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REAL DAKOTA INTERFEST
PIOTR FIODOROV
ANASTASIYA MIKULCHINA
YEVGENIYA MALAKHOVA
KRISTINA ASMUS
AGNIYA KUZNETSOVA
SOFYA LEBEDEVA
YEKATERINA VILKOVA
DARYA MOROZ
ANATOLY BELY
VIKTOR PROSKURIN
MAKSIM DROZD
ALEKSEY BARABASH
WRITTEN BY YURI KOROTKOV, ARTIOM BITKIN, RENAT DAVLETYAROV
MAKEUP ARTIST - ANASTASIYA ESADZE
COSTUME DESIGNER - ALEKSANDR OSIPOV
SOUND EDITORS- ANATOLY BELOZIOROV A.S.F.P., SERGEY BUBENKO
EDITORS- MATVEY YEPANCHINTSEV, NATALYA KUCHERENKO
EXECUTIVE PRODUCERS - GRIGORY PODAEMELNY, MAKSIM POTASHNIKOV, NIKITA SUSLOV
MUSIC BY ROMAN DORMIDOSHIN
ARTISTIC DIRECTOR - ARTIOM KUZMIN
DIRECTOR OF PHOTOGRAPHY - SEMION YAKOVLEV
PRODUCERS - VLAD RIASHIN, RENAT DAVLETYAROV
DIRECTOR - RENAT DAVLETYAROV
NARRATOR - SERGEY GARMASH
THE DAWNS HERE ARE QUIET
BASED ON A NOVELLA BY BORIS VASILYEV
It was May 1942. On humid nights, crash of artillery was heard in the West,
where both armies were stuck in trench warfare.
In the East, the Germans air raids plagued the Channel and Kirov railway.
In the South, the besieged Leningrad kept fighting back.
Here, it was quite a peaceful retreat.
All that was left of Junction 171 were a few households
and a long squat warehouse.
German planes sometimes visited the junction, so 2 AA mounts
were stationed there just in case.
What? What are you fussing about? Your Vasya is alive.
When he comes back, he'll have to answer to me for the stolen apples.
You stupid woman.
EPISODE 1
The quiet and idleness softened up the AA gunners.
There were enough girls and widows left in the 12 households,
able to produce moonshine virtually from mosquito buzzing.
The soldiers would spend the first 3 days catching up on their sleep
and looking around. The fourth day would happen to be someone's birthday,
and after that the sticky smell of the booze would never go away.
Fedot Yevgrafovich! Fedot Yevgrafovich!
Fedot Yevgrafovich! Fedot Yevgrafovich!
Stop yelling. What happened?
Not again!
Stop it!
Vaskov, you get a reprimand, and the half-platoon goes to the front.
Can I go with them, Comrade Major?
Don't even start. Your battle days are over.
I've recovered completely. The war will end soon. What will I tell my kids?
'I've been in battle for half a day and had been wounded by noon'?
You'll tell them you have survived. Others dream about a place like yours.
Besides, Sergeant, your junction is a military facility. You are at war.
How about some potatoes, Comrade Major?
This isn't war. This is a resort.
OK, Vaskov, I'll send new soldiers to you tomorrow.
Give me teetotalers.
2 squads? 20 men? I doubt we can find 20 teetotalers in the entire front.
I need teetotalers and also not womanizers.
You mean eunuchs? - I don't know. I trust my seniors.
I'll come back as soon as we finish them. - Sure.
I'll write to you right after the arrival.
OK, Vaskov. You'll have your women-avoiding teetotalers.
I hope these ones you'll be able to manage. Half-platoon! Mount!
Just you wait, Sergeant! I'll see you after the war!
Cheer up, Vaskov. Tomorrow they'll send you new ones.
Let's hope they'll hold out till the end of the week.
Thanks a lot, Fedot Yevgrafovich. We appreciate it.
Sending the guys to their deaths and staying here comfortably!
That spring Fedot turned 32. He used to believe himself lucky. After all,
he had only graduated from 4th grade and an army school, but was able
to become a sergeant. He married a nurse from a military hospital.
They had a baby boy together. Then, the Winter War began, and he was called up.
SORTAVALA, DECEMBER 1939
He was wounded and got into a hospital. Meanwhile, his wife cheated on him
with a military veterinarian and went to the South. Fedot divorced her,
got the custody over their son, and placed him in the country with his mother.
A year later, the kid died. Since then, Fedot had only smiled on three occasions:
"to the general who decorated him with award; the surgeon who operated on him;"
and his landlady Maria for being perceptive.
What's up? - Your soldiers have arrived.
About time. The junction has been defenseless for 2 days.
Is there a commander with them? - I don't think so.
Thank God. Sharing responsibilities is never good.
Wait till you see them.
Fall in!
Dress! Attention! Comrade Sergeant, Squads 1 and 2, Platoon 3,
Company 5, the Anti-Aircraft Battalion, report for manning the facility.
Platoon Sergeant Kiryanova.
Teetotalers. I see.
Yes, sir. Comrade Major&
Yes, sir.
Aye, aye, sir.
The AA guys used to stay in the village.
We're not AA guys. We're AA girls.
Are they all rookies? Has anyone been in battle, besides you?
We're seasoned soldiers, Comrade Sergeant. Corporal Osianina,
how many marks do you have on your buttstock? - Not enough.
Name? - Private Brichkina. Lizaveta.
Did you grow up in the country? - Right. Yes, sir.
Good work. That's how you work with the tools. Where are you from?
Siberia. Yenisei River. - That's quite far away.
What are you doing here? I have to take care of the lodgings.
Borscht is ready.
So what? - It'll get cold.
Comrade Sergeant, we need an outhouse, too.
An outhouse? - I don't see any bushes around.
Here goes the boss..
Too bad, girls. There's only one man here, and he's already taken.
No wonder they stayed in the village.
He must be quite comfortable with his landlady.
It's not true!
She's in love! Our Brichkina is smitten by a gallant officer.
Poor Liza.
Liza Brichkina spent her whole life waiting for tomorrow.
Every morning she woke up to a burning premonition of happiness in her heart.
Even when her family was proclaimed enemies of the people,
stripped of all their worldly possessions and sent to Siberia
with thousands of other so-called kulak families.
Liza Brichkina
Even that hadn't killed her trust in the happy and shining tomorrow.
Well, you blood-sucking parasites of the workpeople! We're almost there.
In 2 months it will be winter.
Those who manage to build a house before that will survive.
You'd better shoot us on the spot. - It's never too late.
Where do you think you're going?
EASTERN SIBERIA, FEBRUARY 1941
Come on, silly girl. This isn't sorrow.
You don't know what real sorrow looks like.
Nobody leaves the perimeter without my order. Is that clear?
How about berry-picking? - Berry season hasn't come yet.
How about sorrel? We need some additional food to keep our figures.
Quiet! There's lots of sorrel at the river. But don't cross to the other bank.
Liuda, Ira, you stand guard. Katya, you're the guard commander.
Stay put! What does it mean? - What?
This! Is this what you call guard mounting? There are rules and regulations!
For a soldier, drill regulations are&
You'd better leave, Comrade Sergeant. We need to clean up.
Vaskov, don't overextend yourself. You're the last man standing.
You'll have to do house visits now. A week in one house, a week in another.
That's what we, women, have decided.
Polina, behave yourself. Are you a soldier's wife or a bourgeois lady?
All is fair in love and war, Fedot. Both for soldiers and their wives.
You smartass! I'd evict you if I could.
We're going to the river to pick some sorrel.
Looks like you don't have much power over them, either.
Maria, do you have any moonshine?
Can you give me a ride to the city? - Jump in, dear.
Rita Osyanina
JUNE 22, 1941. 86 AUGUST BORDER DETACHMENT
Next time try to come a little earlier. He won't go to bed,
trying to stay awake till you come. - OK.
He'll be devastated in the morning, when he sees you aren't here. -Yes.
Take care!
Hande hoch! What if it were the Germans?
Germans, here, Comrade Sergeant?
Your belts. - What?
Take your belts off.
3 days detention for the breach of discipline in the immediate battle area.
You forgot to knock, Comrade Sergeant. This isn't your house but the barracks.
What's this? - Don't you recognize it?
It's decamouflaging. - Didn't you get the order?
What order?
Servicewomen are allowed to hang out the laundry at all fronts.
Signed by Commander-in-Chief. - Cut it out!
Relax, Fedot Yevgrafovich. They call you Old Man. Act like one.
Lock and load!
Bearing 270.
Range 3000. - 3000.
Altitude 2500. - 2500.
Charge! - Charged.
Intermittent fire!
Bearing 290.
Range 2500. Charge! - Charged.
Charge. Quick!
Nadya!
Bearing 320. Altitude 2900. - 2900.
Range 3400. Fire!
Way to go, girls.
Look! The pilot has catapulted himself!
Rita, come on. Don't waste the shells. - It's charged anyway.
As you were!
Who?
What the hell are you doing? I'll have you court-marshaled!
Comrade Major& - I know.
Who shoot down this plane?
Squad 2 commander, Junior Sergeant Osianina.
Good job, Osianina. Too bad they couldn't find the pilot.
It would be interesting to know what he was doing here.
Wandered off course? - Maybe he was doing reconnaissance.
Looking for what? You cozy in bed with your landlady?
Permission to comb the forest with the soldiers!
Leaving the guns unattended?
Allow me to go on my own.
That's better. Maybe you'll find something valuable on him.
Anyway, I brought you reinforcement.
Comrades soldiers, introduce yourselves. Osianina, I need a word.
As you know, a woman at war is a subject of men's attention.
Sometimes they succumb it.
An HQ colonel, a married man, got himself a girlfriend.
A Military Council member, having learned that,
took care of the colonel and ordered me to find a nice place for the girlfriend.
As far as I know, this place is good.
I see. Permission to leave. - Granted.
Squad Commander Osianina.
Private Gurvich. - Private Chetvertak.
Private Komelkova.
Zhenya Komelkova
MOSCOW, MAY 1941
My family.
Congratulations, Dad. Did you get it from Stalin himself?
Yes. He also gave me a handshake. Here, let me pass it to you.
Aleksey, meet my daughter Zhenia. Don't let her angelic looks deceive you.
Zhenia, this is Colonel Luzhin. We were in the Winter War together.
Zhenia, he is married.
Dress! Attention! Comrades soldiers, for your courage in battle
we award you with an extra bathing day.
You're so lucky, Fedot. All these girls just for you.
Don't overstrain yourself carrying your duties. Do you need help?
You're an idiot, Makarych, war hero or not.
Zhenia, you look like a mermaid! Your skin is translucent.
Poor girl. To hide such curves under the uniform!
She's beautiful.
Beauty doesn't equal happiness. - You mean yourself?
Zhenia, you don't even need a bra.
Oh yes I do. I have a soft spot for lingerie.
The sergeant won't be able to resist me.
Nobody can resist such beauty.
Beauty is the work of man, Galia. Let's make you beautiful.
You had it coming.
We'll take in your blouse, and you will be a real star.
Do you want a makeover, too? I was kidding about the sergeant!
You can have him if you want.
Zhenia, I need a makeover! I want the sergeant to warm up my bed tonight.
Me too! The more the merrier.
Stop it!
Shame on you. - Rita, let them talk. It's fun.
I can understand falling in love.
What I don't understand is making out just for fun.
You don't? Care to tell us where you go at nights?
Zhenia, why don't you sing for us? She knows tons of songs.
Well?
I found him.
She got him all right. Damn it, if we took him alive,
I'd have taught him Russian in no time. Girls and arms&
She is a widow. For her, it's personal.
It's a different life.
What happened, Zhenia?
I'm leaving today. Dad has been transferred to Tallinn.
TALLINN, AUGUST 1941
My mom, my sister, my brother. They shot them all.
Did they get under fire?
A firing squad.
They took the commanders' families and shot them with a machine gun.
An Estonian woman living across the street hid me. I saw everything.
My little sister was the last to come down. They had to finish her off.
Zhenia. But the colonel?.. How could you?
I could and I did.
Are you going to lecture me now or after lights-out?
My mom lives not far from here. I wanted to be here,
so that I could see my son. I'm going there tonight.
What if someone sees you? Or you run into a patrol?
I'm a lucky girl. Anyway, girls, bedtime! Or I won't make it in time.
Here's our village, the Legont lake, the railway, the White Sea Channel.
And here are these crosses and circles. What do they mean?
Rita, we have gathered some things for you. Some sugar and canned goods.
We always have some leftovers, and you are raising a man.
Thank you, my dear girls.
I used to love it when mom brought me some snacks.
She is a medical worker.
All routes are mapped out. They know the road around the lake.
And the swamps are marked as impassable terrain.
They seem to know everything.
Well, not everything.
The commander of the peaceful Junction 171 Sergeant Vaskov had no clue
that the German Security Service's classified order 219-702
had already been signed and taken to execution.
It prescribed a big SS group to enter the Soviet territory and execute
acts of sabotage at the White Sea Baltic Channel and Kirov Railway
in preparation for a powerful German offense on the Northwestern Front.
THE END
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