had to carry out the order.
- I know.
- Go and have supper.
It'll be windy tomorrow.
Looks like it.
Forty-seven minutes.
I need a pipe changed
in the engine.
And the stock-keeper won't give it.
Please, order him to.
You'll never stop. You'll leave the
whole regiment without spare parts.
All right, tell him I allowed.
They brought "George from Dinki-Jazz. "
A comedy, they say.
Yeah...
Come on, enough of that.
- Free here?
- Occupied.
- May I?
- I said it's occupied.
Let's go over there.
The Messers!
Makarych, accept the machine.
Here, I swapped it without bargaining.
You can hold it by it's tale,
the dragon doesn't bite anymore.
And I...
got connecting pipes
for our Niner.
The Niner is kaput.
- Everybody got back?
- Right!
- Why are you so gloomy then?
- Mourning the Niner.
Comrade Commander, I was shot
down while on a fighting mission.
Couldn't make it over the front line.
The infantry helped me out,
attacking just in time.
Guys at the airfield
gave me a new Messer.
Hi, pop.
Hi, you lucky devil!
The parachute's kaput, too.
That's it. The second to rehearsal.
Come on.
Everyone, who can tell the 'do' note
from the 'fa' note, follow me!
That amateur talent business again!
The pilots ought to rest.
Who said songs at war
should be dropped as such?
After a fight one yearns
for music twice as much.
Start'er up!
Today we have a respite,
Tomorrow we'll fly again...
Those evening bells,
Those evening bells!
So many thoughts
Their sound spells.
Of days of youth
In my home nest,
Where I was in love,
Where my parents rest...
You see, our Chairman was like that...
Attention! At ease!
It's kindergarten, not reinforcement.
Follow me!
Curly maple,
leaves so intricately cut,
By love smitten, I'm standing...
You'll get a punch.
- What are we doing?
- Washing, Comrade Commander.
You want a punch? Oh!
- Sorry, Comrade Captain.
- Guards Captain.
Yes, sir,
Guards Comrade Captain.
Greetings,
Comrade Commander!
- Training?
- Yes.
It develops the vestibular apparatus.
Go on, work out.
Attention!
At ease, Cossacks.
What's new on the musical front?
- "On a Sunny Glade".
- We heard it.
- "Blue Kerchief".
- I see.
- "Dugout".
- Good song.
May I join the line?
You may.
What tune were you singing?
Darkie.
Sing it. You know the words?
Don't chicken, Darkie.
You're a fighter pilot.
Well, it goes like this.
In the summer, in the morning,
At a garden I dropped once.
There was a girl, a Moldavian darkie,
She was gathering some grapes.
I'm blushing, I'm paling,
I'm about to tell her that...
Comrade Commander, please enlist me
into your second squadron.
- Me too.
- Me too.
And us, too.
- What school?
- Orenburg. Accelerated training.
I see. Takeoff-landing.
What do you play?
- Meaning?
- Musically.
Nothing.
You don't have to be a pilot,
we'll teach you flying anyway,
But a musician you have to be.
- I think he's weird.
- What?
School?
Dutar... I mean, Orenburg.
A dutar, I brought it with me.
A harp.
But I've hated music since I was a kid.
We're at war, anyway.
Wars come and go,
and music remains.
My dad said so too. He's a prominent
professor, a paleobotanist.
So you're a child prodigy?
I'm here not to enroll at
a philharmony, but to fight.
- Junior Lieutenant Antonov.
- Here!
- First squadron.
- Yes!
- Junior Lieutenant Zairov.
- Here!
- Second squadron.
- Yes!
- Junior Lieutenant Sabdullayev.
- Here!
Second squadron.
Yes!
- Junior Lieutenant Shchedronov.
- Here!
Second squadron.
Yes!
Tomorrow, at most the day after
tomorrow, the war will be over.
As soon as they know
about our reinforcement,
the Luftwaffe will run for their lives.
- Eagles.
- Wolves.
Cadet... Lieutenant Alexandrov.
Why are you standing there?
Second squadron.
Yes!
Right dress! Attention!
- As you were.
- As you were.
Here're your horses, here're your
mechanic nannies. Get acquainted.
Eagles!
- Who's Alexandrov here?
- I'm