for.
Come back!
Stop! Cowards, abandoning your
comrades!
Forward!
- Why did you stop? Why the delay?
- Go to hell...
Cossacks!
At the Kappelev Regiment HQ...
God's with us! Reds cowardly flee!
The Chapay men crushed like fleas!
Swell drawing! Son-of-a-bitches!
But the verse is no good.
No, Pet'ka, put it somewhere and
keep it.
- Did you call me, Vassily Ivanovich?
- Yes, I did.
What's the matter, Madame? You should
have fired. Did your gun getjammed?
- No, it didn't.
- Why didn't you fire then?
- I was waiting. - Waiting for what?
- Waiting when they get closer.
Look at her... What a girl!
You fire very well. Good for you!
Pet'ka, give it here.
That's for you, as a keepsake.
Sit down and have some tea.
Autumn
Father wouldn't believe his son
That there's such thing as love.
A funny story.
The son took a saber, very sharp,
And he stabbed himself dead.
A funny story.
Yes, a very funny story.
Due to an emergency, I insist on
Furmanov's immediate departure.
He is to be succeeded by Sedov.
Frunze.
That's it, Vassily Ivanovich.
- They hurt me by this.
- They have other fronts to think of.
If it wasn't Frunze, I'd never...
This is your new commissar.
You know him very well.
The disposition of the Red forces is:
HQ and Political Dept. in Lbishchensk,
the division's main forces under
Yelan's command are in Sakharnaya.
As you see, the HQ remains isolated,
and can be reached by the steppe.
This is our only chance
to do away with Chapayev.
Yes, this is our last chance
to annihilate Chapayev
and hold Lbishchensk.
There's no other way.
We need a brave, determined officer
to head this operation.
- To whom do you plan to entrust it?
- I would be happy if...
- You entrusted me with this operation.
- I could hope for nothing better.
I put the fate of our front in your
hands.
By the way, the Allied Command
valued Chapayev's head at 20,000.
The Allied Command could afford
to give even more.
Behind him is the city of Guriev,
and Guriev has oil.
The storm was rolling, raining hard,
The thunder roared, holding grip,
A lightning sparkled like a dart,
The tempest rolling in the deep.
The night is pitch-black, we should
double the guards.
The Cossack tribe beat it as far as
Guriev.
- They won't dare to come near me.
- Look, Vassily Ivanovich.
All right, tell them to put up
additionalposts.
- How lucky you are! - What?
- I say you and Pet'ka are so lucky!
- You're young, with your whole life
to live. - You're not old yourself.
Old or not, but I'm not like your
Pet'ka.
You'll get married, you'll work
together.
The war will be over, you'll have
a beautiful life.
Do you know what life will be like?
You'll never wish to die.
No one wants to die.
But our struggle is such
that we can't spare our lives.
Either we win, or they win.
No, we win.
Why did you stop singing? Come on...
Well, will I make a good performer?
Everything is quiet. The road is clear.
Stop! Where are you going? Down!
Let's run to the guns!
Sakharnaya! Sakharnaya!
- They cut it, bastards! - Ride to
Sakharnaya, to Yelan! Both of you!
Go on, I say!
I can't leave him! And you go!
Goodbye!
- It's you?
- Me.
- That's it! We have to retreat.
- Chapayev never retreats.
Chapayev is wounded. Take him
over the river!
Go ahead, swim. I can manage myself.
No, you won't get me!
Forward!
Fire!
The End