had too much margarine to eat,
and it felt real awful.
So awful that the whale made up
his mind to end it all.
And as soon as he washed up
onto the shore, he was all in tears.
All he wanted was to see some
Maroussia; because she was
the reason of his death.
Come on, Comrade
Guards Senior Lieutenant,
is this your idea of fun?
No, it's not... but imagine
the poor whale.
Look, the German is
down there, on the right!
Where?
Yes, that's him, Comrade Commander!
I'm going to make a circle
and try landing.
This is the one
from Semouzhkin's report.
You can see the bullet holes:
they're all over.
I wonder how it was able
to stay in the air.
Just as they told,
the night sight is here.
- Does this ace bother you?
- No, let him sit.
Catch!
- How old do you think he is?
- Our age, I guess.
Take cover! The fascists!
Run, Sasha!
- Did you do it?
- I pulled it off!
I shouted to you: "Fascists!"
And you ran like rabbits!
Everything's all right now.
Comrade Commander,
why are you flying that way?
I'm flying the right way.
The right one...
- Are you looking for Plotnikov?
- Right.
Look where the part of the fuselage
was thrown off, and the wing, too.
It must have been quite an explosion!
Yes, it is pity we can not land here.
Well, heading home?
In the sky the sun is bright,
River ducks are quacking.
My sweetheart holds me tight,
All he knows is necking.
- Artyukhov!
- Artyukhov's listening.
Where can I get a fly now?
Seek and ye shall find.
Spring's almost here.
And what shall I do then?
You dry up a green fly, make it
into powder and put it in her food.
- Whose food?
- Your love interest's
- Why?
- It excites them.
- Who?
- Who do you think, huh?
- Then what do I do?
- Then comes the best part.
I put on some soft music and leave.
Like I have to go to the post office.
And you two are left alone.
No, she wouldn't do it.
She is not like that.
You must work on it.
Once you've gotten the first
kiss, you're in.
Then the sex chemistry gets working.
You should kiss her for as long
as you can hold your breath.
No, she is not like that.
If you look at air force statistics,
you'll see that there are those
who fly and those who just
hang around the airfields.
Still we're all called pilots.
That's what kills me.
You look like a watermelon
with this haircut of yours.
Our guys talked to people
from the British Royal Air Force.
You know how they handle it?
With them, if you're a master
sergeant flying as a gunner,
and the other one is a major
who never flies,
then you can have a bathtub,
and he, the major...
The English don't have master
sergeants, only regular sergeants.
And they're all redheads.
Like they all had the same father.
A very apt observation.
And they're liars like all pilots.
To hear them, they're all heroes,
but actually they're ordinary guys.
Well, if you want it straight,
you've got enough suckers
in your kitchen, too.
- What's wrong with him?
- Nothing...
- What is he doing?
- His evening workout.
- What is that there?
- Where?
Just a joke.
I have to go.
Shall we say goodbye?
I guess you must report back, too.
Well, good night.
Maroussia, let's stop pretending.
What do we need that for?
Stop it!
What's wrong with you, lousy hero?
I've had enough of it.
You all always behave like animals!
You're on your leave,
but what do I have to do with it?
- As if that's all that counts...
- Maroussia, I'm sorry.
I wanted to do it in the best way...
Look who's here! Small world!
Happy holiday!
Happy holiday,
Comrade Senior lieutenant!
- You may not smoke here.
- Sorry.
I was supposed to fly
with Fomenko on that day.
- Good evening.
- Happy holiday!
Yes, I know.
He changed everything around
at the very last minute.
I'm going home. You coming?
Comrade Captain,
Comrade Senior lieutenant!
I'm Semouzhkin, do you remember?
- How is the ace tonight?
- Come to our table, will you?
We've got to get up early tomorrow.