may pull any kind of antics.
Death is no joke,
everyone is equally
afraid ofthe damn thing.
It doesn't matter if you're
a party member or not,
or just an ordinary man.
Just you wait...
That son of a bitch is drunk!
I'll ground you now.
You will have your
last drink on the ground.
Come on!
Hurray!
Exhausted by their unsuccessful
attempts to take the ford,
the Germans broke off their attack and
took up positions on the heights.
That evening,
the Russian rear guard
received orders to pull back
across the Don River.
Our life is worth
just a heap of hardware!
It was Kochetygov who did it.
And now he's dead.
I pity his mother.
How's the poor woman
gonna make it?
When I see boys like him,
only eighteen or
nineteen years old,
get killed before my eyes,
it makes me want to howl.
It doesn't matter
if I'm killed,
I've lived long enough,
I've tried life from every angle,
but kids like him...
Stop it!
Stop whimpering!
So the boy's been killed.
But so have a lot of
people.
You can't bemoan everyone.
Come on, let's get going.
All the boys are gone already,
and we're way behind them.
I wish I had a smoke.
You can do without. Just be patient.
Be patient! Be patient!
If there's one thing the Russian
soldier has it's patience.
I've got enough patience,
but I'm not made of iron.
I've lived
through so much today
that my patience has more
holes in it than my boots.
What about lvan Zvyagintsev?
ls he dead too?
How the hell should I know?
- You saw him fall, didn't you?
- Yeah, I saw him.
But I don't know if he was
killed or just wounded.
Maybe it wasn't him?
Maybe it wasn't him who fell?
You could have made
a mistake in the confusion.
No, it was him alright,
Zvyagintsev.
I saw him clear enough.
A mine went off right behind him,
and I saw him fall.
But whether he's dead or not,
who knows?
Nurse... dear.
Where'd you come from?
Give me a little more...
...a little of your vodka,
nurse.
You've had enough.
You can't have any more,
dear.
You've come to, that's good.
They're firing like hell!
I hope we can make it
to the medics.
Listen,
where am I hit?
All over your body,
from head to toes.
My legs...
Do I have my legs?
Or are they gone?
They're both still there, dear.
Only they're riddled
with shrapnel.
Now don't worry
and don't talk anymore.
We'll get to the aid station,
they'll put bandages,
they'll take care ofyou and
send you for treatment at the rear.
And everything
will be in order.
War likes order.
So I'm full of holes?
That's nice to know...
What kind of...
order is it?
Hang on, dear!
Hang on, dear,
please!
We'll go on now,
it's not far!
Do you hear me?
You know what, girl.
Leave me here,
don't torture yourself.
I'll do it myself...
I'll do it...
Just let me rest a bit
and I'll try to do it.
My arms are all right,
I'll make it somehow.
Stop talking so stupid!
All you men want to be heroes,
but in fact you're downright foolish.
What can you do?
Nothing!
I'm just
a bit tired.
I only need a rest,
and I'll get you out of here.
You're not the heaviest one
I've pulled by myself!
And some were hurt
even more seriously!
I only look little and fragile,
but I can handle you easily!
Where the hell you going, infantry?
That's all mined there!
Why isn't it marked then?
What do you mean not marked?
We've got pickets out
and landmarks all over the place.
Keep to the right!
And who's that?
ls he wounded?
Our lieutenant.
Poor bastard!
This path will bounce him around
like a ping-pong ball.
Did you hear him, Lopakhin?
That's the way they work.
Fill the whole place with mines
and put tiny landmarks around them.
What is it, an experimental field?
We might as well slam
into a telephone pole
before we know it's there.
If we get across that damn river,
then we may be safe.
It's just great:
we got away from the Krauts,
and now we're in danger of
stepping on our own mines.
And that kind ofthing
happens a