THE YOUTH OF MAXIM
“Where’s this street, where’s this house, where’s this girl I’m in love with?
Here’s this street, there’s that house, here’s the girl I’m in love with.
The blue globe is twirling and turning…”
Screenplay and realization: GRIGIRI KOZINTSEV, LEONIG TRAUBERG
Cinematographer ANDREI MOSKVIN
Sound technician ILYA VOLK
Cast: BORIS CHIRKOV, STEPAN KAYUKOV, VALENTINA KIBARDINA, MIKHAIL TARKHANOV
The sound was registered with Kinap equipment of A. F. Shorin’s system
Printed by the copying factory named after 1st of May
Produced by: LENFILM 1934
Dear Ladies and Gentlemen,
happy coming 1910th year! Hurray!
Prologue.
In the evening of December 31st he could be seen at Filippov’s cafe.
What does the famous deputy Purishkevich wish?
He wishes that Russia got rid of the Jewish tribe in the incoming year.
What does the operetta star V. V. Kavetskaya wish?
V. V. wishes that the ugly Oira dance was replaced by a more elegant one.
What does the author of the occult novels
Kryzhanovskaya-Rochester predict?
The incoming year is under the astral sign of Capricorn
which promises order and nirvana.
Then he was waiting for a horsecar.
Give alms to a disabled soldier of the Russo-Japanese war.
One hour later he entered a house on the Petersburg side.
Happy New Year!
Who’s there?
Do you sell a used sofa, an old Persian carpet,
and Scottish sheepdog’s litter here?
Happy New Year!
RUSSIAN SOCIAL DEMOCRATIC WORKERS’ PARTY.
PROLETARIANS OF ALL COUNTRIES UNITE.
TO ALL THE WORKERS OF PETERSBURG. COMRADES! …
Russian Social Democratic Workers’ Party.
Comrades workers,
one more year of lockouts, gallows, and police brutalities has passed.
The enemy triumphs.
Years are passing by
and we live, comrades.
We enter this new year
as a small but united force
following a tough path.
Let the Black Hundred exult within the Duma or out of it,
let the Reaction rage -
the enemy class won’t make a single step
without adding a new and a fresh force to our Party.
Comrades, let’s celebrate the incoming year with courage.
It will bring great changes.
Happy New Year, comrades!
Let us drink,
but in honor of what?
To our victory, of course!
Where?
Tell Antonov.
Take side streets,
blend into the crowd in the prospect.
Look more cheerfully - it’s a New Year…
Hold him!
Pavel!
An amazing meeting of two party movements on the New Year’s Eve.
I am followed.
When ten years ago we were reading Marx with you…
Dear Ladies and Gentlemen,
a Happy New Year!
Mr Professor has a floor.
Don’t you recognize him?
You? Are you still alive? Free?
Alas, the Revolution is dead.
Gloom, defeat, death.
You live, nevertheless.
Is that me?
It’s my shell that lives,
while my soul is in Petropavlovskaya fortress.
Lest both his shell and soul should get to Petropavlovskaya fortress,
shelter him till morning.
Oh no, I am having a banquet…
You want us all to…
But if you need money, here you are…
Are you leaving?
And you?
Please, no speeches.
You’ll need them there.
Goodbye!
Ten years ago we didn’t read Marx with you.
Happy New Year!
Gentlemen! Gentlemen!
Mixed with the crowd, wanted Polivanov, alias Minin,
alias Sedoi escaped in the unknown direction.
A Happy New Year, Sir!
What a beautiful night.
A beautiful night.
The end of the prologue.
Three comrades lived in St. Petersburg behind the Narva outpost.
Maxim!
Dyema!
I saw a wonderful dream:
as if they gave us an unchangeable ruble for a holiday.
You can eat or drink, and it always stays with you.
And then I dreamed of you:
we went to Liteyny prospect to choose brides and got to the police station.
The police officer took our ruble away and ordered to bury us.
We are lying in a tomb and singing:
“God, save the Tsar…”
Maxim!
“The blue globe is twirling and turning over my head.
Twirling and turning and is about to fall, a lad wants to steal a girl.
Where’s this street, where’s this house, where’s this girl I’m in love with?
Here’s this street, there’s that house, here’s the girl I’m in love with.”
“Where’s this street, where’s this house, where’s this girl I’m in love with?
Here’s this street, there’s that house, here’s the girl I’m in love with.”
“The blue globe is twirling and turning over my head.
Twirling and turning and is about to fall, a lad wants to steal a girl.”
“Where’s this street, where’s this house, where’s this girl I’m in love with?
Here’s this street, there’s that house, here’s the girl I’m in love with.
The blue globe is twirling and turning over my head.
Twirling and turning and is about to fall, a lad wants to steal a girl.”
Where have I seen this mug before?
Hey you, stop! Hold her!
Hold her! Hold her!
Help!
- Who are you? - He’s chasing after me.
Russian Social Democratic…
It’s not clear.
Let’s meet and I’ll explain.
Lord will provide.
You stupid…
As for the meeting, it’s better in the circus in the evening.
The present French wrestling championship welcomes
the following wrestlers:
the world famous wrestler Ivan Zaikin, the world famous…
Let’s go.
Maxim!
The chief has come.
Today in the workshop a proclamation with the criminal content was found.
I won’t report this to the police if the workmen
honestly tell who brought these leaflets into the workshop.
Hats off!
We searched the whole factory and haven’t found.
She escaped.
Go to the chief!
Fortune.
Mr Foreman, machines in our workshop haven’t been mended for two months already.
Maxim got a chance to make his way in life.
The foreman told me you had been helping him to find a suspect.
Good for you.
If only we could have a guy
who’d find out how such people get to the factory,
then we’d give him some extra ten rubles for a coat for holiday.
- Fifteen. - What fifteen?
The coat for holiday costs fifteen rubles.
You’re no dummy.
Look into my eyes and answer honestly.
Are you affiliated to illegal circles?
Have you ever attended forbidden meetings?
You have read certain books, haven’t you?
I have.
And who gave them to you, and what were they about? Do you remember?
Let me tell you from memory.
“Off, off from this nest of wiles and evil!
Rocky ravines and faithful friends
who are like thunderbolts for tyrants and villains are awaiting me.
Consumed by desire a charming countess pressed her pretty shapes against him.
‘Ha! Ha-ha!’ she exclaimed.
‘The bloody Nana will make you forget the whole world!’
But the ataman whistled up and jumped upon the horse.”
- Stop! What’s this? - Anton Krechet, the famous robber.
I haven’t asked you about this sort of books.
The forbidden books, where bad things about the Tsar
or manufacturers are written.
Have you read of this kind?
No, I haven’t read such.
And who could have brought these leaflets to the workshop? Don’t you know?
I know.
The pope.
We had a prayer service the day before yesterday,
the priest was handing out booklets, and he might have…
You silly thing!
Though, it may be even for the better that you’re stupid.
- So, are you taking it up? - What?
Are you laughing at me?
Are you going to inform me about your comrades or not?
Nothing special, the worker was injured, he got caught into a machine.
“The sea stretched far and wide, the waves are raging in the distance.
Comrade, let’s go far away from this land.
Comrade, let’s go far away from this land.”
Sir, our comrade got caught into a machine, he needs help.
Don’t you know how to behave? You importune me with trifles.
Your comrade was drunk, that’s why he got caught in a machine.
Address the relevant authorities.
- It’s you I’ve been looking for. - And we’ve a favour to ask you, Stepan Yakovlevich.
I’ll do everything. I’ll load you with gold.
Do you know the Sunday school?
Maxim and Dyoma went to Sunday school.
I say it again, you give political lectures instead of lessons.
You flaunt regulations. I will watch closely your lessons myself.
As you wish.
Do you recognize her?
Stay here and I’ll run for the police.
Let’s get out of here, that’s a shady deal.
I had a dream of a girl with a mustache, by god!
Let’s continue with percent problems.
Let us revise the definition of percent.
A percent of a number is a hundredth of this number.
The word percent comes from the Latin expression pro cento
which means out of hundred or per hundred.
Kiselyov!
Write down:
tube A fills in one hour and forty minutes 0.9 of the pool.
Tube B gives in one hour 6.5 percent more than tube A.
In what time will the pool be filled if two tubes are open?
One contractor hired 56 people for twelve days.
They worked for eleven hours per day
and were paid 0.7 ruble per day.
The contractor fined them 112 rubles,
and, while paying them, cheated each of 0.2 ruble.
All in all the workers got… X rubles
and the contractor 550 percent of profit.
What do we get?
We get son of a bitch!
Students…
Others must stay.
Stay!
Your Nobleness, it’s her! By god it’s her!
- I protest! - Leave!
It’s you, right?
I captured a political rascal, I captured, your Nobleness!
First of all you have no right to tutoyer.
Second, I have never seen you before, fortunately.
And third, if you, scoundrel, dare to use again such expressions,
I’ll throw this stool at your head!
Here’s my passport.
And this is a visiting card of Prince Svyatopolk Mirsky.
What time is it?
Half past eight.
At nine sharp I’m giving a lesson to a son of his Excellency.
Your Nobleness, may be it’s not them, I saw them from a side.
They were chasing the young lady.
No, I didn’t chase her.
And I was following him.
I certify, the other one was…
red and of this height.
Mademoiselle, you can go to his Excellency.
I apologize, it’s my duty.
Your Nobleness, I see clearly now, it’s her.
Fool.
Stepan Yakovlevich, you promised to help Andrei. Please, see to it.
Go to hell with your Andrei.
I’ll go…
to get drunk.
I’ll drink till all is blue!
Take this for Andrei.
It’s not much, each gave a ten-kopek coin.
Wait,
give it some time.
In the morning at the Mitrofanievskoye cemetery Andrei was buried.
He’s young, like Andrei.
Go back to your places!
Hats off!
Farewell, comrade!
We shall bury you in our own way, in workers’ way.
“You fell victims in the deathly struggle
of unselfish love towards your people.
You gave whatever you had for it,
for its honor, its life, and freedom.
Sometimes you languished in moist jails.
Judges and executioners had passed their ruthless judgment on you,
and you went with irons clanking on your feet.
And the tyrant is feasting in luxurious palaces,
drowning his anguish in wine.
But the fatal hand had long been drawing
threatening letters on the wall.
The time will come and the people will awake
great, powerful, and free.
Farewell, our brothers! You have walked with honor
your road of virtue and dignity.
You fell victims in the deathly struggle
of unselfish love towards your people.
You gave whatever you had for it,
for its honor, its life, and freedom.
Sometimes you languished in moist jails.
Judges and executioners had passed their ruthless judgement on you,
and you went with irons clanking on your feet.
And the tyrant is feasting in luxurious palaces…”
Have you prepared the demand?
The workers should know what is demanded…
“…drowning his anguish in wine.
But the fatal hand had long been drawing
threatening letters on the wall…”
Include the committee of elders.
“The time will come and the people will awake
great, powerful, and free.”
They will gather at the factory,
in order to be seen.
THE ARA PILLS ARE THE BEST IN THE WORLD
“…your road of virtue and dignity.”
Gentlemen!
Go back with peace and goodwill.
We will deliver the dead body to the hospital ourselves.
Your Nobleness!
Dead can’t be healed!
Gentlemen! I warn you!
I warn you!
Gentlemen!
I warn you!
“Where’s this street, where’s this house, where’s the girl I’m in love with?”
Comrades!
That’s nothing, he’ll wait.
Go back with peace and goodwill.
The dead man had also gone back to his machine with goodwill
and he got to it.
So why are you standing?
Go back with peace and goodwill… to die!
Stop! Where are you running?
We have nowhere to run. We won’t have peace anyway.
They are killing us like dogs.
They are shooting, let them shoot.
That’s right, Maxim!
Strike, comrades!
Strike, comrades! Strike!
Strike, comrades!
Don’t surrender, comrades! Don’t surrender!
Don’t surrender, comrades!
Don’t surrender!
Bastards!
Don’t take him, take me, I’m a drunkard.
Why him? For the truth?
Your Nobleness, what for?
Don’t surrender, comrades! Don’t surrender!
And Maxim went to the University.
Wet. Seal.
Stay still.
Shooting.
Height 169.
In the sitting position 133.
Foot - 24.
Blue eyes.
Even teeth.
Voice.
Say clearly and distinctly: c-o-r-n.
Corn.
Say: A-ra-rat.
Ararat.
Say something else.
Go to hell.
Good. Get out.
So…
There’s no one to sing songs with,
no one to talk to…
unless to myself.
Hello Maxim,
are you holding on?
I am.
How are you?
Not bad.
It was raining the day before yesterday.
“A dashing troika is tearing along,
a village policeman is riding his horse.
Someone’s sweetheart is standing aside and crying.
Someone’s sweetheart is standing aside and crying.”
One must not sing.
I saw you, my friend.
You were giving a speech, very good.
Why are you feeling down?
Is it your first time in prison?
The first.
As a long-term resident of Kresty, Butyrka and Yakutia
I give honors to a young guest.
What’s your name?
- Maxim. - Oh, Maxim.
- Are you literate? - Of course.
Do you like reading books?
I do.
Which do you like the best?
- Anton Krechet. - Serious reading!
Tonight
they will take five people for execution:
Kachkov Fedor,
Ivanov Stepan,
Zaltseman Yakov,
Savchenko Dmitry…
Dyoma!..
Chief, let me go!
Dyoma for execution…
You must not make noise.
I had a wonderful dream:
I enter the Tsar’s palace, I just felt like chatting with Nikolashka.
I look around - and the throne isn’t there.
There’s an armchair
and in it our Maxim is sitting.
Maxim became the workers’ Tsar.
He looks at me gently and says:
“You lived, Dyoma, like a swine, but you worked from morning till night.
What do you feel like doing now?”
And I tell him:
“Your Majesty Maxim, I just want to live decently.”
And he says: “Live, get your room with your own bath,
work 8 hours and study to be a minister.”
What a foolish dream!
Stand up!
Get ready.
Farewell, comrades!
Farewell, Maxim!
Dyoma…
Farewell, Dyoma!
Farewell, comrades!
Do you sing the Warsawian?
“The enemy winds are blowing over our heads.
- Black forces are oppressing us.” - Louder!
“We entered a deathly battle with enemies,
unknown fates are awaiting us.
But we will proudly and boldly raise
the banner of the workers’ struggle.
The banner of the great battle of all the peoples,
for a better world and the holy freedom.
To a battle bloody, holy and just,
march, march forward workers people!
To a battle bloody, holy and just,
march, march forward workers people!
The worker still starves nowadays.
Brothers, shall we keep silent?
Can the sight of the gallows frighten the young eyes
of our brothers at arms?
To a battle bloody, holy and just,
march, march forward workers people!”
Bastards! Murderers! Just you wait!
“We loathe the tyrants’ crowns,
we venerate the chains of the people-martyr.
The thrones covered with the people’s blood
will be reddened with the blood of our enemies.
To a battle bloody, holy and just,
march, march forward workers people!
To a battle bloody, holy and just,
march, march forward workers people!
The enemy winds are blowing over our heads.
Black forces are oppressing us.
We entered a deathly battle with enemies,
unknown fates are awaiting us.
But we will proudly and boldly raise
the banner of the workers’ struggle.
The banner of the great battle of all the peoples,
for a better world and the holy freedom.
To a battle bloody, holy and just,
march, march forward workers people!
To a battle bloody, holy and just,
march, march forward workers people!”
To a battle bloody…
…holy and just…
…march, march forward…
…workers people!
Stand up!
Why don’t you stand up?
My mother told me not to.
You eat your bread for nothing,
you can’t even strike.
My father used to really beat me on holidays.
You, your Nobleness, are just a mongrel compared to him.
Is this the way to beat?
May be he beat you like this?
Not like this.
- And how did he beat? - Like this.
You bastard!
Help, comrades!
Comrade, let it be gallows,
let we parish
but teach me how to tear with my teeth the throats of these bastards.
Who told you that I want to perish?
Even together with you.
I want to marry,
I’ll put my grandsons to the socialist University.
Parish…
Anyone can parish.
Hold on!
They’ll put the noose around your neck, but you get out of the noose!
The cause is waiting for us out of prison.
If you seriously want to be with us,
the Party will take you.
Not to parish but to vanquish!
Natasha!
First, I’m not Natasha,
it’s been half a year already that I am Maria Ivanovna.
Second, right out of prison and in front of a stranger, right in the street…
Fool!
Fool… fool, fool…
And where are you going now, Maxim?
I am not allowed to be in St. Petersburg,
nor in Moscow, or in Kiev, Kharkov,
and in other 33 provinces.
So now I will live…
between heaven and earth.
And Maxim started to live between heaven and earth.
“I like to sit in the summer with a fishing rod over the river
and with a bottle of vodka and a glass at hand.
And with a bottle of vodka and a glass at hand.
You’d bait,
cast the line, take a nip and lie down on the sand.
You’d cast the line, take a nip and lie down on the sand.
You’re lying and fish is biting, uncertainty has gone.
At times you get so drunk that you can barely stand up.
I like to sit in the summer with a fishing rod over the river
and with a bottle of vodka and a glass at hand.
And with a bottle of vodka and a glass at hand.
At times you get so drunk that you can barely stand up.
You are sitting and the fish is biting, uncertainty has gone.
At times you get so drunk that you can barely stand up.
At times you get so drunk that you can barely stand up.”
Go, everyone is there.
“I like to sit in the summer with a fishing rod…”
Comrades!
Hundreds of our comrades died in prisons, in exile, at hard labor.
Let’s pay our last respects to them.
Who is from Putilovsky factory?
- Isn’t it you, Taras? - I am.
How many Bolsheviks are there at Putilovsky?
Well comrade, our Putilovsky workers go always ahead,
there are 40 Bolsheviks at Putilovsky, comrade.
And I am from Kolpino, comrades.
Three years ago you’d have never found one of ours, but now…
They pushed too far with tariffs, fines, black lists.
We also put our hand to it:
25 people - an army.
There are five of us,
there was the sixth, yesterday he was arrested.
I’m from Novy Lesner…
[calling out factory names]
There are many of us.
Comrades,
I’m going to read you a letter of Vladimir Ilyich Lenin.
“The phase of a new upsurge is beginning.
No persecution can stop the movement,
for the masse of the people has risen,
millions began to stir.
Persecution only rouses the struggle,
draws into it more and more fighters.
At present our Party is passing through difficult days
but it is invincible,
just as the proletariat is invincible.”
Put on pace!
Stay still, comrades!
Stop!
Let me go!
Don’t try to escape, Mr Social Democrate.
155 men,
7 inspectors, 3 police officers
and the chief of the guards himself.
It’s an army...
You won’t escape.
It’s the last men of yours that we are arresting -
the cream of the Party.
We’ll take generals
and will be done with it.
That’ll put a lid on it.
So you may lie still, Mr Bolshevik.
“I like to sit in the summer with a rod over the river...”
What are you waiting for?
Run to Natasha.
The leaflet must be made.
Run! We’ll hide him here in the pits.
RECH’
Policeman!
Are you alright?
And you?
I must take lunch to my father’s work.
And where does your father work?
Over there, not far, at the depot.
- Take me to your father. - Let’s go.
All right, old man.
We die but once.
Go ahead, fellow, get in!
- Did you have a meeting? - A meeting.
Will you come to tell what has to be done?
I will.
Brother, you’ve been away for so long! What joy!
You saw your brother at last!
He probably does not love you, doesn’t come to see you.
He loves me very much, Ivan Semyonovich!
I love her very much!
I shall leave.
I enjoy visiting you, my neighbor.
You live quietly and piously.
May be I should woo you.
The conference is arrested, Polivanov is wounded.
We need a leaflet right now.
I’ll write it.
“Comrades!
The oppression of the reaction strengthens.
The best people of the working class are in jail.
The Committee of St. Petersburg.
Comrades, help!”
That’s not right.
Is this the way to write?
Write!
There are rumors that the Party’s Committee is arrested.
Lies!
The Committee is free and functions.
The best proof is this leaflet.
Up the solidarity strike!
This doesn’t seem bad.
RUSSIAN SOCIAL DEMOCRATIC WORKERS’ PARTY.
PROLETARIANS OF ALL COUNTRIES, UNITE.
TO ALL THE WORKERS OF PETERSBURG.
COMRADES! THERE ARE RUMORS THAT THE PARTY’S COMMITTEE IS ARRESTED.
LIES! THE COMMITTEE IS FREE AND FUNCTIONS. …
All right.
This leaflet proved useful.
Now we can let you act independently.
They are waiting for people in Sormovo.
It is tough there, but that means it is worth going.
Go ahead, get ready, Maxim.
Go, Maxim!
Go well.
Remember who you are - Petersburg’s Bolshevik.
Prepare a passport for him.
PASSPORT WITH NO FIXED TERM.
ISSUED BY MOSCOW MESHCHANSKY DEPARTMENT IN 1909, 7 AUGUST.
PAVEL AGAFONOVICH MOLOKANOV.
Here you are, Maxim.
Get used that you are not Maxim anymore but Pavel,
Pavel Agafonovich Molokanov.
That’s how Maxim’s youth finished.
See you, Maxim.
And how shell I see you again?
During deportation, or in a secret meeting?
Or maybe, who knows, in the street, at barricades.
And now, good bye and see you Maxim.
“The blue globe is twirling and turning over my head.
Twirling and turning and is about to fall, a lad wants to steal a girl.
Where’s this street, where’s this house, where’s this girl I’m in love with?”
Happy journey, Maxim!
“Here’s this street, here’s this house, here’s the girl I’m in love with.”
See you, Maxim!
THE END