hit me with the gun.
What happened?
Stupid - it'll be a shame if
he dies. The Finns surrendered.
Maybe the Germans gave in too
and the war s over.
Go get some water!
He's leaving us.
I can't remember how to keep
him from the land of the dead.
My granny knew how.
She'd turn into a dog and
bring him back with her bark.
I'll turn my little finger
into the dying one.
I'll hold his hand firm, turn
you from the path of death!
I'll stop you on the road
to the land of the dead.
Hear the dog howl and come back!
I'll hold you firm and stop
you leaving your body!
Hear the dog howl!
It protects your hearth.
It calls you back from the path
to the kingdom of the dead!
Hear my howling! I'm
catching up, jumping around you.
I'm biting your hands and legs,
not letting you go on!
Return to your body!
Hear the cry of the dog!
Turn off the road to the dead!
I turn your soul
into a floating log!
You're carried by the waves,
I'm the wind.
I'm a strong northern wind
carrying you to the shore!
Hear the dog howl on the shore!
I drive you with my hot breath
to your body lying on the shore.
Run into your body! Run!
I blow your log-body
to the shore!
I take you by the roots
and pull you out!
Spirit, return to the body!
The spirit's returned...
Gerlost, come here!
He's alive.
Come to me. I need warmth
and to feel a man next to me.
Anni, you just rest.
You were banging the drum
and shrieking all night.
I'm not called Anni.
My parents called me Cuckoo.
People called me Lame.
My husband called me Anni.
But my real name's Cuckoo.
Gerlost, come to me.
Thanks, my dear, for everything.
For the bread and salt.
Don't be angry about anything.
You're a good woman.
Thank you, Anni.
What're you waiting for?
I've got a lot to do.
Go. It's not my loss.
I'm going that way.
A long way, but I'll make it!
Good luck, Gerlost.
My name's Ivan.
Yes, that's what all
Russians are called.
Gerlost Ivan.
And you get lost too.
They parted on that hill.
The snow came early that year.
They left.
One that way, the other in
that direction, to their homes.
They were strong
and brave people.
They'd have made good hunters.
But the war made them do bad
things, and they tired of it.
They understood that, and
stopped fighting each other.
They became friends, and
helped me with the chores.
They always helped each other.
A bad man wounded one of them,
and the other brought him to me.
I tended his wound,
and didn't let him die.
One day, I realized they
wanted to return...
...to where their mothers
had born them.
I sewed them warm clothing,
got food for the journey.
They went to their farmsteads.
And your fathers
were named like you.
Gerlost and Veiko...
© CTB Film Company, 2002