you.
Good morning, mamma.
Potatoes again?
On the first day, God
created potatoes.
On the second day...
...God created potatoes.
On the third day...
...God created
potatoes, too.
And on the fourth and the fifth day
God created potatoes.
Why did He create us
on the sixth day?
What?
To feed
such a band,
one has to be as strong
as the wrestler Ivan Poddubny.
Here.
You tramp.
Robbing bandit.
Yefim, you'll be late
for your work.
Is she asleep?
Thank God.
She didn't sleep all night,
pacing like a beast in a cage.
When she wakes up,
give her some tea.
Quiet!
Quiet!
If any of you lets out a squeak,
I'll break his neck.
Fixing things! Soldering!
Mending pots!
I've got
seven kids!
I'm very sorry,
but you seem to be up already?
Yes, I'm up.
When one gets up,
one has to eat something.
So I thought perhaps you'd come
and sit at the table?
I'd like some hot water.
- I can't even think of food.
- The samovar is hot.
I'm very sorry,
Madame Vavilova,
but you seem
to be pregnant.
I would've gotten rid of him,
but it was too late.
I haven't been off the horseback
for three months.
I've drunk so much iodine
from our army dispensary.
He's like
a knife in my heart.
He's wasting me,
even my palms get all sweaty.
Oh, my God, this woman
has lost her mind.
Your words will make
even stones cry.
One shouldn't say such things
even about the children of his enemy.
And you're speaking
of your own flesh and blood!
Where's the samovar?
I'll bring it.
Are you out of your mind?
Lifting such a locomotive
in your condition!
It weighs no less
than three poods!
Please, come on in,
Madame Vavilova.
Sit down on that chair,
this one has a shaky leg.
I've got my own sugar,
from my ration.
Children are such a misfortune,
such a nuisance.
And they all keep living,
no one's going to die.
Madame Vavilova,
you can't go barefoot
in your condition!
Yefim can do
without shoes.
Here, put them on.
Nowadays no one cares
that a woman has to give birth.
What ever do I need them for?
Come on, put them on
and that's it.
Madame Vavilova,
how soon are you to give birth?
Oh, it's going to be soon.
Very soon,
Madame Vavilova!
You think my oldest one, Sonya,
didn't cost me a lot of blood?
A pail of black blood,
that's what she's sucked out of me.
When she was little, she was
sick with every disease possible.
Scarlet fever, and diphtheria,
and measles, and whooping cough,
and mumps.
I think it was only cholera
that she didn't come down with.
One could go mad
from all this.
But you don't have that right,
because you're the mother.
Our regiment's medic
used to say
that all sickness comes from your
belly.
If you're a neat housewife,
the clothes will last long.
This shirt here, first Misha
wore it, then Syoma and Lyova.
Oh, those kids.
They want to eat
every day.
Hardly a week passes without them
having a rash or a boil.
And Doctor Balaban
charges ten pounds of flour
for each visit.
Just for one visit!
For God's sake,
Madame Vavilova,
a newborn screams his lungs out
and turns blue,
and itjust breaks your heart
to think that he might die.
Or when he gets
a diarrhea...
You know how many
diapers you'll need?
Or when he develops a rash,
just try and not powder him.
Oh, and when
they're teething...
And, finally, one day you hear
a spoon rattling in his mouth.
Ding-dong.
You think having babies is as
easy as fighting a war?
No, Madame Vavilova,
it's not that easy.
Yefim!
Why do you stand behind the curtain
when you can come in?
Good evening.
Can you imagine? Madame
Vavilova is expecting a child.
What can I do about it?
The Red Cavalry just found
the place and the time to have a baby.
Your hips...
138 centimeters.
We'd better make it 145 cm.
That's what I call hips.
Yes, we're having
real hips here.
Don't be embarrassed, because
for a woman, hips are everything.
Yefim!
Madame's not interested in
what you think about her.
How can