Will only cause bother.
- That's what I sey.
- Sey, sey.
- They've gathered up
a bunch of stiffs here.
- Can't find anyone to
talk about life with.
- Not to mention death.
- Get up! Get up! We're here.
- Oh, look at all the people.
- Surely they can't all be wounded.
- Doctor! Take him in.
- At the start they were all
in one piece.
- And then they circled us,
surrounded us. Everyone fell.
- And only me.
I alone am to blame for everything.
- What sort of commander am I?!
- Go on, go on, in the carriage.
- Faster, faster.
- Stop! Stop, where...
- Stop, I'm telling you.
- Do you know how to take
a fucking order?
- An order!
- Commissar!
- Listen, old man, go back to
where you came from.
- I'll rip your arm off
- You just try.
- I'll kill you now, grandpa...
- ...and Frunze will thank me for it.
- This carriage is for political means.
- Understand?
- Well, if it's like that, then
it's another thing altogether.
- If it's Frunze.
- Why didn't you tell me right away!
- Let's go, let's go.
- I'm holding it.
- Where are you going...
outsiders aren't allowed.
- What outsider, I'm his mother.
- So what, you're not allowed.
- Can't you see how many
people there are?
- As long as we've been travelling,
I've never seen anything like this.
- How are you supposed to
transport them all?
- To not let a mother onboard...
- Not allowed. Orders.
- Yeah, yeah, you're always like that.
A mother's worth less than an order.
- Stop it, you counter-revolutionary.
- I'll kill you!
- Maybe it'll do?
- What's the rush?
- A leg isn't governmental,
and you have to walk on it.
- Did he die?
- Passed away.
- What a life. Once there was a kid...
now there isn't.
- Hold that,
I don't want to fix your leg.
- Who didn't let the mother on
yesterday? Who?
- The boy died without his mother.
- I didn't let her on
and I'd do it again.
- It's forbidden.
- A general! Who forbade it?
- By the working class! - So that's it!
Hear that, the working class!
- Need to be human. Human!
- Human? Where do you get off, you
vermin, going against the working class.
- Comrades, why this is an S.R!
- Who's an S.R? Me?
- Why I've laboured my whole life.
Me, an S.R? I'm a Bolshevik.
- I'd sign up to the party right now!
- Worm, you know what the party means?
- Brothers, he's looking to fight.
You should stop acting the commissar.
- Stop the meeting, this is a field
hospital. Impossible to sleep.
- Used to brawling. Who are you talking
to? You're talking to the people!
- See that? Him, the people!
- The people! I'll smash you, you worm.
- Isn't that so, tell him, tell him.
- And you're an S.R.
Get in line, who here's an S.R?
- Eh, Bolshevik, S.R. They all stink,
all of them love power.
- He's not just an S.R, he's also a
Cadet. He's from S.R. headquarters!
- Get him against the wall!
Against the wall! Against the wall!
- What's with you brothers, can't
even tell a Bolshevik from an S.R.
- Which of them is shedding blood?
- Which of them cares
about his fellow man?
- Who?
Without love
life's impossible
But with love life
is just miserable.
But with love life
is intolerable.
Why is this just
so inevitable.
- Wake up! Enough yawning.
- What's with you? Go to sleep.
- Listen Ignatich.
- Why isn't there Soviet rule beyond
our borders. Are they stupider than us?
- Go to sleep.
- Well why is it, Ignatich?
- They lack strength, and they
live better than us.
- You haven't felt it yet,
haven't matured.
- I understand.
- Fine, you understand.
- I hope it's soon. I hope we win
soon. It's hard, Ignatich.
- The people are lonely. I hope it's soon.
- Go sleep!
- You were right when you said...
it won't be that way.
- What way?
- So that everyone is happy.
- But you...you Ignatich,
you will never be happy.
- And why is that?
- Because your eyes are all wrong.
- Oh Tanka, we teach you, teach you.
Materialism!
- But you're still on your own