underdeveloped aesthetically...
Zoya, who are these boys? I think
they're not from our neighborhood.
- They're not even from our street.
- That's right.
Quiet, comrades!
Please, be quiet.
Our lecturer, Grasshopper,
asks for two more minutes.
If he goes beyond the time-limit, we'll
turn him out of the tent. Go on.
I'll speak about love.
Seriously, I'm not kidding.
You see... people...
Humankind should
come to understand
that hatred is destructive.
Only love is creative.
Only love.
Yes, love...
Seryoga and I have gone all the way
from Brest to Stalingrad, with love.
And from Stalingrad to the Dnieper
here, also with love.
Even a hundred years later, I'll be
able to fly this route without a map.
Because all along there are graves
of the boys from our singing squadron.
And not just a squadron, a whole
division have fallen there.
And how many more...
Some day in Berlin,
on the tallest
surviving wall,
I shall write lovingly:
"Satisfied with
the Reichstag ruins. "
And then I can go home, even if
I'll have to spray the gardens.
Commander, while leaving
your autographs in Berlin,
i'm kindly asking you:
please, pay attention to our
signatures, those of the first squadron.
What difference does it make,
friend, yours or ours.
Actually, the first to sign there
will be infantry private Vanya.
And it's only right.
That's how it is.
Commander.
Everything passes, only music remains.
We'll live on.
Start'er up!
Listen, shall we ever hear
the best soloist
of the First Ukrainian?
The future soloist of the Bolshoi
Theatre?
No problem!
Seryoga, jump!
Jump, Seryoga!
We'll live on, guys!
The regiment is to be lined up in
15 minutes! Forward march!
Vano, they're just kids,
but you're an old man. How come?
- Sorry.
- What's the score, anyway?
- The second squadron was winning.
- Good.
May I address you
on a personal matter?
Okay, Romeo, but shortly.
What is it?
- I want to get married. Asking for permission?
- Yes.
Yes...
A great idea.
And just the right time.
I know what you're going to say.
It's war, they may shoot you down.
- And they may.
- But they may shoot her down, too.
- They may.
- Therefore, asking for permission.
But remember, Romeo...
It should be
for life,
a short or a long one, but...
Will you ever get yourself a map case,
or shall I give you one?
- In battle, a boot is more reliable.
- That's in battle...
Don't forget to invite me to your
wedding.
- What?
- "Thanks" in Uzbek.
- (speaks in Ukrainian)
- Pardon?
"You're welcome" in Ukrainian.
Wait!
Stand there.
You softy.
We've waited for this moment for
a long time.
We've waited for a thousand days
and nights.
Comrades-in-arms! Pilots of the Guard!
Our ground forces are coming out
onto the borders of the Union of
Soviet Socialist Republics!
Our regiment has got
a mission to carry out...
Your boy is a real eagle. As if he's
commanded a regiment all his life.
From now on, the whole
regiment will be singing.
And if he gets a division,
where shall we get so many balalaikas?
No talking while in line!
The enemy won't
give up the sky to us.
Our goal is to throw them
out of there!
There'll be a horrible fight.
Only "old men" go
to battle today.
Onto your horses, boys!
- What about us?
- No talking.
Don't be in a hurry, boys.
You'll get your share of fighting.
Those kids... You know
what's the most difficult in our work?
Rummaging in the engine at -30°.
The most difficult part
is waiting.
That's some way to land.
Some "old men", my ass.
- Romeo, hold on the machine.
- I can't see anything.
Hold on the machine!
All right, we're landing.
Reduce speed. Reduce speed.
I can't see anything, Commander.
Stay cool, Romeo. we'll land.
Pull the handle.
Get ready, we're landing. Switch off
the ignition. Good work, boy!
Break the door!
Doctor!
Step back, everybody!
What?
I've landed, Commander.
Makarych.
Please, do it yourself.
You go and tell Masha.
Yeah...