Original subtitles

"Kirgizfilm" Studio Production

White Mountains

These were the first months of the fight

for the establishment of Soviet power in Kyrgyzia.

It was...

1918.

Script - M. Ubukeev, N. Rozhkova

Director - M. Ubukeev

Photography - K. Kydyraliev Art Director - S. Agoyan

Music - V. Konchakov Sound - Y. Shein

Artistic Adviser - S. Gerasimov

Cast - Sh. Kobegenov, A. Abayeva, B. Kadykeeva, M. Ryskulov, B. Beishenaliev

V. Zharikov, K. Rysmendeeva, T. Okeev, S. Zhumadilov, A. Aitaliev, R. Pankov

Dubbing - V. Kostin, L. Bezuglaya, L. Chupiro, N. Gavrilov

I. Efimov, V. Titova, E. Barkov P. Kashlakov, A. Stepanov

Film was dubbed at "Lenfilm" Studio

Yet another volunteer.

You see?

Comes straight to the Bolsheviks.

He's mine.

From my district. Ran away, bastard!

Hey!

Come back!

We have to catch him!

To teach the others not to do it again!

- What happened? - Nothing.

Sleep, they're hunting down a young Kyrgyz.

You won't get away, bitch!

Stop! Stop!

Get up, lad.

You were running pretty fast.

I almost drove my horse to death.

Get up. Don't be scared.

Don't be scared.

They exhausted you.

Don't you be scared,

Let them get into this,

I'll get them.

Way too brave they are! Dealing only with women and boys!

Why are you hanging about?

Get lost...

Or I'll harm you.

Just wait, you shit.

Our paths will cross again.

Get lost or your path will end up right where you stand.

This is not the wind

Bending the branch

Not the noise of the forest.

This is my heart

My heart suffering.

trembling like

An autumn leaf

- Hey, lad, there are two powers here.

Ours, the reds...

And theirs... the Whites.

Got it?

No.

Have you heard of the reunion of all the countries' proletarians?

No.

Well, brother, you're dumb.

But that's ok.

You'll get it once you face it.

You're young.

You're young.

What's your name?

Mukash.

Let me see it.

Let me see it.

You don't need it.

Yes, they frightened you very much.

Listen, lad, do you want to fight the Whites?

Come with us.

We'll give you a horse,

a rifle.

We'll fight the contras.

Against bays, you agree?

I don't have a father.

He died.

A long time ago, when I was young.

Mother, at home.

All alone.

I must go back to her.

Well, you know best.

Is that true that the new power has opened free schools?

Yes, do you want to study?

I'd like to.

You follow this path.

Here we are.

The city is there, across the river.

Hey lad!

Wait.

Once you are in the city...

Find Stepan.

He'll get you into school.

"I knew that if there is a black flag above the yurta

then there is grief in that yurta. "

Hey, Uchar, come here!

Come on, come on!

Come here!

Eat.

There is no one inside. They all left.

I'm telling you there's no one here.

Why are you standing here like this? Be gone!

I have no place to sleep, boy.

Talaibek, who are you talking with?

Answer me!

Some tramp.

Don't touch me, get off.

Assalom aleikum.

Aleikum assalom.

Get out of here. Why did you come to our yurta?

I'll get you! Go! Out!

- Tramp! - Don't scream.

Yes, many people died then...

- Who has come? - The grief was not only in our yurta,

There is still a black flag above many yurtas.

What have you got there?

Some of my possessions.

Are you an orphan?

No grandma.

Maybe it is better that you don't have parents.

They don't see their son as an animal.

It would hurt to see a tramp-son.

He said he's not an orphan.

Everything can change in the world.

Today you are alive and tomorrow...

Bij, damned face!

My eyesight is getting worse or I would patch up your shirt.

Stop making faces, you shit face!

What's with you? Are you mad today?

He started it first!

Tell us, son, where are you going?

I want to study

Go to the city.

That Russian gave me a paper.

Ah, you poor orphan,

why would we need to study?

Hey, old woman, I'm telling you, he's not an orphan.

Don't argue, he said for himself that he is one!

I didn't say that. I have a mother.

It is better that you are not an orphan.

She sent me herself. I'm not a tramp.

Feed the poor guy,

you'll do a good deed.

Those are relatives coming.

They were not at the funerals.

Mourning

Weeping

...

...

...

...

...

Stop, enough.

Calm down, daughter.

Many people suffered from the chasteners

children are left without fathers.

Parents lost their children.

No one left to mourn them.

Not every one was buried according to tradition.

We couldn't come any earlier.

Be strong.

There is no life without sorrow.

God didn't creat immortal people,

nor the blacksmith eternal things.

Gold doesn't rust.

Kind people

Kind people always remain kind.

Thank you.

Allah bless you.

Here.

Eat.

Get some wood in the fire.

- So you're going to the city, son. - Yes, Aksakal.

We saw many burnt down villages on our way.

The whole valley suffered from the chasteners.

What did you say, Batyr?

I say we saw many burnt down villages.

Thought you are left without home too.

It seems, that only your yurta stayed safe in the valley.

Allah saved us.

We were up in the mountains with the camels.

And her husband and son were in the auil.

So are you still going to the city?

Yes, Aksakal.

Mother's wish is three times law for a son.

Stop...

- No one knows what will happen tomorrow. - Give it to me, you'll hurt yourself.

Maybe the person you are going to is dead already?

Why do you need to leave?

Stay with us.

Their family is not an embarrassment to us.

It is hard to tend the owner's camels.

Stay with us. We'll find you a bride.

We have a nice girl.

Stay overnight and think.

Give us the reply tomorrow morning.

Don't go to the city! Strangers are everywhere.

You'll die there! For nothing!

Why are you keeping silent?

Are you staying with us?

We lost everything - water and land.

What a time!

Oh yes.

In the old days they said,

that people will live through three periods of time..

The time of wolves,

The time of foxes and at last,

a happy time.

The time of wolves is the time of our warrior ancestors.

The time of foxes...

is our present time.

The happy time...

is to come.

But in order to live up to them,

our people must go through

bitter sufferings.

They don't say for nothing that if a slave survives,

he'll become a rich man.

Even an infant.

And you, young man,

don't be afraid and go your way.

They don't kill in public now.

They are trying to make order in the city.

Horsemen!

Heading our way!

Ulzhan, take the horses away, quick.

And stay there.

You hide too, so we don't get into trouble.

Come here.

I'm here.

Here, next to the horse.

How are you? All safe and sound?

Hail Allah. Welcome.

Devil! Drunkard.

Wish he'd break his neck, God damn him!

He is my master.

How is it, grandma?

Growing up?

Getting younger every year!

Yes, dear, trying to please you for a long time.

This is our district governor!

What does he need here?

Hastening about the wedding...

Afraid to die!

Batyr, are you still looking for the mountain

you couldn't overpower?

And your tongue is still sharp, like a camel's thorn.

Well, enough,

important business brought me here.

Did you see a Russian with a young Kyrgyz?

No.

Well, well.

Who are you?

He's a relative of ours.

He came to the funeral feast.

- I don't see Ulzhan anywhere. - She went to get a water.

What's your name?

Mukash.

Quiet!

Who's there?

Someone come in?

What's wrong with mother's eyes?

She's blind from the sorrow.

Father was killed by the chasteners

and brother too.

We were very afraid that mother would die too.

- Did they burn the auil down? - Yes.

Mother lay unconscious for a week

and when came to, she was blind.

Since that she hears cries, groans, shots.

She doesn't sleep at all.

This is Aydik.

There is someone inside.

How much longer do I have to wait?

You've chosen the bride money already.

What else do you want?

Or you are not a master in your yurta?

Stop chopping!

Listen to what I tell you.

It will happen tomorrow!

Alright.

You said tomorrow, it will be tomorrow.

I'm not that young to stay a fiancé any longer, Batyr.

Dmitrij! Hey Dmitrij,

Get your stuff.

We're leaving now.

Where is Ulzhan?

Why so silent?

The district governor is gone, answer me.

Where is Ulzhan?

Ulzhan?

She's been told to get water.

Well, we have to go.

Don't hurry. Stay and eat some meat.

Thank you Aksakal.

That will be a treat.

We have to get to Kokzhar before it gets dark.

See you tomorrow.

Business is business.

A small business. Someone gets a piece of sugar, another gets more than that!

Go!

Sic him! Sic!

...

...

...

...

...

...

...

...

...

There was an old hunter

lived high in the mountains.

He had three sons.

Two of them died fighting with enemies.

and the old man was left with his only six-year-old son,

Karagul.

The hunter was old.

His legs lost their former power.

His eyes lacked vigilance.

The wild goat got away from him.

And the old man used to come back home without anything.

Here's what happened...

After hunting all day

he had no luck at all

And came back home worn out

to his son, Karagul.

Coming closer to the yurta...

he saw a beautiful kid-goat.

The old man was happy.

He crept closer.

Hid himself behind a big stone.

He aimed for a long time then shot.

He was afraid that he'd miss but he did not.

When he ran to the prey,

he saw his son Karagul

on the ground wearing a goat's skin

The old hunter burst ito tears.

He suffered so much

that the mountain, seeing his agony

turned white.

And even today, the hunter wanders the mountains

calling for his Karagul.

...

...

...

...

...

...

...

...

...

Talabek!

Get up, wolves.

Will you do as your brother tells you?

- What did you say? - It's about your wedding.

I am already sold.

They took Kalym.

Now it's not up to me.

Hey, anyone inside?

Moldabek! Hey, Moldabek, come out!

- Who's there? - Grandma.

The district governor and the Cossacks attacked Kokzhar.

Many men were killed.

We are looking for men to dig the graves.

- Tell Moldabek to come out. - Moldabek is not here

He's dead.

Then tell Turgan to come.

Turgan's gone too.

He died a long time ago.

Killed by bandits, didn't you know?

Ok, let's go. Excuse us, grandma.

Why are you sitting around? It's almost a morning. Time to sleep.

You scared me.

What are you doing here?

Looking for meer-grass.

Does it grow here?

It does.

Tonight is a full moon. It has to be in bloom.

Why do you need it?

It's magic.

If you put a blooming flower of this grass on a wound

it heals fast.

If you drink the broth made from this flower,

eyes which cannot see

will see as before.

But only a happy one can find this flower.

Then look for this grass without me.

You won't find any luck with me.

I am not lucky either.

Let's go then.

Meer grass, what a strange name.

Do you know what it looks like?

No.

- Then how will you find it? - I don't know.

What do you hear?

The river...

Wolf's howl...

The rock's echo.

Is that all?

Yes.

If we find this grass

we'll hear the trees and grasses grow.

And people will never lie to us.

They will,

they are people.

But we will know it.

This is good water. Thirsty?

Tell me, what will you say to my brother?

I wanted to stay,

but changed my mind.

I want to go to the city.

Become educated.

Educated.

It's scary not to know anything.

It's scary.

We live like animals.

We're different.

Like our district governor.

He is educated,

but what does he need it for?

If only I had it. I would describe

this night,

this spring,

And you.

All my nights I spend sleepless.

There is no end to my sorrow.

I have a great dream,

but the way to this dream is not clear.

How do I reach this dream

so my soul does not ache?

Where do I find a faithful friend

who could reach his hand out for me?

Darkness is everywhere and I cannot see.

Who can tell me the way?

There's a big city

across the mountains

where studying can open up the eyes of the poor.

But my heart is burning and groaning. How do I find the way there?

If I don't find it, I'd rather die

than continue to live like I do.

My sorrow is greater then myself.

It gets harder and harder to bear it in my heart!

And only the dream about new fate

gives me the hope and strength to live.

It's good when a person has a dream.

My dream died

and I am still breathing.

Mukash!

Mukash!

Don't leave me, don't give me to anybody!

I won't regret it!

Please, Ulzhan! Calm down.

You can't act this way. You can't, Ulzhan.

Don't.

Don't, don't cry. Ulzhan,

I'm with you.

Ulzhan, be my sister!

Let's go to the city, together.

Don't stay here,

Don't.

We'll get job in the city.

I know. Bolsheviks are there.

We'll start to study.

Do you agree?

You are free.

To go where want.

But I am already sold.

We lived here.

Mother!

Mom...

Mukash decided to leave.

He'll take me with him.

Come here, son.

I...

I believe him!

My dear.

Go with him.

I give you my blessing.

Go. Farewell. It's time.

Wait!

Daughter, say goodbye to your father!

Here we are.

Here lies her father,

And a brother next to him.

Father...

We decided to leave for the city.

Mother wants it. Me too.

Now go my dears.

Mother agrees to it.

Go.

Let's go.

Coming to a pub!

...

...

Let's go meet them, they're already here.

Stop, dear!

Merchants are here to trade your fox.

How is the gift?

Well, well.

Where is the bride?

They sent her to get water again.

Well?

You'll exhaust the girl, this way!

Ulzhan ran away!

- She ran away! - What did you say?

Where to? Answer!

To that side of the river with that tramp!

Let go of me!

We'll have a talk with you!

Here's the note the Russian gave. So you can get to school. Don't loose it!

Go! Move!

Don't be afraid Ulzhan, I will find you!

Hey! Governor!

I'm here!

Hey governor!

Don't you hear?

I'm here.

Take me!

...

Shoot!

Shoot!

Where is Ulzhan, tell me?

She's riding up the hill.

And now?

Now she's gaining on the caravan.

Tell me, mother...

Did Ulzhan look back?

She did,

my dear granddaughter!

Crying, I think.

Mother,

You're crying too.

Don't. Be strong.

Wish her happiness.

Only happiness.

THE END