All language subtitles for Michurin_1948_Eng

MICHURIN

Screenplay by, director - Oleksandr Dovzhenko

Co-director - Yu. Solntseva

Directors of photography - L. Kosmatov, Yu. Kun

Original music by D. Shostakovich

Production design by M. Bogdanov, G. Myasnikov
Sound editor - N. Timartsev

Cinematography by V. Nikolayev, A. Kulyasov
Time-lapse photography -A. Kudryavtsev

Assistant directors - I. Dolzhikov,
M. Kucherenko, G. Natanson

Assistant camera - M. Il'in, A. Simonov

Makeup designer - N. Pechentsev
Set decorator- M. Karyakin

Costume designers - K. Urbetis, M. Zhukova

Film editor - M. Timofeyeva
Sound effects - I. Yevteyev-Volskiy

Scientific consultant - V.N. Stoletov

Production manager - G. Kuznetsov

Cast:
M.I. Kalinin -V. Solovyev
I.V. Michurin - G. Belov
A.V. Michurina - A. Vasilyeva

Terentiy- N. Shamin
Kartashov - F. Grigoryev
Khrenov - M. Zharov

Father Christopher - K. Nasonov
Bykov -A. Zhiltsov
Postman - I. Nazarov

Ryabov -V. Khokhryakov
Sinitsyn - D. Dubov
Lesnitskiy- G. Pechnikov
F. Myers-V. Isayev

W. Burd - S. Tsenin
Interpreter- Yu. Lyubimov
Peasant - I. Kashirin

Orchestra and Choir by the USSR Ministry of
Cinematography Conductor A. Roytman

- Hello! Listen...

- Hey, buddy! Does Mr. Michurin live here?

- Yes.

- Hi. Take this suitcase.

- Buddy, can we now see Mr. Michurin?

- You can, I'm Michurin.

- What? You're Michurin?!

- Mr. Michurin, forgive us, please.

- Mr. Burd says that it is fun, he also liked to
carry luggage.

He used to be... a porter. That was a start of his
career.

- Really? That's very nice.

- Professor Myers - Head of Agriculture Institute.

- Nice to meet you.

- Burd, Wallace Burd.

- Mr. Burd is the richest man of America.

- Mr. Myers has specially come to visit you from
America in the first-class cabin of the best ship.

- Really? That's very nice!

- Here, gentlemen, my wife - Aleksandra
Vasilyevna, my best assistant.

- Mrs. Michurin, Mr. Myers is delighted and all...

- Burd, Wallace Burd.

- Mr. Burd.

- Mr. Burd is wondering, is there any other Mr.
Michurin, who lives around here?

- Don't know. Never heard.

- Mr. Burd is wondering, is this yard the actual
garden, because of which Mr. Burd has come
from America?

Do you have another, large garden?

- Large? Why large? Have you come to see my
garden? Here we are...

- Thank you.

- It's over my head! I can't understand a thing!

- Extreme situation we have!

- What's happened?

- Some breaking news! Special Governor Official
has arrived with the National Award.

And guess who got it? Michurin!

- How come? Michurin?! Michurin?!

- No, wait, wait!

- How could it be possible? But why? Pourquoi?

- For the great contribution to the studies of
gardening.

- Gentlemen, please wait, wait. It is impossible!
It's some kind of a mistake!

- Definitely, it's a mistake...

- I can understand, gentlemen, if it was the
garden of merchant Filippov,

or the garden of Frenchman De Lenau,

- Definitely, honey...

or, at least, father Christopher's garden. These
are real Gardens!

- Do you envy? I shall tell you then: two or three
Americans are coming to visit him.

- You must be joking?! - Scientists! Yes!

- Wait, wait, gentlemen...

- Semen Semenovich, may I say... They have
already arrived...

- Who?

- Foreigners.

- Where are they?

- They went to Michurin. All town is going crazy!

My God!

- Semen Semenovich! - Wait! Semen
Semenovich, why don't you say something? We
should do something!

- Have a look, a violet lily, it's unique.

People haven't had the faintest idea of what a lily
smells like.

- Mr. Michurin, lilies have no smell or smell with
mould.

- Here, smell it.

Yes, it is a long story. I cultivated it from yellow
and dark red lilies.

First and second generation hybrids were yellow,
but in third generation some interesting lily
samples have appeared -

black pollen and, as you can see, smell. Four new
characteristics. Pre-ancestors have never had
such characteristics even in the hidden state.

These new qualities, gentlemen, break Mendel
Law.

Yes, Mendel Law doesn't explain the
development of fruits, but I started the creation
of a new plant.

Using the instability and weakness of young
plants, I'm directing his idea, forming a quality.

- Mr. Michurin, you need a wider scope in your
work. You belong in America!

- America? Why America?

- Ivan Vladimirovich...

- Wait, quiet...

- Mr. Michurin, please think.

- No. I'm staying here until I get what I want. -
What do you mean, Mr. Michurin?

- The most important is to move fruit-bearing
plants up North...

- Mr. Michurin, I repeat once more: you belong in
America! I'm ready to buy all you got here.

We'll put all of it - garden, yard - onto a boat to
America!

I guarantee you, eight thousand dollars a year,
laboratories and one hundred assistants!

- No.

- Mr. Michurin, if it's hard for you to part with
this view, we'll make an exact replica of it in the
States.

You don't know what you are worth, Mr.
Michurin... You're a golden man!

- I'm a Russian man. There is no such money, nor
ships, which could take me away from my
motherland.

- Mr. Michurin, it is worth it!

- No, this is out of the question, gentlemen. No,
no. Come in about twenty years, we'll see then...

- Hello, Mr. Michurin! - Hello. Hello. Where from?

- From Ural. Siberia. - From the Far East! Here is
a letterfrom Mr. Kurosh.

- Thank you! Sasha, here is a dear guest!

- Lesnitskiy, Fedor. Accept these seeds. Here are
almonds, Mongolian laburnum...

- Laburnum, my dear, I'm dreaming! I have
really big plans about these seeds!

- Taiga pear, Chinese apples, nuts. - Thank you!

- Actinidia, schizandra... - Schizandra! - Grapes
from Khudyakov. - Thank you! Sasha, this is the
true wealth!

- Thank you!

- Mr. Michurin! Come to the Far East! This is
where your kingdom is, this is where the power
is! All world herbs probably grow there!

It's so beautiful! Though there aren't any true
fruit trees, Mr. Michurin.

Everything that has been brought from Ukraine
can't adapt to that climate, all freezes to death.

- Gentlemen, you should learn the process of
acclimatisation then.

- We already lost our hope, but I had read your
article and I said to the gardeners: we shall have
gardens in the Far East!

- Of course, my dear! Siberia will be full of
gardens! - Hope so... However we have very
rough Nature. Cruel Nature!

- Gentlemen, lets agree: the Nature can't be
cruel or kind. Its laws are indifferent either to
snake or tsar, to spider or cholera infection.

We shouldn't wait for favours from the Nature. To
take them from it-that is our task!

You shall see now, so to say, laboratory view of
the tree.

You will see, what I managed to get from
Crimean kandil-sinap and Chinese apple.

There is something fascinating about the form,
durability and colour of the fruit.

Can you believe that I can't even come close to it
without trembling. You shall see them now.

Oh! Terentiy! Terentiy!

- A-a-a!

Liar, liar! I got you!

I got you! No, you are lying! Got ya!

- Silence! - Don't shout at the child!

- Oh, you little thief!

- Quiet. Let's go and drink some tea. I won't hurt
you.

Let's go! Go, go...

- It's a shame you, Ivan Vladimirovich, refused to
go to America.

If I were you, I would have gone farfrom these
devils not only to America, but even to Japan.

- None of your business... - Yes, you're right, of
course... But shame, everyone in Kozlov would
have been burnt with envy!

(Singing) On Saturday...

...a nasty day...

- Stop singing, singer...

- What a God's curse! Don't walk, don't knock,
don't breathe, don't sing! There was no such
agreement...

- Foreigners are criticising our country, and there
are no words to defend it with. I'm asking you,
don't sing.

- Why shouldn't I sing?

Let's all rejoice and celebrate the triumph! Ivan
Vladimirovich! You have glorified our town
Kozlov!

Aleksandra Vasilyevna, congratulations!

- Thank you, father! - Who is it? - Father
Christopher.

- Father Christopher... - What does Father
Christopher require? - About watch...

- Don't lie, your watch will be ready in two days.
You know it. - Well, let's assume I just popped in
to see you.

- Priests don't just pop in. There is no
christening, no funeral. Have you come to gather
gossip, father Christopher? To find out something
more?!

- I have come here to talk things over. - Talk
things over? What a complicated personality!
Father Christopher!

- Don't you laugh at me, Ivan Vladimirovich.
Don't laugh.

Twenty five years ago I was an ordinary student
and not father Christopher yet.

- And now you are an ordinary priest.

- Wait, not exactly, not exactly...

So, I finished my studies, I had faith, prayed and
worked in my garden.

But then I read Mr. Darwin,

and my faith...

...has gone with the wind. The world exists
without any God's interference. But you should
have served the God,

take your place. Too lazy to study and no wish to
become exciseman.

- Wait, not exactly, not exactly...

Well... Then one day I read Gregor Mendel's
works, who crossed...

...who crossed green and yellow peas and
proved, that inherited traits are inconceivable

and can't be influenced and changed? So, then
what?

- So I put plants in and see, that traits really stay
unchangeable in future generations.

And every day nearthe soil my faith in God
becomes stronger.

- Why does God freezes your garden every
winter?

- Climate!

- Climate? Intellectual laziness and indolence,
nothing to do with climate. Why my garden
doesn't get frozen?

Why? Here, look! See? Peach!

- So?

- So, I will make it grow near Tambov!

- Peach? Near Tambov? How come?

- I'm taking Mongolian laburnum and crossing it
with southern peach.

Then, when I see...

- This is a sin, not a peach! Ivan Vladimirovich,
don't blaspheme!

Don't make an obscenity out of the God's garden!

- Ignorance!

- Don't tempt me!

You're snake!

You corrupt people! Aleksandra Vasilyevna!
Terentiy!

Oh, I can see you! I can see who leads your hand
to desecrate this holy land,

the mother of all the living!

- Wait, dear philosopher, if you are talking about
land, then let me mention,

that the Earth rather plays a role of a father, than
a mother in the life of plants.

- Why father? And who is the motherthen?

- Outer Nature is! It is the real mother - teacher!
You must understand!

You must have imagination!

- Wait, wait! - I won't! - Don't interrupt me!

- Let the man speak! - Don't interrupt me!

- I'm telling you, don't interrupt me.

You understand nothing about Nature or you just
lie... Sit down!

- Well, ok. Let's assume I understand nothing,
but I shall tell you: this is as absurd, foolish and
sinful,

as if you copulated a dog with a pike.

- Nice comparison, however you are not the one I
can talk to about such matters.

- Fair enough!

- Yes. Once I create a new peach tree I will write
directly to the Academy of Science.

- Well, this is not Academy's matter, rather it is
of the holy synod.

- Sasha, do you hear this? I understand...

You should know then, I will also write to the
holy synod.

- What will you write? - I'll write that you don't
believe in God.

- Ivan Vladimirovich, watch your words! -
Aleksandra Vasilyevna, Aleksandra Vasilyevna,
you shall be my witness!

- Witness of what? You are a priest and you
dared telling me,

parishioner, in my house, that you don't believe
in God!

- When? I was just saying about the delusion of
youth! - Cut it off! There is no way back. There is
no God in you!

You are an empty man, just a synod official in
cassock and nothing more... Heh, scientist!

Cultivating peas! He doesn't believe in peach, he
believes in nothing!

- Bless you, Ivan Vladimirovich.

- Oh yeah? Oh right! - Yes! Yes!

And no cassock will ever save you! - Now I
understand you! You're mad with anger!

You are a slave of your desires and delusions!
You depress the nearest neighbours!

- But I serve the distant followers.

Who are you? Why each time I see you I get the
feeling of sadness and weakness?

I won't repair your watch. You don't need a
watch.

Yourtime doesn't flow, you are eternal as
indolence. Leave me alone!

- Ivan Vladimirovich... - Leave me alone! Leave
me!

- Please, calm down, Ivan Vladimirovich. - Fine.
I shall leave.

- Calm down! - I'll go, Ivan Vladimirovich!

- Don't be so nervous, Ivan Vladimirovich! Good
morning! Good news! Forget about them...

Just look how much correspondence I've got for
you! All post is talking over this event...

Today, Ivan Vladimirovich, we have won the
prize!

Sixty letters, six parcels and four from abroad,
here!

Take it all with the bag, all yours! No point to
worry...

All of these priests and merchants will never get
any respectable letter like this one,

even if they live a hundred years. Trust me!

- Thanks... thanks.

- Here! Look. Persia, see?

And here is England and Holland.

Wait a second... here we are! Stamp - some
king! The beauty!

This is great! And you are worried about
something silly!

It's not all, there is also America... - Really?

- Yes. Where is it? Ah, here...

A lady with a candle. - Seeds... from the Far East.

- Ivan Vladimirovich, may I have a look?

Here it is... a seed...

Well, grow high and strong, welcome!

We shall see if you make us happy.

- Thank you, Fedor Kuzmich! There will be
happiness. - For sure...

It is a must for a happiness to visit such people
like you are.

- Thank you, Kuzmich!

- And thank you too, gentlemen, from all the kind
people...

- Thank you, Fedor Kuzmich!

- Bless you!

- Thank you. Goodbye!

- No, Sasha! It seems we are still far from the
peach.

- Yes. There were so many saplings and none
have survived!

- Write down: "Wild almond doesn't cross with a
peach!"

Who to blame? Me or the peach?

Of course it is me. Not enough observation
mastery. Let's carry on!

After numerous experiments with different sorts

I have come to the conclusion, that it is necessary
to provide a mediator

between the peach and the almond,

which should have high frost-resistance,

but should also cross with the peach.

I have finally found it

from Mongolian amigdalus and Davidian
amigdalus.

- Sasha! - Yes!

- Sasha, look, it finally deviates towards the
peach!

Or not, it seems we made a mistake...

Years were passing by. It became very cramped
in the garden.

Thousands of observations filled up my head.

They required conclusions, decisions. Many
unexpected things kept worrying me.

- It seems like I know nothing at all!

- Don't slander yourself, you know more than
anyone else.

- No... I only know that it won't work! That's
what I know...

- You are crazy! Do you remember what
foreigners said? There is no other one, like that in
the whole world!

- What do they know, your foreigners! - Oh sure,
you think all people are ignorant fools.

- Sasha! - And you are always unhappy about
everything!

- Sasha, I'm asking for attention, not critics!

I have decided to move this garden to a different
place. - How come? We already moved it...

- It means that we moved it to a wrong place.
We'll have to do it again.

What else I should do, if I didn't get it right at
the first try.

The soil is too fertile... That's why we get
anything, but not hybrids. "Mama's boys"...

They will freeze to death anyway.

- Where should we move it to?

- To northern Don. - Agreed.

- Here we go then. - Dirty! - The most clean. A
bit rough...

- Trying to flatter me? - Yes, some great soil is
there: sand, ravines.

- Too much water! - That's good! If it survives
there, it will be a proper tree, not some " mama's
boy".

- And money? We hardly manage to survive...
Vanya, think. - I'm thinking! Thinking, thinking,
thinking!

It's been two years since I started moving my
garden to the desired land with harsh soil... It
was a hard job.

There were so many pits dug out, loads picked
up, so much dirt mixed up and sweating.

My wife and I thought about it later on for many
years and wondered... how could we manage.

However, it wasn't soon when the happiness
came to us.

Most part of the trees died during the
transplantation. Many saplings were lost due to
the spring flood.

Although the survived samples confirmed our
believe in victory,

the poverty started knocking at our door.

Then I gained some courage.

After getting advice from the local agriculture
official, the man of great mind and moral,

I turned to the Ministry for help.

- Next room, please.

- Mr. Michurin, we can't subsidise you. - Why
not?

- Mr. Michurin, we can't subsidise you. - Why
not?

- You don't have any citation of authorities.
There wasn't anything like that in the science
before.

- But that's good! From this moment the science
will have it.

- Tell that to somebody else!

- Listen, this is a disgrace! What hybrids are you
talking about? What hybrids?

You are an old man! Shame on you!

- Listen, who sent you here?

- I was sent by Tambov's agriculture inspector,
Mr. Marfin.

- Mr. Marfin? - Yes, Marfin. Academician
Pashkevich, professor Kichunov.

- Mr. Marfin, you are fired from the position of
inspector. - But why?

- For your interference in nothing of your
business! It's been so many years you have been
helping this suspicious character!

Not only he is doing something completely
absurd, you also want the government

to subsidise this depravity with Nature. Do I
understand right?

- I hope you are not considering the Michurin
affair? - Yes, considering Michurin affair. Listen,
what's going on?

- What is?

- Read what they write about him abroad! He is
the greatest selectionist-originator!

- What?

- Selectionist-originator! The first in the world!
He is our Russian pride! Oh!

- Please, don't start blaming me with pride.

I also have pride, dear lord! The department has
offered him a grant.

Of course, under the circumstances that he would
start experiments, initiated by us. But he refused.

- He wants... he wants to do scientific work.

- My fault!

- Let's go from here, Mr. Michurin. Curse them! I
only ask you not to lose hope.

By the way, come to Academician Pashkevich
today.

He wants to see you. Think things over. Celebrate
the New Year.

- I appreciate your offer!

- I am not only angry with our departments,
gentlemen!

But when even in Canada, where all cherry-trees
got frozen, only one survived, Michurin's, ours,

when half of the world finally got a new chance
of fruit growing, based on new scientific

Russian discoveries, why some "officials" and
protectors of Nature say nothing?

- This is awful!

- Yes, I'm also shocked by the callous behaviour
of our department. However, I must note,
gentlemen,

that Michurin, since he has no special theoretical
education, is a practitioner...

- And thanks God!

Almost all great discoveries were made by such
people.

I confirm, that Michurin's practical work is worth
more than our theoretical knowledge.

It has not only universal virtue, but the actual
reality,

from which you, Yevgeniy Grigoryevich, are too
far, sorry!

- I don't agree. - Of course, it's too much for you
to accept his views! - Why?

- Because in this case, you will have to throw
away the half of your life's work.

- I don't think so! I only consider that Michurin
contradicts with Darwin, subconsciously maybe,
but still.

- Defender of Darwin! Vasiliy Vasilyevich!

- In my opinion, Michurin actually continues
Darwin's ideas. Darwin explained evolution...

- But he wants to create it.

- He's coming! - Coming!

- And our goal is to help him.

- Gentlemen! Mr. Michurin... Mr. Michurin, here
are your friends!

- Gentlemen, I'm sorry, I'm late!

- Welcome, gentlemen! Please, gentlemen, New
Year is coming! Ah, Mr.

Michurin, there has been a real fight over you!
Welcome...

- The last minutes of the nineteenth century. I
can see millions of eyes, looking into the future.

The Twentieth Century!

What will it bring to the science?

To Russia? To humanity?!

At this special moment let's look at our people,

look over the past century.

What an incredible power the Russian people
showed, even under harsh circumstances!

Giant Pushkin, magician Glinka, Gogol...

- Repin! - Belinskiy! - Herzen!

...Chernyshevskiy, the great democrat, "the
true honour of Russia"!

- Timiryazev, Pavlov! - Mendeleyev, the pride of
world science, our Russian pride!

It is such a joy, to realise the amount and the
variety of talents, who were born by Russia of the
nineteenth century.

To people! To the genius of people!

Let the incoming twentieth century bring
prosperity and freedom to our motherland!

Let Russia rise

to the good of all humanity!

To you, thinkers, exiled from departments, from
motherland, proud prisoners, prophets of the
future!

Happy New Century!

Ivan Vladimirovich, your wish?

- Many wishes worry me. What I mean is only
one wish I would like to say, gentlemen, at this
very occasion.

- Which one? What is it? Please, say!

- I would like to encroach upon the world's order
in this century!

- That's a modest wish.

- It's been nineteen centuries of our era since the
man observes how the Nature mysteriously
changes

under the influence of ever changing
environmental conditions.

But what if I rise, so to say? Rise and create the
change in Nature the way I wish.

I mean the creation of inherited changes, that
can be planned in advance.

- Bravo! - Bravo, bravo!

- Quiet, gentlemen, quiet!

- What will dare to come across the power of
people?

When the land work will become a form of
creativity, art! And all the things become
different.

- Bravo! Bravo!

- It is too much for the New Year's speech! - But
forthe century, once in one hundred years,
seems fine! - True!

- This sounds incredible, Mr. Michurin! You
should write a book, that will touch the whole
world!

- Well, I'm still too far from writing a book!

- No way! Do you know what daddy says? He said
that you are creating a new science of agriculture
for the whole humanity.

- Tell us, how did you come to this?

- Where does your understanding come from?

- From father and grandfather.

I'm growing trees from the age of four. All my life
I sit near the soil... and observe.

- Ivan!

- Ah... it's you, Sasha... Aha, this is very strange.
I had a very strange dream.

- Well? - As if we had a wedding, and our
daughter was getting married...

And she is the cherry-tree. - You were probably
thinking of something.

- Then I hear music, music, music... then
everything is starting to change... all is changing,
changing, changing...

and we are looking at her, and she is no longer
cherry tree, but Japanese bird cherry tree...

- You were probably thinking of something...

- No, no, no... Wait... wait... What do we have
now, erm... today or tomorrow?

- Today. - Heh... Ok, what, what, what?

- Ivan, the war has been declared. - War?

- Hello, Ivan Vladimirovich! Something very
important has happened in the world...

- Wait, wait, wait... - Today is the first day
during the last twenty five years, when there is
no letterfor you.

Aha, no letter... No letter?

None... It feels like the life stopped.

- Hello, Ivan Vladimirovich! - Hello. Any news?

- Bad news. My son died in the Carpathians. -
Poor boy! What a shame.

- Daughter is sick. Nowadays I'm not delivering
letters, but sickness and grief.

- Right, I'm off to visit a sick person. See you
later...

It means you will have lunch without me. Why
are you looking at me this way?

- My head feels as if it is made of glass. Listen,
I'm not here. Do you understand?

- Hey... hey, have you seen this, Fedor Kuzmich?

- Come here, come here...

Look: here, you see?

- Not again? - No.

- Does it mean all these years were wasted?

- Why wasted? I said no. And it means a lot, my
darling...

Now I know, what I have to do.

A mistake... it is very good, very good. Thousands
of fools, like me, repeat this mistake year by
year,

and why? Because of mind indolence, ignorance
and slacking...

What a power of inertia is placed within the
human! That's why they, southern "mama boys",
froze to death.

- I told you, Ivan Vladimirovich, do you
remember? Well, not me, but you told me!

Well! - What shall we do now?

- I will make new trees, Sasha, completely new!
- But you have been telling me that for years.

- But you agree, right?

- Yes.

- Fine. This is what I need the most.

Nature! Goddess of beauty, so what?! I don't
need any mercy! I'm a human, Sasha,

I will create trees by myself even better than
Nature can!

- Birds are flying... Look, oh my God!

- That's enough of incense. I understood
everything. I got it all...

- Well, well... I'm off then.

- Now I only hope I have enough lifetime. I
understood it all!

- People say there is a cholera plague in town.

- Ivan Vladimirovich!

- Fine!

Sasha, what I'm going to read now

is almost a law. That's where my thought has
always been!

Remember for all your life... our happiest day!
I'm going to read now the beginning, Sasha.
Listen:

"We live in one of the time lapses of the
unceasing creation of new organic forms by the
Nature,

but due to the lack of foresight we don't notice
it..."

- Yes!

- " Characteristics do not pass without any
changes from one generation to the other.

Rather, they are formed in each generation anew,
during the whole process of development, from
the sprouts to the grown-up state..."

- Oh, oh! Ivan!

- Just a minute! Just a minute! Sashenka! My
head is so clear now! I can see far now, my
darling!

- Ivan, I'm not feeling well!

- Hey, what's wrong? Are you ok? Hey, hey?!
Sasha... What's wrong, honey?

Terentiy!

- No doctor. Gone hunting.

- What you mean gone? - Quiet... - Where is he
gone?!

...quiet! What is there, in the garden?

- Autumn, barometer shows...

- I'm asking about the birds...

- The birds are gone.

- Eh, Ivan Vladimirovich, we haven't saved the...

- Go away!

- Please, quiet. I want silence...

- Fair enough, be quiet then.

- Ivan, do you remember, when we were still
young...

I always remembered it and lived with these
memories. Do you remember, you told me?

Ivan, where are you? - I'm here, do you see me?

- The time is running out, Ivan.

While the light still shines, please, remember
what you told me.

- I told you then, Sasha...

"Sasha, my honey, I want to tell you... You know,
Sanya, I think we shall live all our lives not like
other people.

Completelydifferent. Wewill improveour
scienceandturnallourland intoa paradiseon
Earth.

Our poor willowed and aspened Russia we will
turn into a garden of such beauty, that humanity
hasn't even dreamt of.

Do you hear me, Sasha, do you hear my
heartbeat?

- Yes, you are so handsome! - You are so
beautiful!

- And during our whole life we won't say a single
bad word to each other.

- Yes... - Never! - Never!

- But then we left our sweet youth and entered
harsh reality.

A lot of beautiful moments were lost on the way.

And now they can't be returned, we can't return
them ever.

Other matters became more important to our
hearts. Other plans, worries, and sometimes I
felt as if I was absent...

I was bottled up, concentrated and tough...

- Why are you quiet, Ivan? - Don't ask me! - Why
are you always quiet, Ivan?

- I'm telling you, don't ask me! - Don't shout at
me! - I'm not shouting, I'm suffering!

- Do I bother you? You completely belong to
trees now!

- Listen, don't you understand? They are my
creations, and the further I create, the further I
see,

how difficult and complicated this all is.

- There used to be time, when you said: "All is
easy and clear".

- It was youth, blossom of life, its greatest
enlightenment.

- Don't you see I love you? Is there no love
anymore?

- Well, no, understand... Listen... if there is... -
Oh, you're so difficult!

- Yes, of course, if a person, who has the goal of
his life to rise the humanity by the means of
science is difficult,

then yes, of course!

Oh God, when will we understand it!

- Ivan, tell me that you love me!

- Sasha, darling, I'm telling you the most tender
and dear words,

thousand times, thousand times I take them from
the bottom of the sea. Honey, darling, my love,
my dear friend,

my little quiet dove! What shall we do?

The years have passed, we became weak. We
have to carry on,

but the way is hard!"

- Aleksandra Vasilyevna passed away...

- You shouldn't have talked to him that way,
father, shouldn't have cursed him. Really shame.

Wife died, people started to talk.

- No way! - I swear! - I'm even worried, hope
there won't be any confusion.

- What do you mean? - I say it's a shame. His
brandy was much better than yours!

Well, true, he has a bad temper, but, father, no
one can satisfy all.

- Semen Semenovich... - Maybe it's inborn? Ah?
Personality?

You, father, believe in heredity... And I, even
though a simple man, policeman, but also accept
heredity.

- I'm sorry, gentlemen, professor Kartashov from
Petersburg.

- Let me introduce myself.

- From Petersburg? Nice to meet you! How can I
help?

- I have an order from the Academy of science to
the gardener Michurin. I'm asking you,
gentlemen, to take me to him.

- With great pleasure. We will take you to him
tomorrow.

- It's very nice of you, but I would like to... - Oh,
no, no, no. Please come, lunch time...

- Thank you, but I'm in a hurry. - I'm really
asking you...

- Please, don't upset the head of the city, father,
even though you're a scientist.

- Michurin is a very interesting person, but... -
...a bit out of his mind.

- No, don't say that, difficult person. - Not
enough to say...

- Yes, yes. Difficult person and, sure,
dangerous! Who knows, he disagrees with
everything. Definitely...

No matter what we say or do, it is still not good
for him!

- Oh, come on, gentlemen, why are you saying
that?

- He used to have a garden, but he moved it to
the sand, to abandoned land. All town was
laughing at him! It is, well...

How could someone even imagine that! Of
course, half of the garden died out.

- Who knows! Some mixture of Tolstoy,
Kropotkin and Darwin.

- Horrible! When he's passing next to our house,
I always feel some sort of pressure!

- What a horrible stage of arrogance!

- Sasha! Sasha...

- Professor Kartashov. Please, come in. - So? -
How did it go?

- Have you seen him? - What can I tell?! I don't
understand this person, gentlemen! No, I don't
understand!

- Aha, what did I tell you? So, you see! - Sure,
there is something in him.

- Something, you say? - Of course, the whole
range of experiments in the area of selectionism
and further hybridisation.

This, surely, deserves some serious attention. It
enriches practical gardening.

But, gentlemen, his theoretical claims and
familiarity

with which he treats the greatest laws of Nature
- I just don't have the words to describe!

- Oh my God, you see? You see? I have always
said, this is the most suspicious affair...

- No, gentlemen, as I said, he has something
special. - Has he? - Howeverthere is no
scientific basis for it, but just simple empiricism.

- Poor man! Gentlemen, maybe we can make him
move all of it to the vegetable gardens forthe
military hospital?

- No way! How can you even say that?!

- Yes, but we must help him to improve
somehow.

- Terentiy, hi! How are things?

- Angry. - What happened? - A scientist came
from Petersburg.

Almost had a fight. - Oh, oh, oh!

- Damn, couldn't even send a better scientist!
Yourtrees are illegitimate, he said.

- What a scoundrel! And what did he say?

- Kicked him out, then cried so sadly. Grieved
over his wife, then wrote all night. Writes at
night, gardening through the day, and what's the
point?

Well, plants kill each other on this piece of land.
Well, it's obvious!

- Yeah... And where is the solution?

...The solution has come to people and to me at
the same time. It was brought by the Great
Proletarian Revolution!

Good day, respectful and venerable comrades! -
Good day!

- In the name of this greatest and historical
purpose the workers make this titanic,

historical work, since they have this enormous
force of revolution... Comrade Lenin said so!

...As a great scientist Darwin proved and
explained to us,

how in the fight for survival, different
characteristics in the generation from the same
parents appeared.

- Come to the point, comrade! - What does this
citizen need? - What do you mean, what I need?

At first I have come here to greet all with the
victory of revolution. At second, I would like to
get a clear confirmation

whether you will protect my farm or not? - Of
course we will!

- It depends who to protect for. Look at this
landlord, heh.

- Yeah, dressed up in a frock-coat! - Ryabov,
stop!

Hello, Ivan Vladimirovich! - No, wait!

I have lived through three tsars and physically
suppressed by that old epoch. Forty four years I
spent here, on this land. I started my farm on an
empty land in the search of new ways to create
the best fruits for Russia.

And now I'm not interested whether it will be my
personal farm or not. For me personally it is
important only for the common good of the
nation.

That is why I put on a frock-coat! Not for you...

- Don't you worry, Ivan Vladimirovich! He is a
nice man. He just has a hot temper.

He has dreamt about you all his life.
Agronomist... We approved him as your assistant
today.

He will be the first to lay his head to protect and
save yourfarm for socialism.

- That's more like it.

If Proletarian Revolution has brought you here to
rebuild the world, and this is definitely what
needs to be done, the first thing,

what we should do...

Yeah, the first thing, that we should do, is to
introduce the subject of selectionism in all
Russian schools and as urgent as possible!

Slow, lazy people and garden enemies should not
be offered any job. What is more, we must forbid
them to marry.

- This is impossible! - I forbid!

Within twenty years all towns and villages, which
have no gardens must be burnt! They are no
asset to our country.

- Michurin... - Take a pity on towns. Otherwise
we will have to burn all the country.

- Don't take my words literally! This is silly.
Otherwise we will truly burn all Russia.

- Here we are! - Thank you! I'm your old friend,
Ivan Vladimirovich. Do you remember the
Americans? - Try it!

- Here we are! - Thank you! I'm your old friend,
Ivan Vladimirovich. Do you remember the
Americans? - Try it!

- It was me, sitting on your tree! - Oh... so that
was you then?

- Me! Terentiy caught me that time. I had tea
with jam at your home, remember?! - Well,
goodbye my garden!

- No, Ivan Vladimirovich! Since then I haven't
stolen a thing, even from the priest.

- Write down the protection licence. - It's ready,
we made it yesterday!

Here is your protection licence, in the name of
revolution and order to maintain and develop the
farm.

Professor Kartashov was sent from Moscow to
help you. - Who?

- And here is a governmental subsidiary fortwo
hundred and fifty thousand roubles to start with.
- How much?

- Two hundred and fifty thousand. - Are you
crazy? Take it back! You hear me? Return it now!

Return it! - Wait, wait! - Terentiy, give it back! -
No, I won't. I'm not stupid! - Give it back!
Terentiy!

- I won't! - We will get confused in reports and
will get in court! - Don't worry, Ivan
Vladimirovich!

We will take your garden to the road of history. -
Will take it to a larger, state scale.

- We will take your gardens to the open fields, to
the squares. Let the land renew, comrades,

and let the people stop near these prominent
trees, holding

their breath, as they do while looking at some
famous paintings and statues.

- Explain, where are you from? Who taught you
this understanding?

- Lenin. Lenin, you, Ivan Vladimirovich, and my
father Lesnitskiy, your student from Altai.
Remember?

Do you know what they call him now? Michurin of
Altai. - Are you serious?

- Yes. There is also Michurin of Siberia. Ukrainian
one as well, I'm sure, every region now has its
own Michurin.

- I am so happy, Ivan Vladimirovich!
Congratulations, thank you, I'm very proud of
you!

- I have been thankful to you all my life. I
remember everything, your care about me and
our unforgettable meeting of the twentieth
century.

- Eight hundred different kinds were collected
here by Ivan Vladimirovich for the past years of
his work.

One hundred and fifty new sorts were created by
him before the start of the Great Proletarian
Revolution and he gave them all away to people.

From the name of the city committee of the
Russian Communist Bolshevik party and
executive committee of the workers

and farmers union, I'm opening this first
exhibition of his works, we are full of the highest
and warmest feelings...

The word is given to Ivan Vladimirovich!

- I would kindly ask all present here to eat half of
the apple number one and look at me at the same
time.

So? - Delicious! - Fathers agree with the voice of
the children, Ivan Vladimirovich!

- Ivan Vladimirovich! This is a great apple, this...
You are making us children as well!

It seems there is no better fruit in the world!

- Agreed. Exactly due to the reason, that there is
no such other fruit like this one, and among all
the sorts this is the best.

Let me tell you more about it. I suppose, that
every conscious modern person should know
about it,

every worker, farmer and every scientist.

Here are the parents: this is a mother, and this is
a father and this is their heir...

- And why the parents are small, while the apple
is so large?

- One moment! Mother - is a southerner. After
arriving here, into continental, more harsh
climate conditions, it, surely,

withered away and could hardly bearfruits.
Fruits were rare, small and undeveloped.

So in 1900 I used pollination from Chinese apple
tree on its blossom.

Mature seeds were replanted during the same
autumn. It turned out that all saplings deviate
towards the mother.

However one of them stands out because of its
large size.

I replant it two more times and in seven years I
get a fruit, hybrid of excellent taste and size.

And why? Because during the hybridisation the
fruit gained not only inherited characteristics of
its father and mother,

as some poor theorists claim. The hybrids contain
combination of the whole groups of very distant
relatives:

grandfathers, great grandfathers, great
grandmothers and even more distant relatives
from either side.

- What an idea!

- They come to life due to hybridisation, as an
explosion. Even if they were sleeping hundreds of
years before in the hidden

state. Please note, that all hybrids, which were
gained by crossing different kinds and varieties
of the most distant

by location plants have the highest adaptability
to the conditions of the new location.

Yes. However, this is only the beginning of
biography. The new sort also gained new
disadvantages. Fruits started to mature earlier.

By the end of August they became rotten. Then I
decided to add a mentor, that is implant another
old sort grafts to the lower branches,

near the trunk. And after a few more years six
grafts of some other winter sorts.

The way, how the fruits changed from year to
year, how they became heavier, firmer, more
juicy, full of scent

and started to mature later and later - it was a
striking picture, comrades!

And the new tree, with the combination of
qualities from the three nearest producers, has
become very large. It is not afraid of any winter
nor spring

frost bites. It is not afraid of anything...

Don't, don't, don't! Don't make me worried!

After another fifteen years I implant it into the
crown of an old twenty year-old one and a half
pound antonovka tree.

As a result- large harvest. Fruits, as you can see,
achieve the largest size possible. Do you feel the
flavour of antonovka apples?

- No! No! - You little thief, taster! Tried them all!

There is no flavour of antonovka. It means-the
new sort has developed a full independent
stability and doesn't fall under vegetative
influence of the stock.

- It is classic, Ivan Vladimirovich! It is great! -
What an incredible precision of thought!

- It is mutual love and agreement. I artificially
provided Nature with favourable conditions

forthe creation of a new sort and, thanks to this
attention and devotion, the beautiful lady was
conquered.

This "love affair" was going on for twenty five
years.

- It is a very fascinating love affair. Though, Ivan
Vladimirovich, I'm afraid...

- Oh well, you are always afraid of something!

- Yes, yes. Well, no, not really! Wait! I just
wanted to note that it has no future trends in
evolution, Ivan Vladimirovich!

- What do you mean? - Can I be frank with you?
- Yes. - We would like to ask you... ...not in
public, please! - Without the people.

You, surely, understand, Ivan Vladimirovich, that
all of it is exceptionally serious case.

You, obviously, understand, that the point is not
only in apple as such.

- That the apple is, so to say, some symbolic fruit
of knowledge.

- Why symbolic? By the way, there is not only
this apple, there is more. There is, for instance,
very real vegetative hybrid of apple and pear.

- Apple and pear? - Yes. - There is no such fruit.
- Why not?

- Because it's impossible! - Really? But you're
holding it in your hand.

- Ivan Vladimirovich, Ivan Vladimirovich, Ivan
Vladimirovich, I don't understand you.

- You try. - I can't try what doesn't exist.

- Sorry, but lets assume that it exists. Assume
that this random modification could take place...

- Yes, yes. - How, how, how? - Random
modification. - One moment, one moment!

Yes, I can assume, but conclusions, Ivan
Vladimirovich, that you publicly declare... I'm
sorry, but it's too much...

- Why are you hiding me? - Wait, wait, wait!

- Why do you isolate me from the world in the
garden? - Wait, wait, Ivan Vladimirovich!

- I'm asking you! When will you stop concealing
my scientific work?

- Who isconcealing? -We recognise
hybridisation. Interspecificandeven
intergeneric!

- We recognise some influence of the mentor,
that you discovered. - Yes, but you said...

- I said not in public, so not to shock you as a
great gardener, that vegetative hybridisation
doesn't have any future trends in evolution.

These are randomly obtained new characteristics,
they are not erm... ...not inheritable. - They
aren't strains... That's right.

- They are not random. They were planned and
created by me under the conditions of new
environment.

- You are wrong! Organic matter in its
development is independent of the environment.
Yes, yes, yes!

- Ivan Vladimirovich, let's agree that the reasons
of change in heredity are inconceivable.

- Not true!

- Ivan Vladimirovich! - Gene and chromosomal
mutations happen randomly! - Yes they are
random!

- And the direction of mutation process is also
random.

- Also random. Please, understand, the point is,
surely, not in apple, but in science.

You must take it into consideration, Ivan
Vladimirovich!

- The point is in revolutional agriculture and
farming, in grapes and grain near Moscow, in
people's wealth.

- You are evading the topic. - You're simplifying!

- No... It is not a scientific talk! - Yes, it is
scientific talk! And who should, if not biology,
come off that pedestal down to Earth

and start speaking the language of people,

instead of getting lost in the fog! Random...
impossible! What kind of science is that?! To
hell such science!

- Ivan Vladimirovich, don't upset me, don't make
me so unhappy!

- Yes, yes, yes! Fine, fine. But you should know,
you will never run away from it. You will have to
taste it.

And the later you try it, the more bitter it will
taste.

- No! - Never!

- You will taste it, what is more - publicly, in
front of all our country! Please, leave me...

Scientists! They don't see, that organic matter
and its conditions of inhabitancy are a unity...
Hm! I can't understand!

It can't be that they think, that all 300 000 types
and sorts of plants were created only by the
means of

inherited transfer of parents' characteristics?
What is it - are they blind or... Strange people!

- Enough! I can't carry on like that! Send
wherever you wish!

- Don't shout!

- I'm not shouting, I'm going to expand the land,
enlarge the garden by ten times, get the finance
and bring this case to the governmental scope.

- And then what? Well, what?! - I'm organising
an exhibition in Moscow! I'm writing report to the
Council of People's Commissars.

The Council of People's Commissars replied. I
asked him to visit Moscow immediately, but he
refused!

It's a fact, comrades, fact! I'm bringing this
garden to the historical road! - Comrades, stop
shouting, he's sick.

...Dear comrade Lenin! I would be happy if I
could visit you, but unfortunately I can't do it.

I am late. I'm very old and weak, but there is still
so much to do, that I can't leave it even for a
moment.

I'm stuck at my farm with my poor creations for
almost half a century.

And what kind of reporter I am!

Have you written - "reporter"?

Carry on: "what a reporter!"

Be healthy and wealthy! Please, come to visit me
and relax in my garden and think about the
future of humanity. Yours Michurin.

- There is a limit to our patience, comrades! The
experiments are not supposed to be lead at such
temperatures. This is not frost, this is fire!

- Definitely, fire! Such frosts can't be found in
the whole world!

- He ordered to bury at least one line of seeds
deep down and cover them with straw.

- I wish scientists came up with some ideas!
Instead they invent something silly, parasites!
Look! Ivan Vladimirovich!

- Ivan Vladimirovich! What are you doing?! You
promised not to leave the house! Put on your hat!

- Take off your hats! - What happened? - All of
you take the hats off!

Lenin has passed away!

- Lenin died! - Lenin... Lenin is not with us
anymore!

- How could he die?! Scientists, what's wrong
with you?!

- During his own life he brought more good to
humanity,

than all the greatest people in the world during
the past ten centuries.

The greatest dreamer will no longer come to our
garden! Listen, my dear comrades! In the name
and honour of immortal man,

who took our country to the top position in
history, who discovered us all, let's continue his
deeds!

Let him be with us, flourishing, immortal,

as the Earth and peoples, who brought him up
within the eternal rising...

- There is a great interest in you, Ivan
Vladimirovich. I even give lectures about you!

- Me too. - And me too, Ivan Vladimirovich.

- Me too. And the most important, the questions,
which they ask. People have changed so much!

- Very interesting!

- What is the point in crossing particularly plants
of different sorts, you shall say? Explain to me
practically!

- There is a huge point! Apple with pear, with
hawthorn, apricot with plum, almond with peach,
mmm, huge point!

We gain unlimited opportunities to obtain new
plants with incredible characteristics.

From the deepest, so to say, future centuries, we
summon trees, that otherwise would have had to
wait for thousands of years of slow evolution
before coming to life.

And not only trees...

- I spent two years here, in this silence, as a
hermit. Here I put in a lot of work into critical
development of empirical ideas of Michurin.

- Who is talking silly there?

- Professor Kartashov with students.

- Ah, hello, Ivan Vladimirovich! - Hello!

- Oh dear! I can't stand this man! As soon as he is
in my sight, my personality gets spoilt
completely!

- Well, now, comrades, you can trust me - the
day is wasted! Most favourite opponent of Ivan
Vladimirovich has arrived!

- Well, my victories and mistakes will be
explained and shown by others,

while I, for the first meeting, shall show you the
land of bloodless, mysterious, but hard fights...

Here, have a look... A peach. It's been many
years, so many saplings, and not a single frost
resistant hybrid. It splits either into almond or
peach...

So, what shall we do? - I'm sorry, but it can't
split. It's a law.

- You believe in the laws of Mendel to the point,
that rather soon you won't even be able to move
yourfoot. So, what shall we do?

- Continue, we'll work it out. - Here! I proclaim
him a professor. I pass him this particular
problem!

People will thank him for the northern peach, and
you will later...

- Ivan Vladimirovich, I would, finally, like to have
a word with you, privately!

- Oh right! Fine! - What is more, I'm asking
you...

- Please, please, please... Fedor Stepanych,
please take care of the students, while I have a
talk with Yevgeniy Grigoryevich.

Please, come in!

So, are you displeased with me?

- Yes, I demand at least... at least outer... outer
propriety. Yes!

- Let's assume you already have it. Although, at
the same time I can demand some inner
propriety.

- Oh please, Ivan Vladimirovich!

"Empirical ideas"...And you said that to your
students with such a flavour, as if you came to
visit Terentiy, and not me!

- Wait, wait, when people say in our Academy
that you are very talented and great gardener
and empiricist...

- I don't care, what people say about me there!

- I mean that I don't see anything bad in it, you
are truly the most talented empiricist
deductionist...

- And you are a bureaucrat!

- And... and... Ivan Vladimirovich, don't insult
me, we can be heard.

- Don't worry, there are only bees around here,
and they are busy. I used to have scientists here.
They never gave out titles!

They took their hats off in my garden, and you
are spoiling your students with gossip.

- Wait, wait, I'm reading the course of genetics.

- I know. I read your essays with a great
sympathy, which are full of pitiful mistakes. This
is a result of serious lack of practical knowledge.

Don't forget, that students are the children of
workers and farmers. They are called to rebuild
agriculture at revolutionary

pace, and not drag along for centuries with your
poetic discussions: "Nature is unchangeable"...

- Noone is saying "it's unchangeable". I'm just
stating that its changes are unpredictable.

- Here we go. It is so for your graduate
day-dreamers! Do you think this apple blossom
will exist forever? Nonsense!

Change conditions, and this apple will become a
plum or something else in one thousand years.
Do you want me to change it in five years?

- This is impossible! - I've heard it already from
a priest.

- I serve Darwin, not church. - And I serve
people.

For you Darwin is a God, and for me he is just an
order for action. That is why I'm his follower, and
you are his dependant,

honoured dependant of Darwinism! Damn you!

- Oh, you're so angry! I would have never
thought that unity with Nature made you so
tough.

- Not unity... the fight with amateurs and
dilettantes, like you are. Why do you come to me?
What brings you here?

- I honestly...

- Leave it alone, because all the party, national,
social, leading from all republics, everything is
attracted to my garden.

Wait, the students will leave you in a week's
time.

- You are taking too much on yourself.

- Yes. I am the follower of Darwin in the Soviet
state, and I have taken too much!

I'm not the admirer of Nature's laws, I'm a
creator. That's it. The end of story.

- Thank you, erm, I thought we would talk as a
scientist with a scientist, but all what you told me

and all your temper, all your intolerance, Ivan
Vladimirovich... - It ignores all types of scientific
views...

- Not all types. ...All types of scientific views,
unfortunately, prove one more time, that all your
experiments...

- Leave me, leave me alone! - No need to be
rude.

- Ivan Vladimirovich! - I don't want to see
anybody! - Ivan Vladimirovich, you have a
visitor! The Chairman of All-Union Executive
Committee, Kalinin Mikhail Ivanovich.

- Are you serious?! - He is coming here. - Oh my
God, what are you doing to me?!

- But really, Ivan Vladimirovich! Just imagine
that every single farmer has brought up two fruit
trees.

- That's right! - One for himself, and one for his
imaginary city comrade, who was deprived of the
happiness to work with land.

It means two hundred million of fruit trees.

- In fifteen years that would be half a billion.

- Yes, it is a question of food... - Food,
landscape, climate. - Hmm...

- High aesthetics, if you like.

- Yes, you are doing a virtuous deed, Ivan
Vladimirovich! I can imagine how the best
qualities of our people will flourish with such
education.

The manners will become softer, personalities
will improve. - What a splendid picture!

- Comrade Stalin says that we have come to the
new form of agriculture - social.

Remember, Ivan Vladimirovich, all great future
of our natural science belongs to collective and
state farms.

- Yes, my time has come.

Please.

Create gardens in steppe, bring science out to the
fields, to people - can you imagine what will
happen?!

- It means to arm people for the fight forthe
years of plenty.

- Exactly. And it will be so.

Yes, there will be no us by that time, but this... it
will exist. It will fight the draught and lack of
harvest. It's a shame that the real knowledge
comes too late

and lots of time was lost to making mistakes.
There could have been much more!

- It's nothing, Ivan Vladimirovich! We will give
you everything, just tell us what you need.

- Fifty years of life. - No, my dear, no!

- I know, I know. - But I'm sure that thanks to
you, Ivan Vladimirovich,

our grandsons will talk about it in a different
way. It is Faust, eternal topic. And you are
solving it.

- I believe. We are the ones who are solving it.

- People's destinies are solved mainly by the
millions of workers.

Workers and farmers, who create the good of life,
who feed and dress the whole world. They are
the real heroes and creators of a new life.

There are two ways: the way forward - to
socialism and the way backwards-to capitalism.

There is no third way.

- Great words, great events.

Farmers have taken the collective-farming way.
The history of agriculture is getting filled with
new forces,

full of other, higher meaning. It is not simply
agriculture anymore. It is governmental activity
of the millions.

Farmers, reformers, practitioners- our pre-rising
dawn!

How bright, enlightened and full of joy will be
our forecoming day!

- Gardeners of the Motherland! I'm sending you
in a journey through a very special time.
Yesterday I listened to the program of world
reformation.

I kneel at this program, at its great author and
performers!

My dream comes true. But, Young Communist
Leaguers, I am old and I have realised that
human life is not enough

even to observe the destiny of two-three
generations of saplings up to the period of fruit
bearing.

In your youth I see my continuation. I'm cloned
within you and in your quantity I have my hope!

To the good timing! Remember: every collective
farm should have a garden. Use our method,
which is the best. In steppe - rows of gardens
and berries!

Train enthusiasts selectionists. Organise
experimental laboratories. Closer to people, to
collective farms, and observe, and listen to your
hearts.

Great deeds are performed there. Look through
everything: steppes, mountains, forests.

To the good timing! Move all to the North, to the
far North! Harden them!

- My garden is in blossom. Since that moment,
when the great Lenin thought of me, all my life
and work have changed.

My possessions expanded. Selectionists,
geneticists, biologists, agrochemists, soil
scientists

from all the republics have filled the laboratories,
my farms. My national work has taken a very
wide scale.

The town has become the capital of scientific
gardening. Scientific-research institute was
created.

Enthusiasts went on to find new plants. My
obedient plants were moved above the polar
circle, where nothing has ever grown, apart from
moss and lichen.

Far Kazakhstan,

Siberia,

Sub-tropics,

Altai, the land of my heart.

Don,

Ukraine...

The map of plants, created by me, has become
very wide.

Natural science has come to the unlimited
borders of collective farms.

It won't take long until the grain, devoted to
Lenin, will grow near Moscow and it will be
unique in history.

The harvests of my students will inspire the
world. And people will conquerthe time and
summon to life the creatures from the future,

which were supposed to wait for long centuries
of slow evolution before coming to existence.

- Hello, Ivan Vladimirovich! - Hello, Ivan
Vladimirovich! - Get ready, teacher, it's time!

- I'm always ready! - Good words! - To people!
Square, streets, theatre, all the Union of
Republics!

- Pioneers of the North and East- welcome you!
- Scientists, gardeners, artists, singers!

When we saw this army, we understood, how big
your world is!

- Ivan Vladimirovich! The town was given your
name - Michurinsk!

- Oh, shame on you! Oh, oh, shame on you!

- Stalin greets you with all the great Stalin's
heart. He wrote it:

"With all my heart I greet you, Ivan
Vladimirovich, with sixty years of your work for
the good of our great Motherland.

I wish you good health and more success in the
area of gardening! Shaking your hand. Stalin."

- Town Michurinsk! The capital of Russian
gardening science! We are so happy, Ivan
Vladimirovich!

"Dear Iosif Vissarionovich! Your telegram came
to me as the greatest reward for all the eighty
years of my life.

It is more dear to me than any other praise. I am
happy to accept your greatest attention!"

- Oh so, well! Good! Very good! So...

Michurinsk, you say? - Michurinsk, Ivan
Vladimirovich! The capital of the Soviet
gardening science.

- Interesting! Fair enough! I mean thank you. I'll
go. I will definitely go to see what the town is
like! I have never seen it before. Probably some
deserted place, eh?

- No way! - Bad town!

- No, it is an excellent town, Ivan Vladimirovich!
Pack faster, Ivan Vladimirovich!

- I'm in no hurry, my children. - All are waiting
to honour you. - I have no vanity.

- The people want to see you, Ivan
Vladimirovich! - People? I understand, I'm
coming! Where is a mirror? Give me a chair.

Oh God, I hate these wrinkles, they are so ugly! -
Not true! - Horrible! - They are beautiful.

- I would have given all away: academy, titles,
the best town in the world, and not some kind of
Kozlov city, and all this honour if only I could get
my twenty black horses back! No, they won't
return.

There is so much to be done, so much to be
understood!

Michurinsk, you say?! Fair enough, let it be.

Bless the work of the people! And bless the
names, who brought me to this pedestal - Lenin
and Stalin!

Great people, I'm acting along with you during
the greatest time and the part of this immortality
I have taken for myself. The dream of people
comes true.

My dream comes true. I can see the future of our
Motherland in blossom and I say: I am happy! Go
forward, contemporaries!

Let the Soviet land be a garden! Let it adorn the
humanity!

Hurrah!

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