read to my heart's content.
Books help me
get prepared for work.
- Do you like reading?
- Yes, I do.
Me, too.
I love to read.
A good book
makes man cleverer,
sharper, even more complex,
I would say.
Oh, what a beautiful place!
It smells so good of rot.
For some reason, all those
condemned to death,
with whom I shared a cell
before their execution,
just loved to confess
their love for nature to me.
And, you know, they put it
in such beautiful words.
Amazing words, I would say.
You know...
Screenplay by
Yulian SEMYONOV
Directed by
Tatiana LIOZNOVA
Director of Photography
Pyotr KATAYEV
Production Designer
Boris DULENKOV
Music by
Mikael TARIVERIYEV
Lyrics by
Robert ROZHDESTVENSKY
English Subtitles by
T. Kameneva
End of Part TwoCentral Studio of Children and Youth
Films
named after M. Gorky
by commission of State Committee
of the USSR Council of Ministers
on Television and Radio Broadcasting
SEVENTEEN
MOMENTS OF SPRING
Part 3
Starring
Stirlitz - Vyacheslav TIKHONOV
Kathe - Yekaterina GRADOVA
Erwin - Nikolai VOLKOV
Gabi Nabel -
Svetlana SVETLICHNAYA
Isayev's wife - Eleonora SHASHKOVA
Yemelyanov - Yevgeny LAZAREV
Hitler - Fritz DIEZ(GDR)
Gцring - Wilhelm Burmeyer (GDR)
Himmler - Nikolai PROKOPOVICH
Kaltenbrunner -
Mikhail Zharkovsky
Mueller - Leonid BRONEVOY
Eismann - Leonid KURAVLYOV
Holtoff- Konstantin ZHELDIN
Pleischner - Yevgeny YEVSTIGNEYEV
Scholz - Lavrenti MASOKHA
Narrated by
Yefim KOPELYAN
Gцring was returning from the front.
He spent all the day
in the area
where the Russian tanks had broken
through.
What he saw there,
stunned him.
And he decided to go to Hitler
and report to him.
There is no organization in the front.
Absolutely no organization,
my Fuhrer, total mess.
No military discipline at all.
I've even seen there drunk officers!
The Bolsheviks' offensive
is demoralizing the army,
instills terror into them,
animal terror.
And...
It seems to me...
Gцring, I forbid you...
I forbid you to go to the front!
I forbid you to panic!
It's not panic.
It's true, my Fuhrer, and my duty is
to tell you the truth.
Shut up!
You'd better mind your
Luftwaffe, Gцring,
and don't poke your nose into the things,
which demand a clear head.
It's not for you!
It's clear for me.
Don't go to the front again!
I forbid you once and forever!
For the first time in his life
Gцring objected to the Fuhrer.
He was crushed and humiliated.
He felt those "nobodies"
smiling behind his back:
The Fuhrer's aides-de-camp Shmund
and Burggorf.
In Karinhall the Luftwaffe staff officers
were waiting for him.
When leaving the bunker,
he ordered to summon his people.
Good morning.
The Reichsfuhrer has come.
He wants to talk privately.
See him to the sitting-room.
Please.
The Fuhrer cannot be the leader
of the nation any more.
What's now then?
The SS troops are in the bunker.
Actually, this is not the point.
The Fuhrer's will-power is paralyzed.
He cannot take decisions.
We must address the people.
Gцring wanted to say: "Yes,
Heinrich, I agree with you."
But this black folder was in the way.
He knew that a Dictaphone could be
mounted into it, and 2 hours later
their conversation would be
passed to the Fuhrer.
You're the successor,
which means you're the President.
Thus, I'm the Reich Chancellor.
"He can say
anything he likes," thought Gцring.
"The father of provocateurs cannot be
an honest man.
If he were
an honest man,
I'd agree
to all his proposals."
It's impossible.
Only one person can be both
President and Chancellor.
Who's that?
Where?
Over there.
Where?
Behind the column in a blue coat.
It was the funeral of Professor
of Medicine, Karl Pleischner,
who had been Stirlitz'
comrade-in-arms
in the anti-fascist struggle.
Stirlitz felt like approaching the coffin
and kissing the deceased,
but he couldn't do that...
Looking at Werner who was standing
near the coffin,
Stirlitz only now realized
how the two brothers