Original subtitles

And now, the morning news.

The Central Committee of the factory...

- Will you play in the morning again? - Yeah!

- Bigfoot, giraffe, telegraph pole! - What?

What are you doing? Give them back!

Get the hell out! They're not yours, don't touch them!

I said, get out, give them back!

Biting me?!

I'll play anyway!

Woodpeckers Don't Get Headaches

You'll walk to this microphone and say... Let's rehearse this.

Our dear graduates!

- Now... - Today. - Today, the school bell

will ring for you for the last time!

- He will... - ...proclaim...

Fyodor Kuzmich, can say "Hoo-hoo"?

Now this you shouldn't do.

- ...Come on, come on. - Ira!

- Say hello to me. - Get lost.

- Please. - I don't want to.

Ira! Fyodorova! Ira!

- Well? - Say hello. - I don't want to.

- Wanna say hello to me? - To you - No.

7A, align!

Come on, form a line!

Move it, quick!

- Bulkin, what did I say? - ...eight, nine, ten!

Act like a grown-up, will you? Stand up. Quiet, quiet.

Move it, children!

- Fyodorova, say hello. - I don't want to!

- Tatyana Petrovna! - What is it?

- Fyodorova ignores me. - Say hello, for God's sake.

- I don't want to. - Say hello, Fyodorova!

- Tatyana Petrovna! - What do you want from me?

- She doesn't say hello. - What do you want me to do?

You want me to say hello? Hello.

- Very funny. - Tatyana Petrovna...

- I didn't mean to offend you. - Shut up.

Once again, I'm asking you to form a line!

- Where's Mukhin? - Seeing his 121th dream, I guess!

Get down. Fyodorova, where's Mukhin?

- Why are you asking me? - Who else should I ask?

Well, how do I know?

They've delivered fresh potatoes on the market, we should...

Why are you like that?

He knows.

He bit me, Dad.

Bit you?

Whom did you bite and how did that happen?

I bit him and it happened fast.

- Where's my belt? - Leave him be.

If he can't become a human being, let him be a drummer at least.

He's fast.

We're passing by the house of a famous basketball player Andrey Mukhin.

Height - 205 cm in the morning, 204 in the evening.

Hello! It's his neighbour, a fan.

And there goes his little brother, Seva Mukhin.

Andrey! Hiya!

In autumn you will bring me an essay "How I Spent My Summer Vacation"

"How I Spent My Summer Vacation".

- Take a sheet and write down... - Again "How I Spent My Summer"!

What's the problem, Bulkin?

- Every year the same thing. - Well, can you suggest something else?

- I can. - Go ahead, tell us.

I suggest we change the title a little bit.

Yes, how? Tararuknina, dear, stop giggling.

How about this...

"With whom I Spent My Summer Vacation".

"With whom I Spent My Summer Vacation"...

See? Everyone approves!

Sit down, Bulkin, and keep quiet.

- Why is that? - Enough, maybe?

Stop that right now, or I'll send you to Fyodor Kuzmich.

No, you won't.

- What makes you so sure? - First, it's the last day of school.

- And secondly? - And secondly...

...you like me.

- Now, Baton... - See?

You're even calling me by my nickname!

- Comrade Mukhin! Good morning. - Good morning.

We're listening to what you're going to say.

7B is already out.

Sit! I didn't tell anyone to stand up!

I'm telling you. Take your seats, keep quiet.

- ...are we special or something? - We wanna play football too!

Like little kids. I have no patience left for you.

You will leave in half an hour.

I want to play football too. Sit down, Mukhin. Let's get serious at last.

- Hi. - Hiya.

- Why are you late? - Went for a little swim.

- How was it? - Fine.

Hi!

Woah! What do you want for it?

Listen, what if I...

Gogol. Byron. Moliere.

- Yeah. Okay. - Mukhin, what have you written down?

- Wha? - What have you written down?

We wrote... We wrote...

Here it is, Gogol, Byron, Moliere.

- Thank you, Mukhin, sit down. - You're welcome.

Thanks.

...Bradbury.

Brad-bu-ry. Fahrenheit...

...you can write that down in numbers. "Fahrenheit 451".

Awesome! I'll try it out today.

Mukhin, what's going on there? Come here!

Comb your hair.

Go see the principal... Asanova, stop it.

...and explain your behaviour.

- To Fyodor Kuzmich? - Uh-huh. - You should take them off at least.

Fyodorova! Just who are you waiting for?

What do you care?

And I think we know for who!

Well? Let's go.

Ira... Listen.

I'm listening.

- Where's that from? - I don't know.

Come on, remember.

- What? - Where's that from?

Are you dull of hearing?

You know very well that I'm tone-deaf.

- Move it, move it! - Move it yourself, flippers!

I'm doing it.

- And don't blink! - I'm not.

- You're a muff! - No, you are!

Feathers on a bird's back, Two pigtails on Ira's head!

- Is that so? - Yeah! - Well, you'd better hold on!

I am!

- Aha! You lost, you lost! - No and no, and no!

- You're losing all the time! - Whatever!

By the way, what're going to do this summer?

- I have a practice. - And after your practice?

- I'll go to the camp, probably. - Me too.

And then?

- Hello, Ira! - Hi, Valera!

- Who's that? - It's Valera.

- He's amazing. - What's so amazing about him?

- Everything? - What "everything"?

Why are you so angry?

- Who's angry? - You, it's obvious.

Well, put your glasses on.

- What will you do after school? - I'll go to the university.

- And then? - I'll work.

- And then? - I'll get married!

- And then? - I'll have children.

- How many children will you have? - I don't know.

- And then? - I'll become a grandma.

- You, a grandma? - Nothing funny.

And I'll have grandchildren.

- And then? - And then I'll die.

What do you mean, you'll die?

- What will I do then?

You...

You will play your drums, ride on the gates and ask stupid questions!

Fyodorova! I'll die the same day! You'll see!

- Give me the briefcase. - No.

- I'm leaving. - Leave, then.

- Well, maybe I won't. - As you wish.

- Let's go to the movies. - I'll think about it.

- Give it back! - Will you go to the movie?

- I said I'll think about it! - Well, I'll wait!

- I've already said everything! - I'll wait anyway!

- Is that your charm? - Yes.

Don't be afraid, I won't steal it.

- What are you doing? - Waiting, obviously.

Stupid. What if I don't come?

Then it means you have no heart.

Really stupid.

Standing on the head again?

My Maika will stand first, then I.

- How's it going? - Well?

She's brushing her hair.

- Tell her to hurry up. - Okay.

Tell her to hurry up. We are tired.

I'm standing better than you!

Sashka! Is that you?

- It's me. - Who's the guy going into a spin?

- A groom. - Huh? - A groom.

- I see, a suitor! Good afternoon. - The name's Mukhin.

I've heard a lot about you. Well, what made you go into a nosedive?

- Nothing, just some nonsense. - Well, that happens.

- Want me to deliver a message? - Tell her to hurry up!

Still standing?

Wow, you're lanky.

Hold it, I'll be back in a sec.

- Wow. - Not bad.

- Where's the lunchroom? - Forward and to the right. - Thanks.

Hurry up, please. Thank you.

Here you go.

- Hello. - Goodbye.

- What's the matter? - Can you read?

For 16+ years old.

- You think I'm under age? - Nothing to think about, get lost!

- Faster, faster. - Here.

Ma'am, I'm with a girlfriend.

Yeah, tell me something I can believe. I said, get lost!

Stop that right now! Stop it!

Are you crazy?

What are you doing?! Why don't you bang with your head?

Get your things and go away, you hooligan!

...hey, Volodya, listen up...

- ...they have great strings, check it out. - Got it.

Volodya, I'll be on the radio tomorrow till 4.

Children, this is called a block.

This unit here sews it with no stitches.

- Mukhin, come here. - Mukhin? Which Mukhin?

- Is he by any chance a brother of... - Yeah!

So, children, these blocks are coming from there on the belt.

The machine cuts this part, glues it,

attaches a cover, and then the book goes to the next sector.

- Is that clear? - Yes!

- Can you tell us where the buffet is? - It is downstairs.

But here we have a vending machine with sodas, you can drink all you want.

- Can we do it now? - Now?...

Okay guys, but make it real quick, okay?

- Yeah! - Go ahead then.

- Are you playing? - We are.

- What's the score? - 15 to 4. I'm winning.

- 10 to 0, I'm winning. - 15 to 4.

- 10 to 0. - He's lying.

- What are you laughing at? - I'm not laughing, I'm smiling.

My, what's that on your head?

A hat with a feather. Can't you see?

- You'll lose anyway. - Nah.

- You will. - Never.

- You'll lose. - No.

So, let's sum it up.

You blinked fourteen times.

- Are you nuts? - Why so nervous?

- Perhaps it's 8 to 5 and I'm ahead? - Not even close.

- 14 to 4. - No, it's 8 to 5

- No, it's 14 to 4. - No, it's 8 to 5.

- Look, he's gonna lose again. - She's right!

Don't blink!

- What's going on with you? - Nothing.

Here.

- It's not fair. Give it back! - Aha! 15 to 4.

- What? No! - 15 to 4, you lost!

Right...

- Is it you scraping there? - Me.

- Gonna be famous, huh? - So they say.

- Doesn't it bother you? - They're making me!

You can go nuts like that!

Mother said she'll buy me a bicycle in return!

- Hear that? She'll buy him a bicycle! - They should buy one for Fly

Excuse me, but where're you taking the drums?

None of your business!

- Stepan Stepanovich, stop them! - Alright, alright. Let's go!

Move it, move it, let's go!

- One drummer is enough! - But Stepan Stepanovich!

I'll make the exercises later, I'll be quick!

No, Misha, you must exercise. I'll come home later, then you can go.

- Mommy, it'll be too late then! - Misha, go exercise!

Please.

- Got ya, you rascal! - Let me go!

- What are these mugs on the walls? - They're musicians!

- Musicians, my ass. - Don't touch it! Let go!

I said, don't touch it! Give me back the drum!

- Fatso! - I'll show you fatso! I'll show you!

- Let me through! - No!

I won't let you through!

- I'll use the window then. - Stop!

- Get away! - Stop, I said!

There it goes! I'll break it into pieces!

And this one will go the same way!

Fly, baby, fly!

Fly, baby! I'll put it in order!

I won't put up with it any longer! And I won't even bother complaining!

I'll take care of it myself!

- And here works my enemy. - You have enemies?

You bet. There he is, Mr. Glass Stepanovich.

Now he's gonna say "Next!".

Next!

- Who else is there? - And now - "Anyone?"

Anyone?

There's nobody.

Fly, let's go.

Fly, I'm asking you.

Are you crazy?!

- Ira, come on, it was nothing! - Get away from me!

- Stop being angry! - Get away!

- Will you stop already? - It's disgusting, disgusting!

He's not such a great guy anyway!

- You have humiliated a man. - Do you even know him?

- I don't want to talk to you. - Whatever.

- Give me my briefcase. - Take it.

Ira...

Hit me. Hit me with all your strength.

Ira...

I hate you.

Mom!

Mom!

I've been awake the whole night because of you. I took your clothes,

so don't look for them. Stay home and think about your behaviour.

The food's in the fridge. Mother.

Well?

- Hello. - Hello.

- Hi. - Hiya.

- Sunbathing? - Yep.

- What for? - Throwing a cat from a roof.

- Are you nuts? - No, not like that.

I tied her to an umbrella. I'm not a murderer.

Well, did she land?

No, that's the thing.

- She fell? - No, she hanged over the wires.

And then what?

Then it all started. Mother got really anxious.

Who knew that people are so touchy about cats.

Nah, it's not about the cat.

It's because of the umbrella. It was Japanese. And then it broke.

- And the cat? - The cat...

- She ran away. - Where could she run?

Does your mother believe you?

Sure. We keep in touch.

One...

One, one...

Look, Tararukhina!

- What's up with your dress? - Fancy hair, fancy hair!

Mukhin! Do you know why Bulkin is absent today?

- And you, Fyodorova? - I don't know.

You three always arrive together.

Maybe you should check on him after work?

Care to say anything?

Hi.

- Hi. What's that, milk? - It's kvass.

Gimme it. Come on!

...and I continue to name the players of Spartak.

Number four, master of sports, world class, Alexander Gamsunov

Number five - master of sports, Andrey Mukhin.

- Grandma will kill me. - Add some water instead.

- Tolya! - Wha?

- What are you doing there? - Just standing.

- Go home right now! - I'm going, I'm going!

- I'll go then. - Yeah, you do that.

You see the coach of the team, Vladimir Kondrashyn.

Arzamassky's with the ball! Passes to Pavlov!

Pavlov returns it back!

He moves in closer... Shoots!... and misses.

Another one... Andrey Mukhin has the ball... He shoots!... Two points!

Great job, Andrey, simply great!

The fans cheer for their favourite player.

He rescues his team once again, bringing it in total 24 points.

The coach takes a time-out.

- Baton. - Tatyana Petrovna!

- Hello. - Hello. What did you do this time?

- Honestly? - Certainly.

I didn't cut my hair. Mother gave me 5 rubles

for the haircut and for the apartment. And I bought a car instead.

What car? A toy car?

No, a taxi! Took a ride around the town.

- There're so many interesting places! - You don't say!

- And ice-cream too. - It's awful.

It's awful! I told you a hundred times to get a haircut.

Your mother's wrong too. Locking up the clothes like that...

You're missing your practice.

- I'll talk to her. - Don't do that!

- Why? - Please! - Why?

She'll beat me.

Well that's wrong too.

How else can she help you?

- Are you hungry? - Nah.

- Take a cucumber. - Tatyana Petrovna... - Take it!

- Tat... - I said, take a cucumber! - Thank you.

There, Mukhin and Fyodorova. They had a fight, again.

Mukhin! Fyodorova! Come here.

Hi!

Okay. I'll go then.

- Goodbye, Tatyana Petrovna! - Goodbye.

Tatyana Petrovna! I'll get a haircut by September!

You bet on it!

Remember that movie?

Which one?

"My Fair Lady".

- Reminds of it a little bit, no? - Uh-hum.

- Let's never fight again! - Okay.

- 'Cause I'm all beat up after that. - Me too.

Thanks.

- Eat it, grow up big and strong. - Yeah, right.

Valera lives around the corner.

"Hello there, my name's Mukhin."

Look, look! What a weird guy.

- What's he doing? Weird. - He's gonna get hit by a car!

- Wait! - What a guy.

- "I wanna dance..." - Come on, let's go!

- It's a very old house. - So what.

- Do you know how these scratches on the walls were made? - How?

- With coffins. - Yeah, right. How do you know?

- Valera told me. - Duh, what does he know?

Maybe it was a dresser or a bureau.

No. If he says so it must be true.

This house is more than hundred years old.

I'd better wait downstairs.

- Why? - I wasn't invited anyway.

You're with me, dummy. Let's go!

- No, I think I'll wait downstairs. - What's got into you?

Nothing.

Are you shy?

Don't be! Valera will do the talking.

You don't have to say anything! He knows a whole lot about all the stuff!

What do I care? I read the newspapers.

Well do you know where the grasshopper's ears are?

I know, on its head.

- On its legs, how about that! - We haven't studied that yet.

But Valera knows! He's got all the stuff, books, magazines...

Alright, enough. I'll wait downstairs.

- But Fly!... - Enough. I won't go.

Too bad. Valera wanted to meet you.

- Why me all of a sudden? - Dummy!

You're a brother of the famous Mukhin! Who wouldn't want to meet you?

What did you say? Repeat that.

I said he wanted to meet you. What's so special about that?

- Let's go. - Why mention my brother, then? For no special reason?

Why, no. Without him, you're just Mukhin. Like thousands of other Mukhins.

You think that too?

Well, yeah. Isn't that true?

Fly! I didn't want to upset you!

I'm sorry, Fly!

Idiot.

- Seva, your noodles will get cold. - I don't want it!

- You should eat, you know! - Leave me alone!

- Why don't you carry it? - I'm waiting for more.

- Don't overdo it. - Yeah!

Why so gloomy?

Why, not at all.

Bulkin, why is Mukhin absent?

He said he wouldn't come again.

- What? - He said he wouldn't come again.

- Why is that? - He says he's leaving school.

Well, that's news.

He says it's for personal reasons.

- What's with Mukhin, Fyodorova? - Why are you asking me?

Who else should I ask? I thought you're always together, that you're friends.

Tatyana Petrovna, please, don't ask me about it.

This is love, you bet on it!

Seva has changed a lot lately.

He's gloomy, silent. Sometimes he shouts, all of a sudden.

And do you know who's getting the worst of it?

- Grandma? - How did you know?

I'm not new to working with children.

I wanted to ask you though...

Have you heard that Seva is going to leave school?

What do you mean, leave?

You haven't, then.

I must confess, I've heard about it only today too.

- And I think he may have his reasons. - What reasons could there be?

I can't tell you, but I'm sure they exist.

Well, as a father, aren't I entitled to know?

Seva will tell you himself, if he reckons this is necessary.

What if he doesn't?

Then there's nothing you can do!

- Boy, he's gonna get it! - See? So simple, isn't it?

"He's gonna get it". He's gonna get it from you, from me, then what?...

That's no way to bring up a child.

Pardon my asking, but when he gets phonecalls from girls...

do you mock him, make fun of him?

- It happens. - It happens.

And you make an example out of his elder brother.

- How can we not? - No, no, I understand.

But... does it go like, there's this elder brother and he's "family pride,

and you are this and that" and "nothing good will come out of you".

- Does it happen like this? - Well... in the heat of the moment.

"In the heat of the moment".

Where's his drum kit?

In the attic. This ruckus gets on everybody's nerves.

How simple. "Gets on everybody's nerves".

Love is patience.

- Excuse me, do you have any children? - What?

- Do you have any children? - Ah, children...

- Yes, a girl. - Well, how is your patience?

Not good! But she's year and a half, what do you want?

I can't really negotiate with her, she can't even talk!

Right now she's learned only one word - "bye"

And you're dealing with a grown-up! Who knows, maybe he'll be a musician?

- Where were you? - At the practice, where else?

Yeah, right. Your teacher came, said you're moving to another school.

It's none of your business.

- Seva, your teacher came. - I know.

- Did anybody call me? - Just some Tararukhina.

Let's run away from home.

Sounds like a plan.

- And we'll tell nobody! - Nobody!

Hey kids!

Wanna see something?

- A woodpecker... - That woodpecker!

That very woodpecker!

- Knock-knock! - Mommy!

- Seva, dear, you should eat something. - I won't!

- Go to sleep then. - No. I was told to stay, so I'll stay.

Fly! Fly! Our woodpecker is back!

- Grandma, did you see it? - I did!

- Did you hold it? - I did!

- You, maypole, have you seen it? - How the hell do I know?

- Dad, how're you doing? - What do you need this damn stone for?

- It's a lucky charm! - Lucky charm...

Grandma, come on, remember! I always had it with me!

- You did! - So where'd you put it?

- Did you hold it? - Come on, Grandma, remember!

Okay, I remember, but hold Seva!

- Where?! - Calm down, calm down.

Go help him.

There it is.

I got it!

- Move it, guys are waiting. - Just a little bit left.

- And who's on the bass? - Gavrila.

- The big guy? - Yeah.

- From 42nd? - Yeah. - Nice.

Did you call her?

I did.

So what happened?

Nothing, just silent treatment.

- And who won? - I did, of course.

Go dress up, I'll finish it.

Do you think I'll be ok? With my guitar and all...

It's alright, you haven't seen my drums.

I cleaned the floor. Went to the store. Painted the door. Good?

- Way to go. - Mother will be surprised.

All of my own accord, mind you!

You should leave a note.

- Are we going? - Yeah.

Show it again.

- Okay, got it. - Look, there they are.

- Finally. - This is our guitar.

- You sure took your time. - You'll be fine.

- Lev. - Bass guitar.

Hands off, it's a present!

- Misha. - Lev.

Shall we go?

- When're you going to the camp? - Tomorrow.

- Want to make it up with her? - Mind your own business.

While you're being sulky, some guy's telling her "interesting stuff".

By the way, where are the grasshopper's ears?

- On a leg. - Horrible, huh? I'll make a call.

It's her. Make it up with her already!

She hung up.

- Alright, bye. - Till autumn.

...and rain is filling trenches with water...

...and there's not a single dry place on the whole earth...

...but when military post comes in...

...it warms the soldier up from far away.

Baton!

...and the game continues.

Baton!

Both teams are on the field. Bulin moves forward...

Fullbacks of Yugoslavia rarely demonstrate...

Mayer and Djaik, Mayer was first...

- Hello. - Hello.

I thought you're in a summer camp.

- Fly's gone there already. - I know.

I'm leaving soon too.

There you go. You'll have something to write about in your essay.

- I won't do it. - Why?

I'm leaving for good.

- How?... - In two days.

Father's got an assignment in Murmansk. He's with the military, you know.

I see.

I came to say goodbye.

- Goodbye. - Goodbye.

Ira! What do I tell Fly?

I wrote to him.

- Did you see Mukhin? - We didn't, get lost!

Hey, Fly, you got a letter!

- Sing and dance, little fly... - Cut it out.

- From home? - No.

Dear Fly! Dad's being moved to Murmansk. We're leaving tomorrow.

I'm so sorry I won't see you again. I was wrong in our last argument,

don't be mad! I'll write to you from Murmansk, promise. Ira.

- Gavrila! - Wha?

- What? - Shh.

I'm leaving. Tell them not to worry.

- Where? - To the city.

Wait, what am I gonna do?

- Just tell them, okay? - What happened?

Tell them it's personal.

- Okay, bye. - Bye.

- Wait, Fly! - What is it?

- I'll see you off. - Go back.

- Take my coat then. - No. - Take it! - Okay.

Thanks. I'll be back by the evening.

- What car? - Nine!

The End