From the collection of films of "Gosfilmofond"
USSR
ZOYA
Production of film studio
"Soyuzdetfilm" 1944
Art director of studio, Stalin Prize Laureate,
Honored Art Worker - Sergey Yutkevich
Scenario - L. Arnshtam, B. Chirskov
Production - L. Arnshtam
Directors - I. Frez, V. Sukhobokov
Cinematographer - A. Shelenkov
Cameraman - I. Chen
Composer - D. Shostakovich
Sound engineer - D. Flyangolts
Artist - K. Urbetis
2nd artist - A. Dichtyar
Make-up artist - V. Yakovlev
Military consultant - colonel V. Kalyada
Director's assistants - A. Goncharov, V. Rodionova
Trick photography:
Director - A. Ptushko
Operator - N. Renkov
Chorus and orchestra of Cinema Committee
under the control of D. Blok
Executive producer - B. Krakovskiy
In the role of Zoya - Galina Vodyanitskaya
Zoya as a child - Katya Skvortsova
Zoya's mother - K. Tarasova
Zoya's father - N. Ryzhov
Boris Fomin - A. Kuznetsov
Owl - B. Poslavsky
Secretary of RK VLKSM - V. Volchek
Woman - V. Popova
Anna Sergeevna - T. Altseva
Zina - Z. Zhukova
Petya - N. Bogatyriev
German officer - V. Podgorniy
German soldier - R. Plyatt
- Cursed dog!
What's that noise?
- They don't even let you sleep in here.
- What happened?
Attention!
Where are his eyes?
That damned Russki ???
- Look here.
- What happened?
- He's brought some liquid too ???
- They've caught a partisan.
Rubbish! If it only were Cognac...
Oho, but that's a girl!
Marushka!
Who are you, girl?
Let's join the Salvation Army ???
We've got some wine for you, come along
Let go!
Who are you?
Who sent you?
Who are your comrades?
Where are they hiding now?
So ...
Once again, who are you?
With whom have you been?
Makes you want to vomit!
Very well.
Work her over a bit.
Last time... Who are you?
Begin!
Get going!
Oh God... Oh God...
Oh God...
Corporal Quast.
She's a tough nut to crack ???
You try to make her see reason.
Yes, Lieutenant ???
You don't want to answer,
so much the worse for you.
I entrust you to him, he will achieve.
Hiya boys, everything's ok?
Enjoying your grub ???
Do sit down.
Why did they have to hand over that lady to me!
But don't worry, I'll manage her.
Give me something to drink!
It's going to be a really tough job.
"Drink"... drink...
Drink.
Don't look thither, don't look, darling.
Write (deu) ... write!
Who are you?
Who are you?
Why don't you write ???
Who are you?
Who?
Who are you?
"Today we bury Lenin"
(History of of the newborn)
Kosmodemyanskaya Zoya Anatolyevna
Russian- 3.400 kg
Stand Zoin'ka, stand straight.
Zoya is one year old.
And still interesting, what awaits her ahead?
I don't know.
I just really want her to be happy.
Well...
We must do everything that we can,
in order to make it so.
"Zoya is one year old"
"Zoya is two years old"
"Zoya is three years old"
And he went further.
And he walks, he walks upon a Russian land.
He walks, seeking for a happiness.
Suddenly, out of nowhere, towards to him,
a damsel-beauty, Vasilisa the Wise.
And she says to him:
Where are you going, Ivan Tsarevich?
I walk to seek for my happiness.
What is your happiness?
One thing is happiness to me:
where is no way - so to find the way,
no strength - to take by bravery,
who has no memory - to remind of the truth.
She didn't say anything to him,
and took his hand, and they walked together.
Baba Yaga found that they walked in search of happiness,
and she cried out:
I'm Baba Yaga - bone leg,
whoever walks past, he falls into my cauldron.
She sits in a mortar, jumps upon the meadow,
sweeps out the trail with a broom.
Wow-wow-wow!
I will eat, eat, eat.
Wolf, don't eat our daughter,
now I'd better warm up the dinner for you.
Well, what I brought you... what I brought you...
What?
Here it is, look at the pictures.
Only mind you do not smudge this,
otherwise, a wolf will come and really eat you.
"Long live to socialist competition Turksib vs Dnieprostroi"
"Zoya is six years old"
"Zoya fell asleep. I'm leaving because
a placard newspaper must be ready by morning.
If you come back from work early - feed Zoya and eat too. Mom"
Mom...
Mom...
Well, of course... All are gone and locked me up again.
Well, it's nothing.
It's necessary just not to spin,
fold the hands on the stomach, squint the eyes tightly,
and then immediately fall asleep. That's it.
I'm still not afraid.
It's a mouse.
Oh, what is it?
Someone crawled under the table.
Oh how scary!
No, it only seemed so.
It's nothing terrible.
And not very dark.
I even can get up and turn on the light.
I will stand up and go.
It's nothing, I stumbled upon a chair.
And soon will reach the table.
Here is it.
Lamp...
Well, I was not frightened.
Now it is necessary only to look under the chair.
Well of course there's nobody there.
Oh!
So in fact it's kitty from the upstairs tenants.
Hello kitty, and I was frightened by you at first.
To the window cat - skok,
jumped skokie, jumped skokie,
towards her - kolobok, jumped skokie, jumped skokie,
I was scared of the bear,
jumped skokie, jumped skokie.
This cat from neighbors jumped skokie, jumped skokie.
Mom...
Long live the fighters of Five Year Plan!
Long live the First of May!
"Zoya is nine years old"
So...
Take it.
All right.
Anna Sergeevna coming!
Hello kids.
Hello!
Sit down.
Well kids, I brought a newcomer to you.
Her name is Zoya.
Where would we seat her...
Look at that, all here, huh?
Borya Fomin
is in the sad and lonely today.
Well, Zoya, go sit with him.
Do what you want, Anna Sergeevna,
but I won't let a girl sit next to me.
How do you mean, you won't let?
Tut-Tut, and what have I done to sit next to a girl?
Do you think that to sit next to a girl is a chastisement?
Not a chastisement, it is worse than that.
Just touch her and she immediately begins to squall.
Move over, boy.
Tut-Tut, move over...
Move over, boy.
Move over.
Well, that's fine.
So kids,
today we'll continue to study our native language.
For the beginning, let's analyze...
Now subtract 18.
Add 4.
Fine. Go back to your place.
Kids, petals form a corolla.
Now we take a look inside the flower.
So kids, all that red, that's is our country.
It occupies the 1/6 of the world.
You know... let's be friends.
I want too.
Okay.
What is your name?
Vera.
And what's yours?
Zina.
Zinka-piggie.
Why you were late for the beginning of the year?
My father died.
Pet'ka, follow me!
Hooray!
Pet'ka is a fool, he knows nothing
if it's not about his football.
We say to Anna Sergeevna.
Come, girls.
Sergey Semenovich,
how come you're interested in this Reichstag.
Bah, one of the ugliest buildings in Europe was burnt down.
Serves it right.
You should not have laughed it off...
I am convinced that this is just the beginning.
And as Shakespeare wrote: Atrocity will not have measure.
Hundreds of thousands of books... Vandals! Criminals!
Idiots, bigots!
Villains!
They're burning the books!
Dullards, savages...
To burn Tolstoy...
Just think of it, Tolstoy in flames!
Dostoevsky in flames, Hegel, Darwin, Marx...
Witches' sabbath! Bald Mountain!
Please tell me, your name is Owl?
What? What Owl?
The kids told to me that we can borrow books
for reading from the Owl.
What, what?
And during the day Owl conducts a history lessons,
and after lessons he sits here and gives out the books.
Wait wait...
Owl...
With glasses, blind, sitting on a perch.
That's me.
Of course, that's me!
So that how you dignify me.
So what do you want from the Owl, girl?
I was going to ask you for reading stuff.
But you were swearing so that I got interested...
And what did you get interested in?
I got interested in who burned the books?
No kid in our class would do this.
Not even the most hooligan boys.
I'm also sure that in your class,
nobody is capable of such filth.
Fascists have done this. Germans.
Yesterday, in all the cities of Germany
exactly at midnight,
the books were burned on bonfires.
They want to push the world back to the Middle Ages, but...
nothing, nothing!
For 40 years, I teach history for such as you.
40 years. And I sense something in this.
Nobody, do you hear me, girl,
nobody has ever succeeded,
nobody has ever succeeded to reverse history!
Back.
I beg you, give me all those books
that are burned out there.
What? What are you talking about, girl.
There is a lot of them.
So much that will be enough for your whole life.
"Pushkin"
O, Tsarevich, champion peerless,
My deliverer so fearless,
Your kind deed I will repay -
I will serve you too, one day;
Tis no swan that you set free,
But a maiden charmed, you see;
Twas a wizard, not a kite,
That you slew, O noble knight;
Something smelling.
Oh girls... Is it indeed, the porridge burnt slightly?
And how could I forget?
Let's see the next picture.
Girls, don't read without me.
Girls, some kind of balloon is there.
Oh, how high!
And what if it is not a balloon,
and it is a stratospheric balloon?
Last time when Prokofiev flew, I saw it myself.
It looks like a pear, and this one too.
Come along, girls.
Wait, piggie.
It will be here for a long time.
And I'm wondering what's next in the book.
Come along...
Well all right so, let's go. Vera...
And where were we?
Read from here.
Breezes o'er the ocean play,
Speed a barque upon its way...
Sails all spread, it skims the seas,
Running swiftly 'fore the breeze.
... those who died on the flight into the stratosphere...
Fedoseenko P. F., Vasenko A. B., Usyskin I. D. ...
each of them is awarded the Order of Lenin.
Mommy, are you asleep?
No.
What do you want?
Can I lie with you, mamuska?
Well, come.
Well, what shall we talk about?
I don't understand, mamuska...
They died... So they don't exist...
But, they were awarded...
But how can we reward those who don't exist?
Here's what you mean...
You see, they are heroes.
They climbed so high to the skies,
as no one has ever climbed.
And many years will pass,
and people will still remember about them,
as if they were alive.
You, for example,
will you forget them quickly?
No.
Probably, I'll never forget.
Well, you see.
Hence, they still exist?
I see,
those who are not forgetten -
they are alive.
Mamuska,
what is a "hero"?
I know but just not quite.
A hero?..
A hero is one who is always bold,
who is not afraid even to die,
in order to make other people happy.
Do you understand?
To make other people happy...
I understand.
And what does a tie on your chest mean,
and why it is red?
The tie on our chest is soaked in the blood
of hundreds and thousands of fighters,
that's why it is red.
We must cherish it as a piece of the great red banner.
And what does a sickle and hammer on your icon mean?
This pioneer
wears the homeland on her chest.
For Lenin's cause,
be ready!
Always ready!
From today I'm a pioneer!
When I will be grown up ...
December 31.
Today is the new year!
Move over.
Do you remember how I didn't want to let you
sit next to me on a school bench?
Yeah.
All this because of you carve out wrong.
It was necessary to raise the front and release a coquette.
What are you talking about, girls?
About what, about what... about anything.
And that's what we think...
Why everyone says today:
Happy new year, with new happiness?
And we cannot guess, somehow.
In fact, it's true...
Does a happiness have necessarily be new?
Well, so, Bor'ka, you're always with your clever questions.
And tell me why twice two is four?
And at the same time, is it true
that the Volga flows into the Caspian Sea?
Well, it's folly, I'm seriously.
Well guys who can tell me what is happiness?
Happiness is a miscellaneous thing after all.
Give to Zinka something sweet to chew, chew...
But it is all whole, doesn't end...
And then she will be happy.
I don't need your sweet.
No guys... Happiness is when
you expect of something good... Well, a sort of gift.
And you know that it will certainly be,
but don't know exactly when will that be, what will it be...
Know, don't know... Will be or will not be...
And in my opinion, happiness is to be like Pavka Korchagin.
And in my opinion, to invent such a device,
than you press the button,
and each your desire is fulfilled.
Buttons, hankies, hammers...
And in my opinion, if Spartak rive to Dynamo again,
and here it will be the real happiness, that is.
Boris, you're happy!
Entangled, so entangled...
What is happiness, what happiness is...
We don't get entangled...
Simply everybody wants to be happy, but each in his own way.
And all because of,
man was created for happiness, like a bird for flight.
Bird!
Folks, why are you sitting here, let's go dancing!
Sylvester Leontievich sat down at the piano!
Zayats.
Why Zayats?
Because of, Zoya - Zoyka, Zoyka - Zayka, and Zayka - Zayats.
1-2-3, 1-2-3, 1-2-3, 1-2-3...
Go easy!
Oh sorry...
Well, Zayats, come along to our class.
What for?
I must tell you something very important.
And actually, Zayats,
I like you more than anyone.
And, for a long time, I want to tell you...
Let's be friends!
Okay.
But not simply friends. Let's be truly friends.
And why do you think it's necessary,
to call it truly?
Put out your paw.
Well, you have my word,
that from this day and this hour,
we're friends for ever.
And now add what you want,
I'll do everything for you!
And whatever good or bad will happen,
now all should be shared in half.
Okay.
And we must help each other in everything.
To help...
And never lie to each other.
Surely.
And if somebody, no matter who it is,
says something bad about you or about me,
then we necessarily have to intercede.
Well, I will pound anyone for you.
We will never conceal anything from each other.
And I, whenever I want, may ask you:
what are you thinking of now?
And you have to respond right away, and the truth only.
Well, that's too much.
And in my opinion, that's what the real friendship means.
Zaychik, let's agree,
if I'm not capable to answer immediately,
in no way capable,
then I'll tell you, honestly, and you won't insist after that.
Is it a deal?
Who is here?
We are, Anna Sergeevna.
Oh, it's you, folks. Why did you come here?
Boris, somebody is looking for you.
Your father came for you.
Father? Where is he?
He is waiting for you downstairs, in the locker room.
What's gotten into him suddenly?
I'm going.
It's nothing, girl.
Isn't it a nice evening today?
Very nice.
Come over here, folks, over here!
Attention!
Till the new year, 30 remaining... 30 seconds.
28..
27..
26..
Borya!
Well...
What did your father come for?
He is leaving.
Where to?
Zayats, I know that we mustn't conceal anything from each other,
but it's not my secret. Do you understand?
Good good, be silent...
And please forgive me.
You're great, Zaychik.
Quiet!
Happy new year, comrades!
Hooray!
Folks,
the next detachment's meeting will be held the 18th,
and now you can go home.
Zayats, come on.
Yes girl, now they burn cities.
Put the maps in the corner.
So... What are we going to read now?
For the moment, I won't take anything, Mikhail Yakovlevich.
I don't want to read, I can't.
What what?
Mikhail Yakovlevich, I don't understand.
How is it possible to suffer any further?
How is it possible to suffer,
that the fascists exist on earth?
I see.
Oh, how I understand you, girl.
Man's dearest possession is life,
and it is given to him to live but once.
He must live so as to feel no torturing regrets
for the years lived without purpose,
he must never know the burning shame
of a mean and petty past;
he must live so that, dying, he can say:
all my life, all my strength were given
to the finest cause in the world -
the fight for the Liberation of Mankind.
Nikolai Ostrovsky
"How the Steel Was Tempered"
Young Guard
So you see...
Why Pavka?
Well, actually, Mikhail Yakovlevich,
at such time, to be just a school-girl,
I just don't know ... what a misfortune is it.
Everything has its time.
Everything has its time.
Evil can't triumph for a long while.
And of course,
you and I will have to fight.
And of course, we will win.
We have no right to lose!
What, what happened?
At 16:30... GMT... In America,
at the Barracks Airfield, Chkalov has landed!
Landed!
She met Chkalov
She met Gromov
Then we could see her...
Champions of Moscow
If only, even for just a minute,
to become invisible,
and to overhear what is being said
about us all over the world.
And then shout:
That's how we are! That's our country!
And if I were invisible,
I'd get on a plane right now,
and I'd get far away, to father, over there!
Where to?
Oh, nothing, just words.
Let's have another cake, huh?
Ok.
Thus the days were flying by rapidly,
one after the other.
And at the one of the most ordinary...
And, strangers are taking possession of Moscow.
Strangers are tearing the Russian land to pieces...
What?
May I sit down, Mikhail Yakovlevich.. I'm late..
Sit down, sit down.
And yet, salvation followed.
The invasion of strangers united the Russian people
by the united will of their expulsion.
And the people from young to old
rose to a resolute and mortal struggle.
That's why in our national history
the times of troubles are really a great epoch.
Of course, folks, you know about Minin and Pozharsky...
"Why are you late? What happened to you?"
Nothing, Zoin'ka. Afterwards.
Ordinary people displayed a miracles
of disregard of self, miracles of bravery.
So. Well... Well...
Well, Zoya...
What do you know about the feat of Ivan Susanin?
Come on...
Susanin was an ordinary peasant,
he was a serf.
He lived in a village named Domnino, not far from Kostroma.
There are very dense forests and few roads.
So... Go on.
One day, someone knocked at his door.
He opened the door, and these were enemies.
There were very many of them, a whole squad.
They were on the way to Moscow,
but they didn't know the road.
And they began to threaten him and demanded that he led them.
Well... And he went with them.
They walked all day long through the forest.
Then night came.
Thick snow began to fall.
But Susanin led them farther and farther.
And the forest became really dense,
so they could barely walk through it.
And then, Susanin told them the whole truth.
That he purposely led them to this place,
and that now they are unable to get out again.
As story goes,
they tortured him horribly,
tortured him and cut belts over his back,
but he didn't say anything after that.
Well done, Kosmodemyanskaya.
Well, furthermore ... furthermore, I know the verses...
This is Rileyev. May I recite them?
Recite, recite.
Traitors, you fancied, you found me,
They are not and won't ever be on Russian soil!
And all of her inhabitant love the motherland since infancy,
And won't destroy their souls by treason.
Who is a Russian by heart, then he proudly and bravely
And gladly will die for a righteous cause!
And I'm not afraid, neither of dispatch nor of death!
Without flinching, I will die for my dear Rus!
A cleanest blood stained the clean snow,..
Bor'ka...
What happened, Boris?
My father was killed in Spain, folks.
Oh, Zayats...
Nothing... Nothing, my children...
Nothing!
I really want to be a man, and not a little human!
If I won't be a hero, brave, helpful,
then I won't deserve to take my place on earth!
Komsomol membership card.
Kosmodemyanskaya Zoya Anatolievna.
Well,
now you are a Komsomol member.
Congratulations!
Thank you.
You'd better tell me, the charter is well known by you?
Well known.
Well, what do you think
is most important in the charter?
A komsomolets is obliged to be utterly devoted to the homeland,
and be prepared to give all his strength for her.
And his life, if necessary.
So...
That's what all of us must be prepared for.
And always.
Well, now... Now you will go home,
you will heat your dinner on a kerosene stove,
you will go to school tomorrow,
then you have to study your lessons,
everything will go as usual.
And here in the charter, look,
here...
Just 1..2..3..4... Four lines after.
To attend carefully the Komsomol meetings,
quickly and accurately complete quests of organization.
Well?
How do you look at it?
It is goes without saying.
Aha...
Goes without saying...
Well, that's right...
All of it goes without saying.
That's right.
Come here.
Look. Well, what do you see there?
Nothing.
Nothing?
What about the stars?
Oh, really. And they are so bright today.
But at first, you didn't notice them.
Because the stars - they also, "go without saying".
The world consists so many of that,
what is, goes without saying.
It's the secretary who teaches. Such as me.
Congregations, loads, release of placard newspapers,
studying with the higher ratings...
And what boring, ordinary words.
And all of this goes without saying.
I understand.
You know, comrade Shilov,
I've already thought about it by myself.
This is about geography.
What geography?
One day, I looked at the map,
and suddenly thought:
that this little black line is a river,
and brown paint is mountains,
and the asterisk is Moscow.
And I thought:
that if you simply look at the map,
then you see some dashes, stripes, dots only.
But if you really look,
then you imagine immediately,
how long and broad the river is,
and how fast the water flows, and how the mist rises,
and how the snow melts in the mountains,
and how the clock beats on the Moscow's tower.
Yes yes, it is true.
It is very difficult to see that
which, for long years, went without saying.
But if you see it,
then the most ordinary,
most, it would seem at first glance, everyday life,
it will shine.
Just like these stars.
Which you, at first, deigned not to notice.
This is true.
Verka, what is the number of your ticket?
Oh, look yourself.
Oh look...
The difference is 3 numbers only.
Well, yes, yet I'm in the middle,
and it seems, Boris.
And Pet'ka then later.
What, Pet'ka later?
He's offended...
No, we just talked about,
that now in our class,
nearly all are the members of the Komsomol.
I frankly don't understand,
why she is in there for so long...
Don't worry, they won't eat your Zoyka.
Goodbye, Kosmodemyanskaya.
Goodbye, comrade Shilov.
We already thought that you were missing.
What took you so long?
So how?
There is something to congratulate you with?
Well, it is...
goes without saying.
Stride ahead, Komsomol tribe,
The color and shine, that smile bloomed!
We conquer space and time,
We are young masters of the earth!
Who agrees?
One, two, three...
Unanimously!
Zoyka, now you are the "Group-Org"
Deliver a speech from the throne.
So...
I have some suggestions.
(list of Komsomol orders)
You've lost your mind... You've gone mad...
And you're frightened...
If I get the placard newspapers, then let Syomka too...
Go sit in your place, what are you saying...
It is good for Pet'ka,
he will surprise all by his physical culture.
And why do I gt the fishes?
Why do I get nursing?
Listen to me, folks, listen,
Bor'ka gets the old women,
a, b, c...
I'm only afraid, Zoya,
if suddenly, I'm not able to handle it,
besides, I'm unsatisfactory in history and my mom is ill.
You're always afraid.
I don't know about you all, I'm only responsible for myself.
All of this is good, kids.
We make noise and chatter.
But we butter to take something that we, for sure, can make in time.
Right!
Otherwise, that would make talk.
Promised too much, got into unpleasant situations, not fulfilled.
Who needs it, it's possible to write everything on the paper.
You know, Lyosha,
I was recently in the Lenin Museum.
And there is on display a day of Ilyich.
Of everything that he he accomplished during one ordinary day.
So I began to count,
and I counted 41 tasks.
And what tasks!
But after all, that was Lenin...
Well, yes.
And we are the Leninskiy Komsomol.
Stop!
Fine, Bor'ka, you hit the ten.
Kosmodemyanskaya, go to the line of fire.
Calmly, Kosmodemyanskaya, calmly.
Aim precisely, hold it firmly.
Again?
Who allowed you to be engaged in football?
In 10 days, 5 window panes.
Do you think this is physical culture?
You know... It's all because of ...
Belenky from 1A...
I put him in the goal, but he left the goal...
I did it again, and he...
You can't get in here, we won't let you pass ...
Let me go, you are told, what are you...
Why are you whooping it up?
What bigheads...
They don't let me into the class,
my nails are not clean enough for them.
Show them.
Zemelyushka, black soil.
In fact, it's oil, do you understand it, machine oil!
You can't wash it off.
Syomka and I are building models in technical class.
You have to let him pass, girls.
This dirt is labor.
You may pass.
Well, you understand, the root is in the square...
it must be extracted,
and we take out X...
Nothing, I understand nothing.
I am incapable of mathematics.
Incapable, and that's all.
I wish you had half of my abilities in mathematics...
And I half of your abilities in literature ...
By the way... How are you doing with the educational program?
Ah, the educational program?
It is fine, the old ladies are progressing.
And you spend with them each Thursday?
And you don't cut meetings?
I attend, goes without saying.
How far are you?
Zoyka, you wanted to help me in chronology,
because I getting mixed up all the time,
what tsar, when...
Well, okay okay. Well, look,
hence we extract the root...
What do you want?
I've come to see a voluntary worker.
I'm from the school no. 201.
What volunteer?
How what...
We have sent one of our Komsomol members to you,
to eliminate illiteracy.
Wait wait, a blond guy?
Well, yes. Fomin.
Ah, he eliminated it long time ago.
How?
Well, he was here twice,
and we have never seen him since.
You know, he fell ill.
Fell ill?
Yes, he fell ill,
and now I'll do the job.
Who are you?
The house keeper.
So, comrade house keeper,
I beg you, for next Thursday,
notify all the illiterates.
Ah, I just don't know..
How many times I've brought them together,
and now they have lost all their confidence.
Of course I'm guilty,
I am conscious of this.
The thing is, Pet'ka Vasilyev and I,
we began to build a buoy.
Buoy?
Yes, buoy.
For the winter, at Khimki.
We became highly addicted to this...
I just didn' have enough time for all of this.
Well, and one old woman said,
that it was time for the grave, not for learning.
Well, and I'm...
Well, actually, that is all.
So, okay.
Well, and what does the Group-Org have to say?
Fomin failed to comply with his commitments.
In addition, he, a Komsomol member,
acted dishonestly, lied.
I propose to give him a reprimand.
A strict one.
Zoya, do you come with us?
No, I don't want to, girls.
Zaychik, wait.
I'm not talking to you. Go away.
But... why, Zaychik?
I've already got a strict reprimand,
now everything is all right again.
You must understand... You're not my friend anymore.
Do you understand... Not my friend...
How, not a friend?..
No. But how could you ...
how could you lie to me,
looking straight in my eyes.
Well, Zayats, I lied to you, but not to a friend,
but to the Group-Org,
after all we quarreled about the Komsomol line.
That's different.
Oh my God... What nonsense you're talking?
What are you talking about?
I see that we really don't have anything to say to each other.
And please, I beg you very much,
don't bother me anymore.
Okay...
What are you hurrying for?
How do you mean ...
for the educational program.
I thought it was not included in your responsibilities.
You can go home.
Sonny, sonny...
What, granny?
For some reason, my hand trembles.
Then don't press too much, granny.
Don't press.
And hold the pen straighter.
Like this...
In my opinion, these bandages are very simple...
Of course, it's better than pinching peel.
Oh, girls, if all of this will actually happen,
I can't see blood,
I feel badly immediately after that.
Zoya...
I must to talk with you.
Girls, I'll catch up with you.
So?
The conversation will be very serious.
Speak up.
Now then,
I want to say to you...
You want to say something and keep silent?
In one word, I'm begging you terribly, Zayats,
let's end our feud.
Is it a deal?
It was her 17th spring!
And you know...
Lately, I'm so happy,
so happy.
And somehow I obtained everything at once,
my home, and the lessons.
And we are especially friends with mother, somehow.
And, all the time, so many thoughts come to my mind.
At one time, I dream that I would be a writer,
at another time, it seems to me that
the biggest happiness is to be a teacher.
And then another and another...
And it's all so good,
that sometimes I stop myself.
Zoyka,
aren't you too lucky,
in what you're getting?
Because, in fact, war is all over the world already.
And, of course, we also will have to fight.
But you know,
then I remember our whole life,
all that I saw firsthand.
So I'm sure,
that precisely we, precisely our country,
we have to achieve a thing,
that has never been achieved before.
But it's nothing that we were growing up happily,
and the fact that our heroes are kind,
and their feats are kind too.
Do you understand what I mean?
Don't you think that all these words,
are the words that the people always just say?
Well... that all of this goes without saying.
I understand it very well, Zaychik.
But I'm just not discussing it as much as you do.
I think, if we have to fight,
then we will fight.
And if we will fight...
Then we, it goes without saying, shall win.
And because of this, the future
seems to me even happier,
even lighter.
After all then, the whole world will change.
After all, it can't be that the people don't realize it finally.
They will realize.
Just think about it -
how good it is that exactly we
will have to do it.
And soon came the war
Push...
Girls, depart from here.
Oh what is it, guys?
Girls, pass on, girder.
Nothing, nothing, guys.
That's all right.
Pet'ka, come here!
Guys, faster! Careful!
Mikhail Yakovlevich...
What's the matter with you, Mikhail Yakovlevich?
Owl, darling...
Katyushka, quickly run for the doctor.
No no, not necessary.
I was slightly stunned.
Well here, my children,
they got to our books.
Nothing, noth...
Help me to get up!
Nothing... We will not let them!
We will destroy them!
Not even a trace of them will be left behind!
I know it.
I, an aged Owl!
My children...
Our whole life, we thought: what is happiness?
Now I know - happiness is to be fearless...
...fighter for our country, for my homeland!
I didn't recognize you at first.
Zayats, we just for a minute...
We just say goodbye and that's all...
And why you don't say anything to me before leaving?
Well... understand, Zayats,
Pet'ka and me were afraid that we didn't be succeed,
that our age will prevent us,
and we didn't want to blabber ahead of time.
At first, they even didn't even want to listen us...
Well, we have proved everything to them.
Zoya, what a difficult case we started...
In short, they have taken us in,
to school.
And I will be a tankman,
like my father.
Do you understand, Zayats?
Like your father...
Do you understand, Zain'ka,
at first, nothing worked for us,
and then, when it happened,
well... as always happens, suddenly all at once.
And we are called at once,
and it is necessary to leave Moscow, to the devil knows where.
And we barely have time to come to you.
Well... that's all.
Our whole life, we thought: what is happiness?
Now I know - happiness is to be fearless fighter for our country, for my homeland!
I know that I should, and therefore...
In the cold days,
when the enemy advanced up to Moscow,
in the Kolpachny lane,
near the building of the Moscow Committee of the Komsomol,
day and night, thousands of Komsomol members crowded.
They all wanted only one thing:
to defend Moscow!
Where to, snotty boy?
I'm not a snotty boy, I'm an old pioneer.
Hey Trehgorka, don't fall behind!
The Komsomol entrusted you with the defense
of our great capital.
Remember comrades, always remember:
you are from Moscow!
You are Moscow's Komsomols.
Let your martial deeds
be worthy of the high rank
of Moscow's Komsomols!
For the motherland!
The best of the best were selected,
and formed into groups.
Many of them went to the partisans.
And they are all covered with unfading glory
the battle banner of the Lenin Komsomol.
You have come...
It goes without saying.
I came.
Is it you, Zoya?
Yes, mommy.
And I was worried...
Alarms and alarms, but you still not coming.
This is the first time you got such a haircut,
quite like a boy.
Mommy...
I'm going to the front.
To the front?
How do you mean, to the front?
Yes, mamuska,
to the rear of the Germans, to the partisans.
Oh, Zoyka.
And, mommy,
I have only 3 hours to pack.
Mommy... mamuska...
Don't, don't grieve, my dear.
Mom, you understand, that..
I... I can't do otherwise.
Mommy...
Zoya...
Mom...
Understand, mommy,
everything is already decided.
Remember,
what did you alway advice me?
Mom...
I can't be another.
No. You can't be another.
Thanks, mamuska.
Mom...
Come here.
I somehow don't remember, why did you keep it?
You don't know?
I remembered.
You were young,
and dad came home from work.
And I told you a story.
It was just recently...
("Dnieprostroi - world electro-giant")
And now it was blown up.
Yes.
We were building it for you all.
Gave our last...
Didn't sleep whole nights...
Rejoiced...
You were building,
and we grew up together with it.
All the same, we won't have to live without it much longer.
Mom...
Fire! ???
Lieutenant Berg, ???
Russ, give up!
Hands up!
I'll throttle you, you dog!
Cursed dog!
Thank you Tanyusha, you helped me out.
I'm not Tanya, I'm Zoya.
Ugh... forgive me please.
You understand, I have a girl in Moscow.
Tanechka.
I thought that this is the end of me.
And suddenly it seemed as if
my Tatyanka was here,
and no reinforcements.
And you're here.
You're really here.
Well, go, go.
Yes, even Moscow is close, but far away.
Let's go.
So, you ran into barriers?
Yes, when it started to dawn.
We immediately had to go into battle.
Killed?
None.
Wounded?
Four, lightly wounded.
And, one left without a head.
How that?
I rashly left my cap to the Fritzes.
And they are neighing because of this.
Don't get upset,
we'll organize a new cap for you.
Well comrades,
we will defend Moscow together.
Petrov, chairman of the collective farm "Zarya",
now, commander of the partisans.
Fedorov, ball bearing [ammunitions factory]
Very well.
Hello comrades.
Hello.
Izotov, "Sickle and Hammer".
Very well.
Semechkin Semyon, MGU.
Okay too.
And this one, where did she come from?
The Komsomol has sent me.
Everywhere, the people rose to meet the enemy!
And Zoya, faithful daughter of the people, faithful daughter of the Komsomol,
did what thousands of people of our countrymen
did in those days -
townspeople, collective farmers, old people, young men and women...
But once she went out to perform a task and didn't return ...
Who are you?
Who?
Get up!
If you please, young lady.
??? Write!
Stand up.
Halt!
Get up!
You stubborn bitch.
Write!
or ... start blabbing
either you start blabbing right now
or I'll start singing another tune with you ...
may the devil take her
do you imagine I've endless time to waste
you ... you ... Russian wench
Even to die,
in order to make other people happy.
And actually, I like you more than anyone.
Well, now you are a Komsomol member.
We will destroy them! Not even trace of them will be left!
Where do you belong, girl?
Why do you ask?
Where are you from?
From Moscow.
Tell me, my darling, how are things in Moscow?
It is well in Moscow.
How long will we have to endure this anguish?
Not long, my sweet.
Not, not long.
I wish it were over soon... Oh God...
Oh my legs,
what have they done to you...
Floggings, freezing...
I want you to walk upon the native land...
Forward march, everybody line up!
what lazy bastards they all are
get going, you damned ... forward, march
How much of your life is yet unlived...
How I would hide you,
to warm you, not letting you go.
You're my bitter daughter...
What's your name, I don't know...
Remember me... as Tanya.
reporting the prisoners as ordered
Proceed!
Colonel, my I take some pictures?
go ahead, but hurry up.
step back
"Arsonist"
silly goose!
a festive meal for the chicken ???
Oh God... Oh God...
Oh my God...
Oh God... Oh God...
Why are you so sad?
Why do you look at me so mirthlessly?
My dears...
Everything will end well.
Necessarily well.
And I'm not afraid to die.
It is happiness to die for your own people,
for own country, for the truth!
what is she babbling?
silence her!
the comedy's over!
Comrades, be braver!
Fight against the enemies,
beat, burn,
smash the fascists!
All the same, victory would be ours!
Remember...
We are 200 million!
Silence her!
Farewell, my beloved.
Farewell, comrades!
THE END