all this hay here or what?
You are mad, boy.
We all are mad in your eyes.
That's why no man here could
stand you longerthan a week.
The cattle can stand your words,
and for people you are mad.
You'll be the first
to get hanged if anything happens.
The Germans hate people
like you.
And you'll hang on their gallows.
Get outa here!
Quickly!
Partisan, go ahead!
Vanya, stop this!
Stop this!
I tell you to stop!
Take away your shitty gun!
Are you nuts, jerk?
What're ya doin'?
We were given an order
and nothing was done about it.
Is this all right?
Has yourfathertaught you this?
And this man is quick
to grab his gun.
Are you nuts?
Leave me alone!
Bastard! Scoundrel!
Traitor! Bastard! What a bastard!
- Scoundrel!
- You fools!
How could you get messed up
with this young thug?
He seems not to understand
what's going on in this country.
How can we win
with such idiots around?
The regulartroops are asking
for help and he does all this.
Calm down.
Did you get hurt?
It is all right.
I told you to go home!
Can you hear me?
Go home!
- Will you come to see me tonight?
- No, I will not.
- I can not.
- What's wrong?
We need to get to the front line tonight.
- What?
- I'm leaving forthe battlefield.
- They are taking me to the recon squad
- Wow!
- What recon squad?
- I'm serious. You'd better not laugh at me.
Serious? So we'll part, won't we?
Well then, see you later.
Well, may I kiss you?
Afarewell kiss.
Why are you standing still?
Go, go away.
Go away, go.
- Bye-bye, daddy!
- Good luck to you.
Bye-bye, the village of Shishka!
Bye!
I'll write to you afterthe battle.
Our cavalrymen!
Wow!
They've left the main cavalryman behind!
The boy seems to be
completely at a loss.
If only he were the only one at a loss...
Only God knows how many
of them will come back...
That's enough,
Partisan.
It is ticklish after all.
Listen.
They'd have found you anyway.
All yourtracks were covered
with hay.
Are you all city dwellers
like that?
And these cavalrymen
left without me.
And they dare call themselves
regulartroops.
What do they need you for?
A straw warriior.
A recon soldier...
You can not even handle a pitchfork.
- A recon soldier...
- Well, man, it is OK.
Our Lord the Saviour cleanse my
soul from every evil thought...
and save our poor
suffering souls...
In the name of the Father, the Son
and the Holy Spirit...
Our Lord, have mercy upon us!
Pasha, how are you?
Can you hear me?
Boys, they are breaking through.
And where are you?
We are here. And you?
- Sorry.
- We have many prisoners. What about you?
And we do not even
have time to count them.
I received a letter
from Serega.
He is in the hospital
with a minor wound.
Thank God,
he is alive.
And my man is a mechanic
in the Air Forces.
And mine serves in the Far East
in a secret military unit.
Only his letters are
slow to arrive.
There is no such unjustice
in the world...
so that only my Grisha
were killed at this war.
There will be time and all of you
will get letters of mourning.
It couldn't be so that only
Grisha perished.
All of them will perish.
All of them!
- No one is alive!
- She is mad!
And do you think this war
will leave you untouched?
No, the bombs will tearthem apart.
There is nothing left,
only blood is around.
Blood, blood,
only blood is around.
I'll kill you!
I'll kill you, fool!
Oh, my God!
Let me go!
Leave me alone!
You'd better die!
Die!
Ladies!
Stop it!
Have you all gone nuts?
Aha, all of you have shitted
your pants! Bastards!
To the attack!
You are all lousy scoundrels!
They are close,
so very close!
Tomorrow they'll be here!
And that'll be the end
of all of you!
Lyusya's got so Imuch luck!
And where are our men?
He is robust. And it does not
matterthat he has no legs.
Well, dear nephew,
untie me.
I'll be quiet. Are you
my relative or not?
I'm a kind of your mother.
If only Grisha were alive...
He was so tender, Igorek.