Belobrov.
I said this is
Lieutenant Belobrov speaking.
They are not coming back, mommy!
Oh, mommy!..
- Nastya.
- They didn't return.
You already told them, didn't you?
Dear Mother,
I want to inform you that your son,
Fyodor Cherepets, have got a medal.
Now, I've got even more
important news.
Her name is Maroussia,
she works in the canteen.
We've decided we'd like
to have three children.
- I burned the meat at lunch.
- Yes, it's such a beautiful day!
Let's go for a walk. Who knows
it may be freezing tomorrow.
My girl can reach her ear
with her feet.
I'd be surprised if your Maroussia
could use her body like that.
All right, let's go
grub some fish.
Fyodor, women like men
who are rough and aggressive.
And you, like Diehard,
only run after them and sniff.
- Come on, stop it.
- Fyodor!
Come on, sailors, move it!
It's almost low tide.
We're coming!
It's absolutely clear that
Maroussia's unloading the margarine.
I'll go help her.
Maroussia!
- Hey, watch where you're going!
- Stop screaming!
We've got equipment to unload
stuff. What's the winch for?
What winch? This is sabotage!
What's your name?
I'll buy her a warm coat,
with a fur collar.
What's happened here?
What is it you're mumbling?
May I ask what is so funny?
What's your name, Sergeant?
Please, Lieutenant,
he didn't do it on purpose.
Igor is coming very soon.
What a life, huh?
Just a second. Are you flying
because of my report?
- Yes. You're Semetchkin?
- Semouzhkin.
I fired at that Messerschmitt
from as close as thirty meters.
I've never seen anything like it,
the shells just came off.
- You expect us to believe that?
- I swear!
I used the hyperbola.
I gave it to him from 30 meters.
- And you couldn't bring him down?
- I couldn't. He was untouchable.
You're not just a poor shot.
You're a poor shot with imagination.
I'm glad there aren't many
like you.
What d'you know, he used
the hyperbola.
And now the respected people
have to investigate on his report.
- To fly they don't know where.
- To look they don't know for.
- We know what for.
- To report on what never happened.
Don't worry, Semouzhkin,
we'll keep your secret.
The plane is ready for takeoff,
Lieutenant.
- Well, flying together again?
- Sure thing.
Wait, little sister!
- How are you, sister?
- I'm fine, Colonel.
- I'm a lieutenant, not a colonel.
- And I'm a nurse, not a sister.
Look, it's the political officer.
- Ready for takeoff?
- Yes, we are.
If you find that plane,
try to land.
Semouzhkin claims
he could not have missed it.
He talked our ears off about it.
The Germans are experimenting with
new night sights on these planes.
- That's why we're going.
- All right.
I read your report, Belobrov.
It's a pretty nasty story.
An ugly story.
What would you have done,
if you had been in my place?
I understand you as a man,
but I can't approve.
- May I leave now?
Good luck!
It's departure time.
It's bad luck to whistle
in an airplane.
- How about singing?
- If it's a love song, it's okay.
I heard they found a huge whale
on the shore in Guildin.
How come they jump up
on the shore?
It 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 once more.
Come on, Lieutenant,
is this your idea offun?
No, it's not... but imagine
the poor whale.
Look, the Messerschmitt is
down there.
Yes, that's him, 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 we were 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: