something, son.
Your charming little abode is
truly admirable.
After the victory, I'll certainly take
advantage of your invitation, kind hostess.
However, you promised to introduce me to
your daughter. Hmm?
Woodcock, cheese or wine? Oh no,
thank you! Cold veal and rum will do.
I'm a soldier, Madame.
I came too late, it seems.
Well, one must never be excessive
in food. It's bad for the morale.
The sword goes in the corner,
the cape in the closet,
the jackboots at the fireplace.
I'm a soldier, Madame. So where
is your enchanting daughter?
Climb up here, it's warmer.
- Who are you?
- Doesn't matter. Just do it.
- Hold on, I've got to wipe my feet first.
- Never mind that, just get in here.
What's your name, kid?
Maria Andreyevna.
Crawl over here, it's all right.
- What are you doing, miss?
- Don't be silly, you little fool.
- Manka! You watch it, missy!
- You're not the boss of me.
What are you doing?
Your heart is beating so fast!
- What are you doing?
- Don't be afraid!
Let me go!
- Come on.
- Let me go, Maria!
Maria my ass. Sandy-haired twit.
You should have been a rope walker.
Move over a little, guys.
You shouldn't make jokes about
my age, madame. I'm already nineteen.
I mean, I will be, five months from now.
That's not overly young, madame.
- Zakhar! Can I get a radish?
- Last one!
You know, it's time you considered
your options, Madame.
What? The Colonel is your spouse,
and yet you're in love with me?
It was different in the past.
The social conditions, Madame Bovari, and all.
- Keep your hands to yourself, kid!
- He's really something, isn't he?
"DEATH OF A HERO"
Now you can laugh, Madame.
It makes very little difference to me.
Mail, mail!
Here, catch!
Suspect me all you like, sir.
I'm above that. And here's my hand.
My darling! My darling! My darling!
Happy New Year, hegde-hog!
Hello.
You're handy around the house, aren't you?
- Why are you always sarcastic?
- I'm not, kid. Honest.
Is it true you talk
to me in your sleep?
Zakhar told the girls.
That's so interesting!
Drop by sometime. Tea and cigarettes.
Thank you, I'm not much of a tea drinker.
I understand. You're used to hard liquor now.
Yes, I prefer it.
Cake and tea is something we'll indulge in
when the war's over.
That's just awesome!
- Putting the moves on the kid?
- Yeah. Why?
The mailman goes:
"Kolishkin, Kolishkin!"
Turns out, our Kolyshkin gets
a parcel from home.
Find anything on the floor?
He's really something.
Something in my eye. Mind taking a look?
Go pick up your parcel.
Something to have with the tea, maybe. Go, go!
They're gone!
Maybe you'll catch up with them.
They're going to the front lines,
about seven kilometers.
The parcel's gone, isn't it?
Kolyshkin, go after the postmen.
You have my permission.
Lieutenant, sir! I'm on it!
Make sure you're back by 11 p.m.
- Naturally.
- "Yes, sir" is the correct response.
Guilty as charged, Lieutenant, sir!
Guilty folks get their asses kicked.
They're not allowed to cry, either. Go.
Yes, sir!
Hey! Any booze in that parcel from home?
Mom promised to put some in.
My mom knows how to keep her word.
On the fact that anything can happen
when there's a war on, including
some things that never happen.
This is for you.
"Strawberries in cream"! The real stuff!
What about yourself?
Have a drink with us! Happy New Year!
Be happy.
"Strawberries in cream" is really your favorite?
You're joking! Really?
I had no idea. This is so charming.
No, I didn't mention it in the letter to my Mom.
It's just a coincidence.
Yes, this makes me happy too.
Help yourself, Madame.
- You're very pretty tonight. The fire lights you up.
- What's gotten into you, Lyosha?
- Zaryanov!
- Lieutenant, sir.
- If someone asks for me, I'm over at the Major's.
- Yes, sir.
Listen, I've been admiring you for a long time.
Wipe your glasses, charmer. You don't
have a cousin anymore. Get it?
Forget cousins. You don't think
I can be