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!
Just keep those Germans
away from us.
To be frank, you can't
keep retreating like this.
You must stop
and fight!
I'm sorry
to talk to you like this,
but you have no reason
to be proud.
I guess we picked
the wrong approach to you.
You certainly did.
Ah, well.
That's the way it goes.
The case of
"I'm returning your portrait."
I'm losing my magic
touch with women.
A brand-new division.
You see those guys?
All spit and polish.
Yeah, real elegant.
They'd be fine in a parade.
Of course, one can
fight like this.
But had they got into a mess
like we've been in yesterday,
they wouldn't look so smart,
those dandies.
Nikolai!
Nikolai Streltsov!
Where the hell did you come from?
How'd you
get here, pal?
Here I am screaming
and you don't answer!
Petya!
I'm...
...so glad...
to see ya...
How aaare...
you?
Let's sit down.
Petya...
It's hard...
...to talk to me.
After that bomb fell...
now I don't hear.
You're deaf, aren't you, Kolia?
So...
Why'd you run away
from the hospital?
Oh, I didn't run away.
Just left.
Holy hell, man, what for?
You should be...
Oh, Kolia, Kolia!
You stupid jerk,
you need treatment.
What the hell for?
You need treatment!
What do you mean, what for?
See, my ears...
don't bleed anymore.
So why...
should I stay in bed?
The regiment got
in a very difficult situation.
You need every man.
And then, I just...
...couldn't
stay there.
You see?
I couldn't stay away.
So... I came down here.
To fight beside my comrades.
Even a man that can't hear can fight.
Isn't that true, Petya?
That's true!
Oh, holy shit!
My dear deaf man...
It's so good...
to be here...
with you.
There they go to Stalingrad.
Unfurl the colors!
Soldiers!
I salute you!
Our motherland will never forget
your great efforts
and your suffering!
Thank you!
Thank you!
The victory will be ours!
We'll take the banner
of the great liberator-army
to