful place!

What takes you so long?

What takes you so long?

- What's the matter?
- I'm afraid...

- You're starting already?
- The ride jarred me.

Damn.

It's too early.

Looks like you're going to
have to deliver the baby.

Are you crazy?

Go and look for something
to tie the umbilical cord.

Come on, get up.
Let's get out of here.

Kolya!

I'm going to have the baby
right now!

The pain let up a bit.
My feet are getting cold.

Stop joking, Asya.

What's the matter?
Need help?

Here's my coat. Cover up with
it, or put it under your head.

I'm so stupid, I lost my
scarf.

I lost the car seat,
and I got along anyway.

Has it let up?

You'll die here!
You'll die, won't you?

Maybe I should call someone?
I'll go get someone.

Listen, let's go. Get up.

Get up, you fool.

Hey, someone help!

I'll get a woman to come here.

- Where're you going?
- I'll be right back.

Asya, I can't. I'm afraid.

Everything will be all right.

- I can't. I'm afraid.
- Put something clean under me.

- Asya...
- I can handle it.

Stop!

- What's the matter?
- Help me. My wife's had a baby.

- Really?
- At night...

- Where is she?
- In the ravine.

Ivanov, Zhukov!
Into the ravine. Quick.

There! Right there! To the left!

D'you have anything to drink?
My mouth's all dry.

Will do.

I was scared stiff.

I was driving along,
and the fool says:

"I'm going to give birth now."

She went into the bushes,
and I went after her.

I lost my car seat somewhere...
She ran away...

My dear baby boy.

My boy.

So that's how it is, guys...

He got married,
and now he's crying.

Take your places!

Just take us to the hospital.

Don't worry. Everything will
be all right now.

Thank you.

- What are you looking at?
- You're a handsome guy.

You bet!

Will you get ready yourself,
or shall I call Mother?

Give Seryozha some water.

- You've already named him?
- Yes. Seryozha.

You could have
asked my opinion.

Maybe I dreamed he'd be
Andrei. Or Nikita.

No, you didn't dream anything.

What kind of nonsense is
that, you fool?

Listen, Styopa.

You softened up a bit when
Seryozha was born,

but before he even starts
walking you'll lose interest.

That's nonsense, you fool.

You just don't understand.

He should have a different
life.

So you don't need me?
Are you going to Chirkunov?

- Don't yell. You'll wake him.
- Let him hear it!

His mother wants her own apartment.
In the city. With a gas.

I'm not going to marry
Chirkunov.

- Why?
- I don't want to.

Don't be a fool. You won't be
able to survive without me.

Don't worry. My life has
just begun.

People will spit on that
life of yours.

Maybe somebody will,
but Prokhor won't,

Maria won't, and neither
will the team leader.

Nothing can happen to us.

What's eating you?

I hate to leave this place.
We've worked here since 1951.

We had our celebrations here.

Why regret the old?

Now we'll build a new,
covered threshing-floor.

It's old, but I'm used to it.

With the new threshing-floor
we'll outstrip the Gypsy farm.

We're sending our boys
off to the army.

So are the Gypsies.

Have you gone mad?
Styopa. Help!

After all,
it's the farm's property.

The hell with it! We'll build
a new dormitory for you

at the new threshing-floor.
Hurray!

Oh, my darling!

You're such a fool!

You're angry with me,
your lips are pursed

I have a sweetheart
His name is Styopa

He's in galoshes, I'm in bast
shoes walking after him

You can learn a trade in the
army, too.

And they have amateur
theatricals.

Look, Kostya the Gypsy is
going into the army, too.

My heart is broken because he
says he's going into the army

Everyone knows a draftee
has pain in his heart

Does anyone know why I
can't be the team leader's wife?

Thanks, Styopa, for the game
and music we played.

Screenplay:
YURI KLEPIKOV

Director:
ANDREI MIKHALKOV-KONCHALOVSKY

Camera:
GEORGY RERBERG

Sets:
MIKHAIL ROMADIN

Sound:
RAISSA MARGACHYOVA

THE END