behind bars.
This is just between us, Mr. Kornev.
A pity.
It's a pity that between us
is a barrier and not friendship, Mr. Klark.
-Understand, we must fly.
-I wish you luck.
-Yes.
-Mr. Kornev.
Goodnight.
-Wednesday, we fly.
-What?
Yes, and quickly.
Kharkim yelled such that it
wasn't even necessary for the radio.
If we fly with the planets
in such a position...
...there might not be enough fuel.
But if we refuse Kharkim
we won't be flying to Mars,
but to hell.
What's with you, Robert?
Forgotten how to take risks?
You want to teach how
to take risks again?
Get ready.
Mr. Somov, we are taking off.
Why so suddenly?
It's an order.
Wait a moment.
I must call ground control.
No time. See you soon on Mars.
Immediately leave the takeoff platform,
we are taking off.
Robert, Kharkim'll give the order
but we aren't ready.
I must warn everyone.
Robert, God be with you.
Attention. Ignition.
Breaking news.
Sensation in space.
Typhoon has gone to Mars.
The stars are winking at our guys.
The Big Bear constellation
is waving with its paw.
Today poor.
Tomorrow a millionaire.
Buy land on Mars.
It's so, so cheap.
Only with the Space Syndicate.
The Space Syndicate.
Ten dollars an acre.
Ten dollars a acre. Buy land on Mars.
Ladies and gentlemen,
drink this space cocktail.
The firm guarantees
after the second glass
We can achieve the condition
of total weightlessness.
And you can produce only one sound:
Drink. Drink. Drink.
Two glasses and you're in space.
Every 30 minutes
we will repeat this transmission.
From our special correspondent Verst
who is aboard the ship travelling to Mars.
Listen to Herman Verst.
We've passed
the first million kilometres.
No one's disturbed the proud flight
of our rocket.
The sun is similar
to a red-headed girl.
Smiling and welcoming...
our victory in space.
So what do you say?
To risk for a sensation,
I don't understand it.
Listen.
We have to speak with Somov.
It's better if you do it.
Yeah, right.
Understood.
-How do you feel?
-A little in the head.
In general I'm ready
to fly, like, today.
Yes?
You-- Why, Yevgeni Peterovich?
I am completely healthy.
Really, Gregory?
Lena Mikhailovna,
tell them what you think.
Gregory Vasilivich, you can't fly,
not tomorrow or the day after.
After such trauma,
you have to stay in bed.
-But Lena Mikhailovna...
-I'm a doctor.
Another must fly.
We will not risk your life.
Andrei Gordienko will fly.
I didn't think that it would
be so hard to part.
I also didn't think.
I forgot, what about....
Andrei.
Don't be angry but it seems to me
that you aren't upset about being apart.
Even glad.
What, Lena, I'm upset.
Honestly, I'm upset.
I see. I see.
And understand.
-And forgive.
-Lena.
I am so afraid for you.
-Lena.
-Andrei.
What's this?
Everything will be all right.
We'll return.
It's time.
Well.
Goodbye.
Goodbye, Andrei.
-Thanks.
-Goodbye, take care of yourself.
Have a safe journey,
Yevgeni Peterovich.
Get better.
Here, Yevgeni, soil from your native land.
Let it always be with you.
Thank you.
-Check the instruments.
-Aye-aye.
-Instruments are in order.
-Get ready.
Nervous?
Nervous.
Attention.
Takeoff position.
Moscow speaking.
Moscow speaking.
The Soviet people congratulate you
on the space ship "Rodina"
And we wish you success on your daring journey
to unknown worlds of the Universe.
On this flight a lot of space
separates you from your native land.
But the thoughts and feelings of all Earthlings,
your friends, will always be with you.
Good luck,
dear comrades.
What are the instruments showing?
Just a second.
Radiation?
What is this, Yevgeni Peterovich?
-Amulet?
-Talisman.
You have a talisman?
Soil from my native land, Andrei.
Our Earth.
-By the way, you haven't forgot?
-What?
We have a date today.
Yes, a date with your old friend, wait,
I'm initiating, one second.
Hello,  tribesman.
Young and unknown friend.
Hello, dream!