enough for me.
Hey neighbour, got a cigarette?
No.
Nervous?
All right.
They promised to blast some holes
into me too tomorrow.
What for?
I'm only eighteen.
I don't know anything about life.
What is it?
Give me vodka,
you partisan louse!
I'm entitled to a last drink!
Come on, you sleaze!
Stop screaming or I'll beat you up so
bad you won't recover for the morning!
Listen, my aunt made me do it.
She told me to enlist as a policeman
to get food rations.
I was going to live quietly.
But we were sent to
the neighbouring village.
There three komsomols
told me to shoot.
I told them I can't do it.
But they said: "Shoot or
stand against the wall yourself."
Should I have stood against the wall?
Did I let the krauts in?
Tomorrow I'll be shot.
I wish they had been forced!
I feel sick.
And you don't say a word.
Say something.
How were you caught?
I came by myself.
Moron!
You'll hang tomorrow.
Oh, why'd my aunt force me.
Aching, eh?
I saw some great felt boots
on a Fritz today.
I couldn't shoot.
The felt boots looked great.
I was thinking, how will
we get to the station.
It hurts my head.
Before the war I knew
a doctor, a powerful woman.
She could get snake poison
just like that.
I met her at the stadium.
The basques were on.
What a game!
What were they playing?
- Football. Ever seen it?
Of course. The kids
played it at the village.
You're a poet.
They even write poems about football.
It's a complicated game.
- An artform in itself.
Tell me, where was your wife -
when you were watching
football with the healer?
At home.
She doesn't like football.
She even made my son quit,
even though he played well.
He'd be a champion by now.
I can't take those bastards prisoner.
It breaks my heart remembering.
I strike their teeth in.
I kill them even if they're
already dead!
Calm down.
Anger is all right
as long as you don't lose your head.
Life is hard
and war is miserable.
Sleep, you're only
dreaming.
Listen, who won back then?
We did.
Good.
What?
Hitler sat in the
storage room and cried.
Vasjok! What time is it?
Vasjok!
Punishment patrol!
Forward! Quick!
Forward! No procrastinating!
I'm not worried.
Fire!
Oh my god!
Mother, please let me go!
Don't do it!
All head for the swamp!
Everyone to the swamp!
At whose mercy did you leave us?
My beloved...
We might've gotten
some more time to live.
Out!
Where to?
Move it, wretches!
Run!
Stop!
Don't leave there standing!
Butterfingers.
Where's the other one?
- He's standing there.
Take him to the bush and finish him.
What's wrong?
Hold on. I haven't
examined the case yet.
It's no use waiting.
He'll escape in the fog. - No, he won't.
Did he give his word of honour?
- Oh, please.
He came to stay.
What'd he do to you?
He took my rifle but
gave it back. - What's that?
When I chanced upon him in the forest.
He could have killed me.
What about it?
He didn't give a shit about you!
What a soldier, relinquishing his gun.
- Get out of my sight.
Don't let him out of your sight
or I'll rip your head off!!
Brat.
- Let it be.
March!
Move it, you filthy bastard!
Citizen Senior Lieutenant,
as I already told you, -
if I had taken part in the shootings,
I wouldn't have come.
Give me a rifle.
Citizen Senior Lieutenant,
I want to fight.
Your fatherland already gave
you a rifle, but you threw it away.
I wasn't the only one.
It's you we're talking about.
One more question.
Tell me, former Sergeant, -
why didn't you leave Karnouha
earlier? What were you waiting for?
Have you been there?
- I don't care.
Two left. They were caught
and beaten to death.
Oh please.
How dare you pressure me!
Enough of sentimetality.
Guards at the station towers,
are they ours or Germans?
It varies.
Our guys are in
and krauts at the command.
Is there a way to get to the train -
besides through the command post?
I don't know. I guess not.
They bring in foodstuffs
from the whole area. - I know