Central Studio of Children and Youth Films
named after M. GORKY
By commission of the State Committee of the USSR Council of Ministers
on Radio and Television Broadcasting
SEVENTEEN MOMENTS OF SPRING
Part 2
Starring
Stirlitz - Vyacheslav TIKHONOV
Stalin - Andro KOBALADZE
Chief of Soviet Intelligence - Pyotr CHERNOV
Pastor Schlagg - Rostislav PLYATT Mueller - Leonid BRONEVOY
Kaltenbrunner - Mikhail ZHARKOVSKY
Klaus - Lev DUROV
Frau Zaurich - Emiliya MILTON Gabi Nabel - Svetlana SVETLICHNAYA
Guard at Stirlitz's cottage - Alexei DOBRONRAVOV
One-Eyed - Rudolf PANKOV
Narrated by Efim KOPELYAN
Having received today the Center's instructions,
Stirlitz could not know that 6 days ago
Stalin, upon familiarizing himself with the latest reports of Soviet agents,
summoned late at night the chief of intelligence and told him...
The detection of any fascist attempts at coming to terms
with the most aggressive
imperialist groups in the West
should be regarded by you
as number one priority.
I understand, Comrade Stalin.
Obviously, you must realize that...
the main figures of those possible separate negotiations
would most likely be Hitler's closest associates
who enjoy authority
both among the party apparatus
and the people they've deceived.
It's them, his closest associates,
who are to become the target of your intent observation.
No doubt that the closest associates of the tyrant,
being on the brink of downfall,
will betray him to save their lives.
Stirlitz could not and did not know that.
But as an experienced intelligence agent, he knew only too well
that such a directive of the Center was based on serious information,
that the mission he had been today entrusted with
was probably entrusted to several agents,
not only to him.
He also realized
that whatever separate negotiations might begin now,
they could not have changed the course of events
and the relationships that had been formed as a result of the war.
Strength, courage,
and victory itself
were on the side of his country.
Yet he had got a mission to fulfill.
And Stirlitz understood very well all its complexity.
He didn't even see at the moment how to approach it.
He only knew that to accomplish that mission,
he had to go up to the very top of the Reich,
to Göring,
to Goebbels,
to Bormann and Himmler.
If such negotiations had begun,
they had to be initiated by one of those four.
But who?
Getting down now to the final analysis of the material
he had managed to gather in all those years,
he had to weigh all the pros and cons.
He had no right to make a mistake in his analysis.
Who of the four?
Göring?
Goebbels?
Bormann?
Himmler?
Who?
02.15.1945 (08 hours 12 minutes)
Hello.
You look just right.
How long have you not eaten?
Three days. Work is work.
Now listen.
What should you concentrate your attention on?
On the pastor's role in the pacifist movement.
To whom in Switzerland he went and why, for example.
There is a traitor living there, Krause, who used to be a Minister.
But I'm mostly interested in how he will react to you as a Communist.
It interests me very much.
Standartenfuhrer, the column of prisoners is coming.
There have been changes. The pastor isn't at home, he's at the kirk.
What is he doing there? He's banned from giving service.
- He plays the organ. - The organ?
- He plays the organ. - He plays the organ?!
- Is there a cellar there? - I think there is.
Klaus, do you know where the kirk is?
- I got it. - Let's go, it's time.
Help me.
To the cellar, to the cellar...
To the cellar, to the cellar.
To Berlin.
And hurry up.
Your life line is long, easily traced,
and promises a full prosperity.
- Yes... - Well?
A full prosperity.
We can hope that everything will be even better and brighter in the future.
Good evening.
Would you like a beer?
No, thank you.
Please bring me cognac and matches.
Good evening, Mister Bolzen.
Good evening, Frau Zaurich. Will you join me?
Thank you.
I have an idea, Mister Bolzen.
All right.
If someone asks for me, I went to play chess.
Gabi, if someone calls, I'm playing chess.
Mister Bolzen, I think I'm going to win today.
Last time you thought so too.
Last time I was obviously not at my best.
Even Gabi said so.
Where's she? I haven't seen her for quite some time.
Oh, she's here!
She's as usual sitting as quietly as a mouse in her corner,
typing those wonderful articles of hers.
It's so cold in our house.
This is my lorgnette.
I think it's always cold there now, in winter and in summer alike.
These are my beads, they're very old.
They belonged to my mother. Yes.
The room Frau Nabel occupies is particularly cold.
It's a corner room.
It used to be my elder son's room.
Frau Nabel, the boss wants the menu to be retyped.
All right, Paul, I'll do it.
The boss wants it right away.
All right, I'll do it right away.
Did Frau Nabel know your son?
No, not at all.
Gabi never met him.
I made my move.
I got to know her...
well, when...
her house was bombed down.
Paul!
- Yes, sir? - More beer.
Right away.
What is this?
Checkmate?
No, that's no good. You didn't make that move, and I didn't make mine.
Put it back, mine is here and yours is there. That was no good.
I'll play the Kara-Kann defense. Only don't interfere.
- What will you play? - The Kara-Kann defense.
Well, go ahead.
Well, it's quite possible.
Oh, so you move here...
Well, well, well... No way.
Information to be pondered over. Göring.
Veteran of the Hitler Party, Reich Marshal, the Fuhrer's successor.
Married for the second time, has two children.
High-school education.
"Kill, kill and kill.
Don't think of the consequences.
You must know: I'll answer for all of you."
Hermann Göring.
In 1942, the Soviet Air Force
had shattered the myth of the German Air Force's invincibility.
And when the Allies' 800 airplanes
had broken the air defenses of the Luftwaffe
and destroyed and burned down Kiel,
Hitler was yelling at Göring in public:
"Not one enemy bomb will ever fall on the Reich!
Who was saying that to the nation?
Who was assuring the Party of that?
The leader's profession
is in the exact correlation of promises and their fulfillment, Göring.
And you have deceived the nation."
Göring was known as a heroic pilot of World War One.
After the Munich Beer Hall Putsch he fled to Italy,
and returned to Berlin only following the amnesty.
Hitler proposed Göring as candidate to the Reichstag.
He had to win the trust of the people.
But he felt much more at ease with the fascists,
and with the magnates that paid the Hitlerites.
Following the Nazis' victory,
Göring became Reich Marshal of the Air Force,
Reich President of the Reichstag,
Reich President of Prussia,
Reich Minister of the Air Force,
responsible for carrying out the 4-year plan,
Chief Forest Warden of Germany.
As early as 1935,
word went around the lower-level apparatchiks:
"Göring is no longer our Göring.
He doesn't receive his Party comrades as he used before.
He makes them stand in line in his office
to be signed up for an appointment.
He wallows in luxury.
He stopped mixing with the people."
At first it was said almost in whisper.
But when Göring built himself a castle, Karinhall,
where he had endless hunting parties,
the leader of the Labor Front, Ley, complained to Hitler.
"Göring's style," he said, "is corrupting the nation."
Goebbels added: "Luxury sucks in, my Fuhrer.
We must help our Hermann."
And Hitler went to Karinhall.
"Leave him alone," he said after a talk with Göring.
Only Hermann knows how to present himself to Western diplomats.
Let us regard this castle as the people's property.
Let's think that Göring just lives there."
It was near Karinhall that a concentration camp was built,
where at Göring's sanction experiments
were conducted on sick old people and children.
"That's what the nation wants," said Göring after a visit to that death camp.
It was from Karinhall that Göring gave the order
to destroy Guernica.
It was from Karinhall that he ordered to bomb Barcelona,
Warsaw, Moscow,
Coventry,
Belgrade,
Cracow, Leningrad.
It was where he returned after Hitler
for the first time subjected him to humiliating criticism in 1942,
after the Allies' air raids.
Since then he began to shun political activity,
moved away from his old friends, making rare appearances at receptions.
Though for everybody in the Reich
he remained the Fuhrer's successor,
his closest comrade-in-arms, Nazi Number Two.
Himmler once said to Schellenberg:
"That's it. Göring is finished.
Hitler will never forgive him for the bombing of Germany."
And so, Stirlitz eliminated Göring
because the Reich Marshal had lost the real power
he had had, in the first place,
and secondly, because at Hitler's sanction
he had been under the constant observation
of Himmler's secret service.
"No," thought Stirlitz,
in my war I shouldn't stake on Göring.
He's a colossus with feet of clay."
Who? Who?
Yes? I got you.
Who else was sharing your defeatist attitudes?
Who of your co-workers, subordinates, assistants?
Who?!
You're going to tell me, swine.
Go on with interrogation.
02.15.1945 (18 hours 38 minutes)
Top secret.
Personal file on Heinrich Mueller,
Gruppenfuhrer of the SS, Chief of the 4th Dept. Of the Reich Security
(secret state police, Gestapo).
Reference on Heinrich Mueller, member of the Nazi Party since 1939,
SS Gruppenfuhrer, Chief of the 4th Dept. Of the Reich Security.
A true Arian.
Of Nordic character, self-possessed.
Sociable and equable with friends and colleagues.
Merciless towards the Reich's enemies.
A good family man. No discrediting liaisons.
Proved an outstanding organizer of work.
I don't wish to awaken in you
the vicious chimera of suspiciousness
towards your Party comrades-in-arms.
But facts point to the following.
First.
Stirlitz, though indirectly,
is partly responsible for the failure
of the Cracow operation.
He was there when the city,
by some strange coincidence, remained intact,
though it was supposed to be blown up.
Second.
He was on the case of the missing V-2 rocket.
The rocket has disappeared.
I pray to God that it has sunk
in the marshes between the Wisla and the Wkra.
Third.
He's still in charge of a number of questions
relating to the retaliation weapon.
And though there're no visible failures yet...
there are neither
any breakthroughs, successes or tangible victories.
I would be happy, Mueller,
if you could now, before his files have been brought here,
refute my suspicions.
I like Stirlitz.
And I would like to get from you
a documented refutation
of my sudden suspicions.
I have never received any signals on him.
Yet... no one can be guaranteed against mistakes
and failures in our work.
So you think that I'm quite wrong?
No, not at all.
Certainly, we must analyze
the suspicions we've got from every angle.
Otherwise, why maintain my apparatus at all?
We all might be called then
loafers evading the frontline.
Do you have more facts?
What can I tell you...
I don't even know what to tell you.
I've asked to tape-record
his conversations with our people for a few days.
Those whom I absolutely trust openly talk with each other
about our tragic situation,
the stupidity of our military,
the cretinism of Ribbentrop,
about that idiot Göring,
about the nightmare that awaits every one of us,
if the Russians break into Berlin.
And Stirlitz just says: "Nonsense,
everything's all right, everything goes the right way."
Love for the Fatherland and the Fuhrer
doesn't mean a blind faith in your colleagues.
I asked myself: Perhaps he's an idiot?
We have so many dimwits who fecklessly
repeat Goebbels' abracadabra.
No, he's not an idiot.
Then why isn't he being honest?
Either he doesn't trust anyone
or he is afraid of something,
or he is scheming something
and wants to be crystally pure.
But in this case, what can he scheme?
All his operations must have an outlet abroad, to the neutrals.
I asked myself: Will he come back from there?
And if he comes back, wouldn't he get in touch there with the neutrals,
the opposition and other scoundrels?
And I couldn't find a definite answer,
neither positive, nor negative.
Yes...
Do you want to look at his file first,
or can I take it now?
You take it. I have to go to the Fuhrer now.
You've been drinking?
No, not a drop.
Why are your eyes bloodshot then?
I didn't sleep.
Too much work on Prague.
Our men are tailing the underground there.
It will get very interesting there in the next few weeks.
Kruger will give you assistance.
He's an excellent worker, though lacks imagination.
Have some cognac.
- It will perk you up. - I wish it did.
On the contrary, cognac makes me dazed. I prefer vodka.
This one won't make you dazed. Prosit!
This villa is a safe house.
At one time its purchase was transacted through dummy persons
and a Bolzen,
chief engineer of the people's chemical plant
named after Robert Ley,
got the right of using the villa.
He hired a guard, giving him a high salary and a good ration.
That Bolzen was Standartenfuhrer of the SS Stirlitz.
Today he came here to meet with
his agent provocateur, Klaus.
Information to be pondered over.
Goebbels.
Veteran of Hitler's Party, Reich Minister of Propaganda,
Obergruppenfuhrer of the SS, the Gauleiter of Berlin,
the architect of the Third Reich's new morals.
Married, has six children.
High-school education.
"You should be cruel and merciless when it comes to those
we're fighting against
and who are doomed by us for total annihilation.
No pity can ever stir in your hearts
for a Slav, a Jew, a Frenchman.
Remember: You are the future masters of the world."
Goebbels.
Leader of the Berlin Nazi organization,
Chief of the press, propaganda and culture, Joseph Goebbels
was known in the Reich as an orator and a political strategist,
the initiator of the banishment from Germany of Thomas Mann,
Albert Einstein, Bertold Brecht, Anna Seghers.
On his orders a fine publicist, von Oschecki, had been killed.
At his sanction, the best German journalists, Communists and
and Social Democrats were executed.
"The Possessed Nazi" - that was Goebbels' nickname in the Party.
Although Reichsfuhrer Himmler's officials called the Reich Minister
differently in their secret reports.
He was referred to by the codename
"The Babelsberg Buck".
Not once had the Gestapo agents spotted the Reich Minister
in the boudoirs of actresses during night orgies in Babelsberg.
But scandal broke out when it became known
that Goebbels had an affair with Czech actress Lida Baarova.
Goebbels was summoned to the Party office
and for 4 hours was subjected to humiliating questioning
about his affair with an inferior Slav woman.
Shortly after these events, which almost cost Goebbels
his career,
Stirlitz saw the Reich Minister at a book fair.
He remembered Goebbels' hands,
he remembered how carefully
Goebbels handled the book of selected speeches of Goebbels.
The same night, on Goebbels' orders books had been burned,
the books of Marx, Engels, Hegel, Kant,
Heine, Mann, Tolstoy,
Rolland, Gorky, Brecht, Seghers and many others.
The Reich Minister continued to expiate his sins
before the new moral of the Third Reich.
"I, like everyone of us, will prove to the Fuhrer my loyalty
by the readiness to give every drop of my blood for him," he said then.
Hitler had forgiven him only on the day of the assassination attempt
when Goebbels, the only one of Hitler's bonzes left in Berlin,
had obstructed the insurgent generals and taken part in their shooting.
It was on his orders that the mass arrests had been made in Berlin.
In those days hundreds of people were executed with no trial or investigation.
The Fuhrer had decorated Goebbels,
appointed him the Gauleiter of Berlin
and began to entrust to him trips to most vulnerable areas of the front,
where the defense was held by Volksturm men and Hitlerjugend boys.
And finally, in January 1945 the Fuhrer came
to Goebbels' house on his birthday.
That day Goebbels said to his wife:
"With my Fuhrer, I'll rise from the ashes.
With my Fuhrer, I'll perish.
There's no other alternative."
Goebbels was eliminated by Stirlitz as a possible candidate
for negotiating with the West, first,
because he had been already compromised at one time
and removed by Hitler from political power.
And this could never be forgotten either by his foes or by his comrades.
Secondly, he had no ties to the army or the secret police.
And no one would have sat down the negotiating table with a statesman
who had no real power behind him.
And, finally, he was fanatically loyal to Hitler.
London.
London was broadcasting cheerful music.
The Glenn Miller Orchestra
was playing a composition from "Sun Valley Serenade".
Himmler liked that film, and a copy had been bought in Sweden.
Since then the film was often screened in the basement
of the Main Office of the Reich Security.
Particularly during night bombardments,
when it was impossible to interrogate the prisoners.
So, Göring and Goebbels had been excluded.
Bormann or Himmler?
Bormann or Himmler, which of the two?
- Yes, Mister Bolzen? - Listen, Paul...
Today you can go to town to your children.
Be back tomorrow by 6 a.m.
And if I'm still here, make me strong coffee, the strongest you can make.
- All right, Mister Bolzen. - Now you may go.
Stirlitz was waiting for his agent. The name of the agent was Klaus.
He was recruited 2 years ago. He was willing to be recruited.
The former proof-reader liked to court danger.
He worked like an artiste,
disarming interlocutors with his sincerity and the bluntness of opinion.
He was allowed to say anything
as long as he delivered prompt results.
02.18.1945 (22 hours 34 minutes)
And here I don't agree with you.
You're so ardently trying to persuade me that man descended from the monkey,
as if you've met that monkey and it whispered something into your ear.
Did God whisper into your ear that He created man?
And the existence of God can't be proved, you may only believe in Him.
- You believe in the monkey, I in God. - No.
I believe not in the monkey, but in the man.
Which descended from the monkey. Yes, yes...
Did he serve food to you there?
How do you...
You believe in the monkey in the man,
and I believe in God which is in every man.
In every man? Do you see Him in the Fuhrer? In Himmler?
I caught him, didn't I?
Yes.
Why don't you answer my question?
Where's He in the Fuhrer? Where's He in Himmler?
It's a tough question.
I see you weren't lucky with your cellmates.
And we had just amazing debates.
You know, Pastor, I got my education in prison.
Honestly.
In our cells there were no easy questions.
I had pickpockets as my cellmates.
With them, you know, it's not debates that you get.
I see you miss a good debate.
Well, I don't know...
Thank you.
- Well, how is it? - Good.
Just delicious, thank you very much.
And what is this?
What is this?
These are the children of my organ player.
Twins.
He gives them music lessons.
Well, he is not supposed to, but I allowed him to.
One is out of tune.
Ludwig, the one that is shorter.
Great.
Yes.
Great.
But how about my question?
It's like this.
We're talking with you about human nature.
Of course, in any of those scoundrels, Hitler and Himmler,
one might find the traces of, so to speak, a fallen angel.
But their whole nature had been so much subordinated to the laws
of brutality, violence and lies
that essentially there has been nothing human left in them.
No, Pastor, you're evading a definitive answer.
You know, that skillful habit of yours
to evade definitive answers
had once alienated me from the church.
Wait, wait, but from the camp you ran to the church.
That's true.
But anyway I know I'm right here.
Because if I were a son of God, why should I have run from the camp?
I would have just died there, turning up the other cheek.
What do you mean, "turning up the other cheek"?
You're projecting a Biblical parable
onto the real machine of the Nazi state.
Just think: A parable about human conscience and Nazism,
a machine which is principally devoid of conscience.
Well, I don't know...
You're not going to treat a stone on the road
or a wall you run into as a being like you.
Great.
You know, Pastor, your place is in Rome, with the tribunes.
But even here, I catch you red-handed.
So, according to you, to denounce
everything base and horrible in man is possible?
Yes, of course, but not what was inborn, only the acquired.
Fine. I was telling you that I was a journalist before my arrest.
And my reports had been banned
both by the Nazis and the Church.
As for the Church, apparently
it was against you because you were wrong
in treating the nature of man too severely.
No, I wasn't treating the man.
I was showing the world of thieves and prostitutes.
The Hitlerites considered it a slander against the supreme race,
and the Church a slander against the man.
I'm not afraid of the truth.
You are. All right, maybe not you, but your colleagues.
I was showing the wretched, the fallen, who wanted to go to church,
but the Church pushed them away,
because the flock didn't want to accept the fallen in church
and the pastor never went against his flock.
It's hard for the pastor to go against his flock.
But he shouldn't go after his flock either.
I'm not condemning you for the truth.
I disagree with you about the prognosis for the man's future.
In your argumentation you're not so much a pastor as a politician.
And in each man you only see a politician.
It's like seeing in a slide-rule
just a tool for driving nails in.
Besides, you... you get very nervous when you argue.
But you shouldn't, you're with a friend.
No...
I get nervous not because of our argument.
You see...
I would like to...
get in contact with my comrades.
But I don't know...
you...
Come on, speak up, speak up.
I've saved you from the pursuit
and I will help you find your comrades.
But you're still too weak.
You're not ready yet for your struggle.
I can't let you go like this.
You should first get strong.
You had nothing to smoke at the pastor's.
I was just suffering without tobacco.
The old man is a great talker,
but I felt like hanging myself with nothing to smoke.
But how do you...
When you smoke,
you begin to cough, haven't you noticed it?
Really? No, I haven't noticed.
Well...
So you're sure that the old man will put you in contact?
Yes.
He will do anything for me.
Actually, the fact he was hiding a fugitive from the concentration camp
speaks eloquently of his attitude towards the regime.
More than anything, I love to work with intellectuals and the clergy.
It's just amazing to see a man willingly going to his death.
Sometimes I felt like yelling to him: "Stop! Where are you going, you fool?"
Have you got any canned fish? I'm just going mad without fish.
Nervous cells, you know, need phosphorus.
I will get good canned fish for you.
- Which do you prefer? - I like it in oil.
- Domestic or? - The latter.
It may be not patriotic, but I prefer
foodstuffs and drinks made either in America or in France.
I'll get you a box of real French sardines.
Thank you.
They're in olive oil, very spicy and contain a lot of phosphorus.
I looked at your file yesterday.
I would pay a lot if only I could have a peek at it.
It's not as interesting as it may seem.
When you laugh,
when you talk or complain about your bad liver,
it makes an impression, especially
when one knows you've carried out an intricate operation.
But your file is boring.
Just reports and denunciations.
Everything's mixed up: Your reports, reports on you.
No, it's not interesting. Something else is intriguing.
I have calculated that on your denunciations,
on your initiative, 97 persons have been arrested.
And none of them said one word about you.
Absolutely none.
Though they did quite a job on them in the Gestapo.
Why are you telling me this?
I don't know. Sort of trying to analyze it.
Did you feel any pangs of conscience
when the people who'd given you refuge were later arrested?
The devil only knows.
Perhaps I felt strong coming into single combat with them.
I got carried away with the fight.
As for what happened to them later...
I don't know.
And what will happen to us all later?
Well, you may be right.
After us the deluge.
Besides, our people... it's just cowardice,
baseness, greed, snitching, it's just in everyone.
You can't be free among the slaves.
So wouldn't it be better to be the freest among the slaves?
All those years I've been absolutely free spiritually.
Tell me, who came to the pastor last night?
- Nobody. - About 9 o'clock?
No, you're mistaken.
At any case, nobody came from you. I was alone there.
- You put the house under observation? - Of course.
Nobody came last night.
But the night before, his sister was there.
Oh, he just loves her! He knows her by her footsteps.
- He has a sister? - A sister and two nephews.
He adores them, and he knows it's her as soon as she opens the door...
So you're sure that the old man will work for you?
As you know, I always get results.
Of course he will!
Actually, I feel in myself the calling of an oppositionist,
a tribune, a leader.
I'll overwhelm people with my vigor and logical thinking.
And that pastor is a very dangerous man.
You think so? Why?
Someone's made a big mistake by letting him free.
Perhaps. All right.
Good work, Klaus. But don't brag too much.
Now to business.
For a few days you'll be living in one of our houses.
Because after that you'll have to do...
a very serious work.
Though it won't be my department.
Take a sheet of paper from the gray file
and write the following.
Standartenfuhrer,
I'm deadly tired.
I've got no more energy.
I worked in good faith, but I can't go on.
I want to rest.
That's all. Klaus.
What for?
I think it would be good for you to go to Innsbruck for a week.
There are casinos there
and young female skiers still sliding down the mountains.
Without this official letter I can't secure a week in paradise for you.
I might be accused of being too liberal towards my favorite agents.
Thank you. Though I've got enough money.
There's never too much money. Or is there?
No, there isn't, actually.
They say it's very expensive now to treat that... influenza.
Try to recall again: Has anyone seen you at the pastor's?
There's nothing to recall. Nobody.
We'll drop the letter on our way to your new house.
Get an envelope.
And write another one to the pastor, so that there may be no suspicions.
Try to write it yourself. I won't be disturbing you.
Here's my third draft.
Honesty involves action.
Faith is founded on struggle.
Therefore, I can't forgive myself for inaction.
Inaction is worse than treason.
I am leaving to carry on struggle.
- Well? - Great.
Have you ever tried to write?
No.
If I could write, would I have ever be...
Go on. Aren't we being honest with each other?
You wanted to say that if you could write
you would have never worked for us?
Something of the sort.
Not something of the sort, but exactly that, isn't it so?
Yes.
Good for you. Why would you be insincere with me?
No reason at all. Finish your cognac and let's go.
It's dawn already, the bombers may be here very soon.
How far is the house?
About 10 km away, in the woods. It's quiet there, you'll get a lot of sleep.
Tell me, Klaus, about that Minister Krauze,
did he say anything about ex-minister Krauze?
No, not a word. I wrote about it in my report.
He immediately went into his shell. I was afraid to press him.
You did the right thing.
- And nothing about Switzerland? - Absolutely nothing.
All right, we'll try to approach him from a different side.
Sure. The important thing is that he agreed to help me.
Atta boy, that pastor!
Oh, what a beauty!
And the smell, eh? Ravishing!
I'll surround myself with books now and read to my heart's content.
Books help me get prepared for work.
- Do you like reading? - Yes, I do.
Me, too. I love to read.
A good book makes man cleverer,
sharper, even more complex, I would say.
Oh, what a beautiful place!
It smells so good of rot.
For some reason, all those condemned to death,
with whom I shared a cell before their execution,
just loved to confess their love for nature to me.
And, you know, they put it in such beautiful words.
Amazing words, I would say.
You know...
Screenplay by Yulian SEMYONOV
Directed by Tatiana LIOZNOVA
Director of Photography Pyotr KATAYEV
Production Designer Boris DULENKOV
Music by Mikael TARIVERIYEV
Lyrics by Robert ROZHDESTVENSKY
English Subtitles by T. Kameneva
End of Part Two