don't mind because
we just can't be worse off.
Only I still think you're not going to
die of natural causes, miner.
Everything will be all right!
Do they really need
this much compost?
Hello, Natalya Stepanovna!
Comrade Sergeant, you've picked
yourself a good observation point.
Pipe down, you jerk!
He's out there trying to help us all,
and you kid around.
Pyotr Fedotovich,
fetch me the buckets.
I'm returning your portrait...
Natalya Stepanovna,
shall I go feed the lambs?
I might as well...
Still starving, spongers?
What's he so happy about?
He's a real hero.
He's little,
but that doesn't count...
It's always the little bugs
that bite the worst.
He goes in to win battles,
like the fighters of ancient times.
Did you ever study
ancient history?
I don't know
history at all.
Too bad,
you missed a lot.
For example, there used to be
a great warrior,
Alexander...
Alexander...
Oh, what's his name...
- Alexander...
- Suvorov?
No, no, it wasn't Suvorov!
Alexander Macedonskov.
That was a strange name,
bloody strange!
He followed a rule that guided
his actions against the enemy:
I came... I saw... I plundered.
He plundered them so much
that the enemy couldn't
get over it
for a hundred years.
What nationality
was he?
- Nationality?
- Yes.
Alexander, you mean?
Yeah...
He was a citizen
of his own country.
What country?
His own country,
and that's that!
Camouflage and silence -
those are the two main things.
If you're too hungry to sleep,
pretend to anyway.
What good is camouflage
when even those out in the street
can hear my stomach rumbling.
Those damn hoarders!
They won't feed
their own soldiers!
They're all counterrevolutionaries
in this collective farm.
Lopakhin, are you sleeping?
No.
- Don't doze off.
- No, I'm wide awake.
You'd be in better condition if
you had a couple of shots of vodka.
But there's not a chance to get it
from those cheap bastards.
I can handle
the job without it.
So you're going?
Why waste time?
Good luck, Lopakhin.
Alexander Macedonskov,
our regimental flea!
I'm going to see the chairman
of the collective farm.
We're not leaving here
without breakfast.
You guys keep quiet.
I'll be back soon.
No, he's not a flea.
He's Alexander of Macedonia!
The great conqueror.
The man no woman can resist.
If we depend on a conqueror like that,
we'll starve to death!
Good morning to you,
Natalya Stepanovna!
Good morning.
I apologize for what I did,
Pyotr Fedotovich.
I shouldn't have hit you.
Your eye's swollen.
And your friends must have
heard it all last night?
I don't care.
Shiners make a man's face
look more distinguished.
Though you should've been more
careful with your fists.
But it can't
be helped now.
Getting slugged,
that's a lover's fate.
That's the problem
that you all want
to be lovers.
You think that
if a woman's husband is in the army,
she's a cheap whore?
No, no,
I didn't mean it that way.
So it took a punch in the eye
to teach you better.
Sasha...
He's my number two man.
- This one?
- That's right.
I don't mean to be nosy,
but I'd very much like to know,
what kind of guy is your husband,
how tall is he?
About your size,
I'd say,
only a little
stouter than you.
He must've suffered with your hot
temper.
No!
We always
got along just fine.
He's a quiet,
hardworking man.
He's in the hospital now,
he was shot.
Who knows, maybe he'll come
home on furlough?
He will.
He sure will!
What is the occasion
for all this food laid out
that's enough for our whole gang?
I don't understand.
It's simple enough.
Last night your commander,
that redhead old man,
came to see our chairman
and told him the whole story,
how fiercely you resisted.
So I see,
around dawn
our chairman come
running to my house.
"We've been completely wrong,
Natalya.
A big mistake!
These boys aren't cowards,
they're heroes!"
- We're not heroes.
- We're willing to help...
With anything at all!