worse than you
and me. We went to the same school.
- Halt! That's an order!
- Don't shout, Commander.
Remember, the battery is under
my orders.
We're not in school, and I'm not going
to be easy. Go back to your section!
It's ridiculous, Commander.
- Did they go to the same school?
- Yeah, you bet they did.
Our commander will go far.
If he lives, he’ll make Colonel.
Oh Lord, when is it all going to end?
I can't take it any more.
Chibisov, don't straggle!
Lift your feet!
What's wrong with you, Chibisov? You
shouldn't let yourself go like that.
Come on, stride!
Stride!
Hold back!
Going downhill!
To your guns!
Hold back. Down grade.
Brakes!
Everybody to the guns!
Everybody to number one gun
to help!
Take the straps!
Look out for your feet!
Hold it back!
Hold it back! Hold it back!
Whoa! Whoa!
Hold it!
Hold that gun!
Hold it back! Hold it back!
What are you waiting for, Sergunenkov?
Give her the whip, to get her up!
I’ll give you the whip!
Can't you see what's wrong?
The forelegs got it.
How could you drivers do that?
That horse will never reach the front.
Why did you stop?
What's wrong with that horse?
It's her forelegs.
She must have shied at something.
She was a young mare.
Pull yourself together, Sergunenkov.
So she broke her forelegs?
Get her out of the way and shoot her.
He cares more about that mare
than he does about us.
She has only herself to blame!
No! I won't let you!
She's not to blame, is she?
Rubin!
Idiot! You don't know how to fire!
There!
There’ll be other horses, the enemy's.
Right, Ukhanov.
Compliments can wait, Comrade
Lieutenant. It's too soon yet.
Shoulders to the gun, men.
Everybody ready to push! Forward!
Bring her over.
How's that, all right?
- Dig a little more.
- Get her out of there.
Let's go.
How's the infantry doing?
Fine. How's the artillery?
Smirnov, Sergey.
Seryoga, to friends.
- Kuznetsov, Nikolai.
- In other words, Kolya.
So the big celebration
is tomorrow?
- Tomorrow?
- You think, today? Won't make it.
- Where are you from?
- From Moscow.
Oh, the capital! I'm from Taganrog.
Ever heard of such town?
- Chekhov's home.
- Right.
Get dug in, then come to see us.
We’ll talk. I have vodka.
- Sure, I’ll drop over.
- See you then.
Be seeing you.
Dig! Dig a little more.
All right, old man,
you can take a break.
Sit down and enjoy the view.
We’ll feel more and more at home
as we dig in the bowels of the earth.
It sure is quiet now.
Either we've Halted the enemy,
or the Germans have broken through.
What's your guess, Lieutenant?
An hour? Two hours?
Who the hell knows.
What does it matter, one or two?
We've got to dig in like mad.
Come on, dig, guys, or we're
going to be smashed flat!.
First battery?
You should be ashamed of yourself,
sergeant. Where were you?
All the supply units are way behind.
Not only you are fighting this war.
Go to hell, you Kraut! Where
were you? The men are starving!
- You're going to get it!
- Are you out of your mind?
I’ll show you!
Want to be court-martialed?
- Davlatyan, what's going on?
- There, he shows up at last!
Welcome, home-front aristocracy!
It's a bad policy to incite the men.
I’ll be complaining to the commander.
- Kasymov threatened me with his gun.
- You may complain even to the devil.
Hurry up and feed the battery,
you expert at the regulations.
Don't you shout at me!
Who’ll show me the way?
Goga, show him where the battery is,
or he’ll get lost for another day.
Some warriors! We’ll see
how you're going to sing tomorrow.
They don't have any consciousness.
Letting people starve.
Kasymov, you go and have supper.
I’ll take your place.
No, Comrade Lieutenant, I’ll stay
at my post two more hours.
In our South Kazakhstan,
there can be more snow than this.
I'm not that much cold yet.
I guess the snow's different there.
Is it warm in your country?
Yes, very warm.
The steppe, the hills.
Plenty of grass in the spring.
And flowers!
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