How are you?
- How are you, Maestro?
- All right, I'm falling.
Guys, I'm one of you, a Soviet.
You say Soviet? There you go!
Check out my uniform.
He's even donned our uniform!
- Oh, holy shit!
- He even swears in our tongue!
Go to hell, the queen of fields!
He seems to be ours.
And let my regiment know
that I'm alive and well.
Very warm hospitality.
- I'll get there.
- We'll provide you with transportation.
We'll fix you up,
and you'll be great.
This is the pure stuff.
We keep it for our guests.
Fomin, drop your accordion.
Water for our guest.
Yes!
Let's have one for the road and to
friendship between our corps.
- Some friendship.
- Don't be pissed off.
One Messer has been bombing
our first-aid post for a week.
Chose the red cross
as his target, bastard.
The boys took you for him
and got a bit overexcited.
You're lucky you're alive.
Well, aviation...
To our victory.
We'll live on, infantry.
You're a hell of a drinker!
A fighter drinker!
All right!
TO KIEV!
Halt! Who's coming?
Not coming, but riding. Dnieper.
Volga. Go on.
Greetings, Comrade Commander.
Hi!
Makarych, accept the machine.
I swapped it without bargaining.
Sorry, they didn't offer me a tank.
Who?
Darkie.
How did it happen?
They worked on flying in pairs.
Suddenly 4 Fokkers out of the blue.
I've never seen them like that.
All painted up with diamond aces.
Pop on the wireless: "Go away. "
But where to? They were in the clutches.
Suddenly there comes Darkie:
Cover me. I'll attack. Well...
He was just a kid. Got carried away.
He should have gone on a turn,
but he persisted, and...
A daring devil.
What a guy!
When we got up, no more Fokkers.
And he was burning down in the weeds.
Those are his things.
Yesenin's poems.
His tunic... over there.
And Aunt Dusya.
His mother.
How are they going to tell Aunt Dusya
that he's... gone.
Missing in action is better.
Already our instalment.
You know, Vitya and I
lived in the same house.
When they were seeing us off at the
station, all the boys played the fool.
And Vitya turned around...
and said:
"Look how old our
mothers turned in a moment.
Just in a moment... "
Stop crying.
How do you say "sky"
in your language?
And "earth"?
And "cherry tree"?
Only it's not cherry, but an apple tree.
Makes no difference.
It smells of home.
A poplar is my home country's tree.
Only ours are tall,
Lombardy poplars.
And how do you say "home"?
Such a long word?
In Uzbek, it means
"I love you, Masha. "
Girls, Romeo and Masha are coming.
Masha.
- I got to go.
- Romeo!
Yes.
I'll be in trouble if...
- Sure.
- Romeo!
Only you go first.
I can't look back.
All right.
- Don't look back either.
- Right.
- Well, I'm going.
- Goodbye.
Goodbye.
- Good luck.
- Goodbye.
We never look back!
Novokov.
- Congratulations!
- I won't let down.
Kozhanov.
Kozhanov!
No more flying for Kozhanov.
Titarenko.
Congratulations!
Want to say something?
No, I'm not good at talking.
I'll say my word in battle.
Good point.
Our party is
8 men stronger now.
- 6 men.
- 8 men, Komsomol leader.
Eight.
Congratulations, communists.
And you, Titarenko, will get
a mission from the Party right away.
Sit down, comrades.
Sit down.
You've already met
those Goring's diamond aces.
They can burn very well.
Come on, you shouldn't
underestimate the enemy.
The German man is a serious man.
But they do burn very well, and you
should explain it to the young boys.
All this hype with
painted aces, dragons
and other voodoo stuff
is aimed at them.
This is a psychological attack.
You scare the enemy before battle,
you get an advantage.
They won't scare him!
- Your regiment has too many rookies.
- That's true.
So your task of the first
order, Captain,
is to explain all that to them
intelligently, setting your own example.
I understand, Major.
I have my own account
to settle with the diamonds.
Just write like this? "This'll be
the day for you and us, so