That might be the last time
that I give you a haircut.
No, never mind then.
I don't want it.
They have pull down it
for all that, bastard!
- Do Fascists see us from up there?
- They sure do.
- Can they hit us?
- No, they can't.
- Why not?
- No one can hit us now.
Igor, don't you remember
Lyalya at all?
Try to remember, boy.
Do you remember Zhenya?
- No.
- A girl named Zhenya?
Do you remember riding
a bicycle with your mother?
We used to ride together.
You don't remember...
Alright now, up you go!
Do you think a hedgehog
will win over a rabbit?
- What?
- Who is stronger of them two?
I don't know, my little boy.
- Can I have more tinned stewed meat?
- You've already eaten.
- I really love it.
- You've eaten too much.
Now you're going to lie down,
and put your head on your pillow.
- Where are you going, daddy?
- I'll be right back.
This boy is not mine.
He doesn't remember a thing:
neither Lyalya, nor Zhenya.
He's a big boy, 5 years old,
he should remember.
And he doesn't look like me
or like Lyalya.
He steals food.
If you're so sure, then...
Then what?
If this isn't him, then where is
my son?
And what do you expect me to say?
"Sorry, I'm not your father"?
You know, in general, he is a good boy.
He told me today:
"I had a hedgehog with big ears."
I mean they are so...
We've got to do something
to help Cherepets.
His Maroussia's leaving.
She's got tuberculosis.
The doctor told me. They're
sending her off tomorrow.
And Cherepets still has 3
days of punishment left.
Sasha, you've got a good eye.
Look at me from this angle.
Don't you think that when Igor
smiles his upper lip looks like mine?
Idiot! Grab the washbowl!
Don't you see he's throwing up?
Easy, easy now. That damn meat.
Upper lip...
You're incredible.
- Shall I call the doctor?
- No, the doctor scares me.
I don't know why I agreed.
I must be losing my mind.
Don't worry, Moukhine.
It'll just take a couple of minutes.
Here, how about some chocolate?
Look, I'll take one more from you.
Their Lieutenant is a dragon
but has respect to medals.
Let me have your scarf.
Yours looks fresher.
Leave me something to wear.
Moukhine, you are a rare person!
There'd be no Air Forces without you!
Do not eat chocolate too much,
it's a stimulant.
My tunic has holes all over,
but at least I look good.
Just don't overact.
Are you going to give us
a picture of yourself, Moukhine?
- Moukhine, answer me!
- Let's leave poor Moukhine alone.
Let's get serious now, Comrades officers.
Shall I stop here?
Go all the way to the entrance
and honk your horn.
No horn.
- All right, I'll go now.
- Hold it.
- Go on, honk, Moukhine.
- Come on, Moukhine, honk.
All right, go ahead now.
- Don't screw it up, medal holder.
- Shut up, Belobrov.
- Hello. Are you in charge here?
- Yes, sir.
Follow me!
- I'd better leave.
- Turn the engine off!
Maroussia, TB... There's nothing
wrong with her. She's strong as a horse!
It doesn't mean anything.
You're strong too and still...
- Nothing wrong with me!
- Except your nerves.
I'm going to have problems
because of this Cherepets thing.
Wait in the car.
Now, he'll make up a wild story.
Look at you! Get that jacket
buttoned!
If he goes like that,
he'll never make it to the harbor.
Go, go, quickly!
Step lively, lover boy!
Step on it, Moukhine!
How was my act?
Shoura, the papers are all inside.
Be careful, the dishes are in there.
- Mother, please, just go.
- Alright.
Here, take this.
Mother, for the last time,
just go over there.
- Shoura, calm down.
- Leave me alone.
Mother, there's no reason
to open that now.
It's not raining.
Please, get on the boat.
- Where's Maroussia?
- She's already aboard.
She didn't take the fabric.
- Don't let her see your eye.
- Yeah, sure...
Don't get upset about Shoura.
She's just very nervous.
Have a good trip.
Why are you so mad at me,
Maroussia?
I thought you were mad.
Finish the loading!
All right,