enemy after you
across the whole country.
Do not shame
your old mother!
Sorry, grandma.
l'm sorry.
She's made her point.
Hey, soldier!
Wait.
Be sure you bring back
the bucket.
Well, we're not too proud,
we might as well take it.
Thank you, grandma.
Thank you.
There was that little old lady up
there. Man, could she talk!
Her sons are in the army.
When she saw a soldier, she couldn't
do enough for me, offered me cream.
- And you turned it down?
- What d'ya take me for, a bum?
Eat the old lady's
last food?
- Depends on what she looked like.
- Better tell us about your old lady!
- Leave my old lady out of it.
- You should've taken it, Lopakhin.
You can take the bucket back.
Then you ask her for the cream.
Oh, that aroma is great!
l'm so famished
l feel like diving in.
What this calls for is beer...
Nice and cold!
They should put tarps on those wagons,
they're gonna roast in this heat.
Just like being in a restaurant!
ln Rostov, at the hotel lntourist.
The smell of crayfish
boiling in herbs.
They're good enough even without
beer.
Look, they're cooked fine now.
Why the hell is that convoy
rolling in the daytime?
lt's open country. They're dead ducks
if planes catch them out here.
Something must have happened
if they're retreating.
And the sappers stopped
hammering and digging.
So much for our gourmet feast.
Bloody hell!
Comrades!
We've received an order:
We are to dig in
on the ridge up above the farm,
near the crossroads.
Our mission is to hold
until the reinforcements arrive.
You all got that?
Our battalions have been
badly mauled lately.
But they didn't get our regiment's
banner.
We shall keep the regiment's honor
too!
We must hold at all costs.
Going into combat with the banner is
one thing, but retreating with it...
Think we'll be able to hold 'em?
We must.
That's not the ground,
that's murder.
ls it worth all the trouble, Kolia?
Bet your ass.
You'd need dynamite, not a shovel,
to make a hole in this.
l calculate that
since l got to this front
l've dug at least as much earth
as a bulldozer could in a season.
Can anyone calculate the salary
we'd get paid as civilians?
Stop wasting your energy talking!
Zvyagintsev!
Get to work!
Son of a bitch!
Now we can expect guests.
Kochetygov! Dig deeper!
Make it like Maiboroda's!
Camouflage it with some brush.
Aim at the side, Makar!
Here we go now!
Damn thing's jammed.
Come on!
Kochetygov!
Wait till they're closer!
We stopped the bastards!
They thought they'd take us straight
off, but we stopped them.
Let them come back
and we'll smash 'em again.
Split 'em!
Hurray!
Charge!
Forward!
Hurray!
Kolia!
Boys!
Go get 'em, boys! Forward!
Show those bastards!
For the Motherland!
Forward!
A precious thing.
Well, combine operator?
Forget it, you won't have enough
figures to estimate the damages.
Such good wheat all wasted.
Damn those
Kraut bastards!
Kolia Streltsov, before they
evacuated him to the hospital,
told me
to be your nursemaid.
He said, ''Keep an eye on Zvyagintsev,
or he'll get killed
by his stupidity.''
So l'll be taking care ofyou.
How about a cracker?
l'll take one.
Here, take two.
God, what a waste!
Stop torturing yourself.
Stop mumbling all the time,
talk to me.
You hear me? No mumbling to
yourselffrom now on!
l forbid you to do those foolish
things.
- You're not my chiefto give orders.
- You're wrong, pal.
l've been designated your chief.
And for the time being
you must not contradict me,
but on the contrary,
try to please me in every way.
How come
you're now my chief?
Because l've got a brain, which is
more than l can say for you.
Our regiment has been smashed
to just shreds.
lf we keep on fighting
with so much enthusiasm,
the regiment will be reduced to
exactly three: us and cook Lisichenko.
And since there're only three of us,
l'd end up
as commander.
l'll designate you my chief of staff,
so you'd better be good to me.