my age, Safronov.
I just came short of the ammo
or you all would be dead.
But for Kolka, I'd have
run away to the steppe.
Too bad about my high boots.
I'll wear them out.
Tell me frankly, Philip Ilyich.
Will you consider me as one of you
who's been wounded or not?
Will you give our land back
to my brother and me?
It's a bargain, pal.
You came with us
and shed your blood for us.
And through that
you won't be forgotten.
Make sure to keep your promise.
Or I'll send my brother in my stead.
Forgive me for having wounded you,
Lykov, and get better.
Once I return,
I'll give you my best goose.
All right,
but send me your sheep,
the breeding one,
to make my own wool.
You promised in front of everybody!
A wool-producing sheep!
I wish we had a couple
of dogs to make it soft,
or, even better, a sofa...
This is how I see it.
Man is like animal species,
he's tired of
a millennium-long life.
Both the old and
the young ones are tired.
You'd think man has more food
and sleep and rest now,
and the life is more sparing...
But still man has lost his tenacity,
he's become weak and vulnerable.
He doesn't have the zest to be
a worker or a warrior any more.
It's not true.
I, for one, like war.
I wish I could fight all my life.
But fight honestly and
get paid accordingly:
With lavish loot and glory.
And gold coins,
or land with my own serfs.
But I won't be taken
for a fool any more.
Why are you burning my feet?
Taking your revenge
on me for the ice-bath?
I didn't do it on purpose.
Come back!
You'll let in the cold air!
We need to air it out.
He made a hell
of a stench here.
And all this because
he undid his foot wrappings!
Can't you give your feet
a snow-bath, you oaf!
An interesting book?
- Wow, it's poetry!
- Really?
Read it out loud.
Give us a dramatic reading!
Yes, Panya, please do.
'Twas twilight...
On the empty road,
Under a thickish oak appeared
A horseman in a sheepskin coat.
But suddenly his mount reared,
The horsie faltered,
gave a neigh.
Beneath - a streaming river lay,
And over yonder
shone a light,
Its flame was shimmering and low.
And - Gee! -
he urged his mare to go
No matter what -
all through the night...
The rainstorm ravaged,
and the beams
Of thunderlight
like arrows flashed.
The wind was harsh,
its heavy streams
The trees
wet to the marrow lashed.
The wind was harsh,
its heavy streams
The trees
wet to the marrow lashed!
Our enterpriser seems
to be in a great hurry.
We've come just in time.
The rumors seem to have
quick feet in the steppe.
Going on a vacation, eh?
Tamara, take
the children into the house.
I must have
a word with the comrades.
Your woodshed, Makhotin:
Its roof needs patching.
I was going
to do it in the spring.
Do me a favor, Vasily Ivanovich,
a personal favor.
Let my woman and kids go.
She must see her mother.
Why don't you
bid us to come in?
You're welcome.
But please let my family go.
My mother-in-law is very ill
and my kids are so little.
Well, let's go into the house.
He's so bull-headed,
he says he knows nothing.
And that they'll kill his whole family
if he talks.
Give me some room,
I'll need the stove.
What a brute you are,
Poluyanov, a fascist, a bandit -
to treat him like this!
Hey, pal, take your time, relax.
Do you feel bad?
Did he torture you?
Here, have some. Come on.
Relax a bit.
Kolya, go and bring the kids.
Relax, stay where you are.
He won't touch you again.
Let me cover you like that -
or you'll scare your own kids.
Don't worry. In fact,
they're kind-hearted people.
They won't kill your husband.
They'll ask him some questions
and we'll go away.
Why did they take the kids?
They just want
to put him to reason,
so that he sees
the kids and repents.
- Have mercy on the kids.
- Are they your kids?
Yes, and they are our last ones.
My