bayonets on us, and we're still alive.
Let me, Peter, it's a bullet.
- Egor, darling, we'll be in the hospital soon.
Don't cry.
- I'm not crying.
You're crying, I can hear, and there are tears on my face.
- I'll stop, I'll stop.
Here, Egor, here I am.
In my Sunday suit, there's money.
Share it with my mom.
Then I'll come visit you ...
He's not a bad man, I know him ...
Mom saw him in her dream...
I wrote her everything.
He's dying.
Too bad she can't read.
Bastards, you won't get far!
Darling, darling, don't die!
Thirsty, go soak your kerchief in the lake.
I'll be right back, Egor, wait.
Don't die!
What are pouting about, honey?
Stop!
Don't feel sorry for him. He's never been a man.
He was a bumpkin. There's plenty of them in Russia.
Could have done it differently.
No, that was the only way.
This is that fool, his relative.
Watch out!
Jump!
Did you see how he was driving?
What is he, drunk?
Hey, what have you done?
Don't be sad, Luba.
Look how many good people around you.
One should live. Best to live smartly.
Wait, if me meet again, I'll tell you everything.
I've seen a lot in my time.
Even got tired. My soul is suffering.
But I remember everything.
Give me some time,
and everything will be fine.
Best regards,
Egor Prokudin.
The ENDMOSFILM
FIRST ARTISTIC UNION
"In the conditions of socialism
every person
who left the rails of employment
can return to useful work."
Now a choir of former prisoners
will perform a mellow song "Evening Bells."
The prisoners in the choire "Bom-Bom"
are those who are nearing the end of their sentences.
Such is the tradition and we keep it.
RED SNOWBALL TREE
Screenwriter and Director
VASSILY SHUKSHIN
Cinematography
ANATOLI ZABOLOTSKI
Music
PAUL CHEKALOV
Evening Bells
How many deep thoughts they bring.
Thoughts about the days of youth
in my homeland.
Where I had loved.
Where my parents' house is.
And how I,
having said goodbye to
my homeland for a century,
was listening to the evening bells
for the last time.
How many are no longer with us.
The once happy and young.
Actors:
Lyuba Baikalova - LYDIA FEDOSEEVA
Egor Prokudin - VASSILI SHUKSHIN
Evening Bells
how many deep thoughts
their ringing brings.
Father of Lyuba - IVAN RIZHOV
Mother of Lyuba - MARIA SKVORTSOVA
Peter - ALEKSEI BANIN
Zoya - MARIA VINOGRADOVA
Mother of Egor - OLGA BYSTROVA
Detective - YANA POHORENKO
Waiter - LEV DUROV
Kolya - ANATOLI GORBENKO
Colony Leader - N. GRABBE
Director of Collective Farm - N. POGODIN
How do you plan to live now, Prokudin?
Honestly.
Well, that's obvious. Where will you go?
To her.
Who is she?
A penpal.
Lyuba Federovna Baikalova.
What does she write about?
Nice letters. She's inviting me to come.
Are you happy?
Happy.
Happy.
If I had three lives
I would spend one in jail, to hell with it.
Another one, I'd give to you.
And the third life, I'd live as I like.
But I only have one. So I'm happy.
And can you be happy?
Your ass is grass.
What's there to be happy about?
What is there to be happy about?
Well, I don't know.
If you can be happy - be happy.
If you can't - live the way you can.
Stop here, bro. I just saw my girlfriends.
There they are, see? And I'm riding by.
I must go and see them.
See, they're crying.
Hi, auntie!
Are you still alive?
How are you, little bride? Tired of waiting?
What are you crowing for?
Wait, don't crow for me yet.
Why are you walking around for? Sit down!
How much does this machine cost?
Let's steal it and split the profit?
Heads up, comrade!
Where are you, Nino?
What are you looking for, Nino?
Sharik!
Big-eyed Nino...
Spoiled my holiday.
Gonna leave my address, just in case.
Sharik, tell your Nino,
that I'm giving her a warning for now.
But in future there will be penalties.
Hello! Hi!
It's me - Grief.
I have nowhere to sleep.
Why?
Bastards!
I'm warning you -