You're better than a nurse.
I see you can't do
without a nurse.
Too bad there's no paper.
Paper?
Here, roll yourself
a cigarette.
But these are your poems!
You're out of your mind!
I will not take it!
Take it, damn you!
What a pain in the neck you are!
Thank you, Mashenka.
I shall never
forget it.
The Reds, have they
been here, in the aul?
Have they been
to other auls?
He doesn't know.
We found a shoulder strap in the hut.
Maybe it's his,
or maybe not.
The devil only knows.
So you say there have been
no Reds?
And what is this?
Where's the officer?
I'm asking you
for the last time!
Get ready!
Speak up, you dog!
You yourself a dog!
You've got no truth!
The truth is mine!
Take aim!
I took the shoulder strap!
It's my fault!
Take her!
I'm looking at you
and can't understand
why you've got
such eyes?
I was born like that.
When we took you prisoner,
I thought...
What?
About your eyes...
You've got
dangerous eyes.
Dangerous for whom?
For women.
They get right to your heart,
they stir you up.
Have they stirred you up too?
You devil!
Don't ask such questions!
You blue-eyed fool!
Hey, cadet!
We'll do fine! I found something.
I found a fisherman's hut!
It's a real palace!
Glass windows,
a stove!
- And where are you going?
- To meet you.
Silly, you'll catch a cold again.
The wind is so strong.
Tomorrow we're moving
to a new flat.
- Let me carry something too.
- Go on!
I can't go like that!
You'll get ill again!
Go on!
I'm absolutely well!
No way you're well!
I'm telling you, I'm well!
Silly!
All right, take it!
Look what I found!
Flour, rice!
We'll live like kings now!
Good for you, Masha!
I would have died without you.
Sure thing, with your delicate hands.
- What are we going to do now?
- What do you mean, what to do?
Wait for the fishermen.
They'll be here in a couple of weeks
for fishing, and they'll help us.
I hope they will.
Or what if Yevsyukov shows up?
That would be a real luck,
wouldn't it?
Yes... real luck.
My sweet Man Friday.
- There you go again.
- What?
Talking again about Friday.
There's such a story,
about a man finding himself
on an island.
And he had a friend
named Man Friday.
- Tell me about it.
- It's a long story.
We're in no hurry.
Tell me.
I almost forgot it.
Try to remember!
Tell me!
In the city of Liverpool,
once there lived a man.
His name was Robinson Crusoe.
And he had a passion
for traveling
and adventures.
So he decided to see how people
live in other parts of the world
and set out
for a long journey
on a tall
sailing ship
That's the story
of the adventures of Robinson
and his friend, Man Friday.
How interesting!
I could listen to it
forever...
You liked it?
How do you know all that?
I didn't become a lieutenant
the moment I was born.
Before the war,
I was a student.
Studying philology.
And I had a normal
human life:
Our house in Petersburg,
books...
Three walls of books.
Our lamp with a green
lampshade.
Why did you stop?
Go on, tell me.
I don't feel like it.
I feel tired after my illness.
Oh, my poor, weak boy!
Oh hell,
how nonsensical!
What do you mean?
Life is so nonsensical!
I've lived 27 years,
wandering around the world
in search of some ideal.
If someone had told me
that here, surrounded by the sea,
I would spend the most
content days of my life,
I would have never believed it.
- What days did you say?
- Content.
The days when...
...you merge into nature,
when you feel part of it
and rejoice
together with it.
You speak like a learned man,
and I will put it simply:
I am happy.
I wish I never had
to leave this island.
Just stay here
forever.
Basking in the sun.
No, I wouldn't
stay here.
I miss
real people.
- Aren't we real?
- Of course we are...
It's not the time
to loaf around.
Our men are shedding
their blood there.
You want to be
a soldier again?
Of course!
And I'm sick and tired
of all that nonsense!
So many