see about a prisoner yet.
Whether you bring him or not.
You think I'm going to leave?
Forget it.
Teach me the machine-gun, you devil.
This is called "cheeks".
Cheeks! I swear it's cheeks.
On the German front, I had the honor
of fighting General von Ludendorf,
and here, who the hell it is?
Chapayev! They say he was a sergeant.
There's nothing to laugh at,
Lieutenant.
Chapayev is a serious adversary.
He and his fame are equally dangerous.
Petrovich!
- Bring in The mail, please.
- Yes, Sergey Nikolayevich.
Don't you think, Colonel, that your
relations with your orderly are too...
You mean, patriarchal?
Not at all. They're quite up-to-date.
Times change - relations change.
Too bad you don't understand it.
When you attack, you look back for
fear of getting a bullet from behind.
- We all should look back.
- I never do.
Petrovich's been with me since 1914,
he's gone through all fronts with me.
- He's mad at us.
- He promises to shoot us.
- Who promises? Why?
- Chapayev. Both of us.
What for?
A fellow-villager has come to Chapayev,
he was a horse-doctor there.
- So Chapayev asked us...
- He demanded!
Yes, he demanded that we put this
horse-quack to a test for a doctor.
I say: no veterinarian can test
a horse-quack for a doctor.
- Chapayev got mad, called us names.
- Called us sobs.
- We know you, he says, you...
- ...son-of-a-bitches...
You would never let any muzhik
become a doctor.
- Test him, he says, right now!
- And give him a document.
And make that document according to
form, or there're 7 bullets in my gun
and I'm ready to spoil two of them
on you!
Aha, you're here, my dears!
Complaining! You scoundrels!
Enema injectors! Forward march!
So you're with them?
Routing for the rotten intelligentsia?
- They can't do it...
- And I say they can! They must!
Why won't you let a single muzhik
be promoted to a doctor?
Test him at once and give him
a document according to form!
You see, they can't do it.
They don't have a right to.
Especially to give him a document.
How you dare mocking at Chapayev?!
I'll kill you, bastard!
Alexander the Great was a great
military commander, too.
But why break stools?
Alexander the Great?
Military commander?
Who is he? Why don't I know him?
I know all military commanders:
Garibaldi, Napoleon, Suvorov,
but this one... Alexander... the Great?
Who is he? Why don't I know him?
Not many people know him.
He lived two thousand years ago.
But you know him, so I must know him
too.
It's only two years
since I've learned to read.
Come on, Commissar, tell me
about this Alexander the Great.
Tell you? Very well.
I'm a sailor, very trim and handsome,
I'm only twenty years old.
Listen, sailor very trim and handsome.
I've been meaning to tell you.
You should make yourself more trim.
You always look so slovenly.
You're a regular Red Army commander,
you must set an example for your men.
You mean your Alexander the Great
did his fighting in white gloves?
- He didn't look like a tramp. - How
d'ye know what was 2,000 years ago?
Lenin rightly said that a strong home
front determines the final victory.
And in our General Headquarters,
instead of strengthening this front,
they're still diligently counting
their chickens before they hatch.
To revive Russia...
Report. Cossack Dmitry Potapov was
arrested when trying to desert.
Yes, that's my signature. I can't do
anything about it. Discipline.
Besides, we have a HQ directive
about deserters. An order is an order.
- Wait a minute. This Potapov is
your kin? - My brother.
Why didn't you say it...
To subject to execution.
Chapayev's division was pushing
forward...
There's unrest in the village.
The 3rd Platoon men are marauding.
Go find platoon commander Zhikharev
and bring him here.
You monsters! We've been waiting
for you, and you're taking our last?
- That's the Soviet power for you.
- Hush, grandma.
At wartime, even a piglet
is a godsend.
You long-legged