Central Studio of Children and Youth Films
named after M. Gorky
By commission of State Committee of the USSR Council of Ministers
on Television and Radio Broadcasting
SEVENTEEN MOMENTS OF SPRING
PART 7
Starring
Stirlitz - Vyacheslav TIKHONOV
Pleischner - Yevgeny YEVSTIGNEYEV Kathe - Yekaterina GRADOVA
Barbara - Olga SOSHNIKOVA Helmut - Otto MELLIES (GDR)
Himmler - Nikolai PROKOPOVICH Schellenberg - Oleg TABAKOV
Mueller - Leonid BRONEVOY
General on the train - Nikolai GRITSENKO
Bormann - Yuri VIZBOR
Kaltenbrunner - Mikhail ZHARKOVSKY
Landlord of a secret flat - Vladimir SMIRNOV
Owner of a bird shop - Yevgeny GUROV
Narrated by Yefim KOPELYAN
Partaigenosse Bormann,
I appreciate that you've put trust in me.
Take a seat.
I saw you somewhere.
Remove your camouflage.
Yes.
- I definitely saw you. - Right.
When you decorated me with a cross, you said
I look more like a math professor than a spy.
Right.
And now you look more like a spy than a professor.
Tell me, what's wrong?
Let's go to the Anzee.
Today, on March 10,
armies of the 2-d Byelorussian Front
conducted successful battles to defeat the enemy Pomerania group of troops.
Armies of the 3-d Ukrainian Front
repelled fierce attacks
of the huge enemy infantry and tank forces
north-east off Lake Balaton.
At the cost of big losses enemy troops succeeded in
penetrating our defense in some sectors of the front.
Armies of the 4-th Ukrainian Front,
with the assistance of Czechoslovakian units,
launched an offensive operation with the aim of
capturing the Moravia-Ostrow industrial area
with the subsequent advance on Alamoutz and Prague.
03.13.1945 (22 hours 20 minutes)
Top secret.
Personal file on Barbara Krein,
Unterstarfuhrer of the SS (4-th Dept. Of the Reich Security)
Reference on Barbara Krein,
Nazi Party member since 1944, Unterstarfuhrer of the SS.
A true Arian.
Of Nordic character, firm.
Irreproachable duty performance.
Maintains level and friendly relations with her colleagues.
An athlete. Merciless to the Reich's enemies.
Not married. No discrediting liaisons.
Ladies, welcome to the table.
I've never thought I'll be celebrating my birthday in such a way.
With a Russian secret agent and a shell-shocked soldier.
I understand you.
Yesterday it was my husband's birthday.
I also wanted to celebrate it differently.
Shall I take the baby to bed?
Thank you, Helmut, I'll do it myself.
In compliance with instructions, Helmut will do it.
Here you go.
- Happy birthday. - Thank you.
It's time to go to bed.
Sleep.
To have kids and nurse them - that's a woman's mission.
All the rest is chimeras,
made up by corrupted bourgeois democracies
and Stalin's regime.
People must be fit and strong.
There's nothing purer than healthy physiological instincts.
I'm not afraid to speak of it openly.
What do you mean?
Today with one, tomorrow with another, in 2 days - with a third one?
It's dirty.
The family is sacred and unshakable.
But can't I be in bed with my husband, the father of the household...
Here you go.
Thank you.
...Can't I enjoy the power of love
if he were a second, a third or a fourth partner?
You must liberate yourself from modesty, it's also a chimera.
If my husband and I love each other like we want,
there'll be no adultery.
Women cheat on their husbands seeking strength.
Probably, you don't agree with me.
- I don't. - Why?
- Just don't. And that's it. - It's not an answer.
Women desperately want to produce a favorable impression -
this trick is as old as the world.
Do you really think that our sweetie Helmut will prefer you to me?
He's scared of Slavs, and besides, I'm younger.
I hate women.
Why?
Why do you hate us so much?
Women are worse than villains.
With villains all is clear, but with women...
First she'll be as sweet as honey, but then she'll let you down.
Atop of it, she'll cheat on you with your friend if you're not that active in bed.
Your wife cheated on you!
Excuse me, may I go to my room?
And what's wrong?
There're no air-raids today.
And you haven't started to work yet.
So you can stay a bit longer than usual.
I'm just worried about the baby, worried he's woken up.
And why should he wake up?
Helmut, how long was the baby on the balcony?
An hour before lunch and an hour after. It's still freezing outside.
It's better for him to be in the room, not to catch a cold.
Maybe, you'll let me sleep in the same room with him?
I'm afraid that mister...
doesn't sleep well in the same room with the baby.
No, I do sleep well.
He's very calm and never cries.
It's forbidden.
You and your baby are supposed to be in different rooms.
I won't escape.
We have very good locks.
It's impossible to run away from here.
There're two of us here, and the locks are highly reliable.
I'm sorry, but I have my commanders' orders.
Try to talk to your boss.
And who's my boss?
Standartenfuhrer Stirlitz.
He's a kind man and can go against his superiors' orders,
in case you do well in your work.
For some the best stimulus is money, for others - men.
You have the most effective stimulus to work diligently -
your baby.
You're right.
Can I take them?
You wanted to say something?
Tell me...
if you were in my place...
would you agree to cooperate
to save your kid's life?
Hard to say...
By the way, you haven't given your baby a name yet.
- I'll call him Vladimir. - After whom?
Was your father Vladimir, or his father?
- What was his name? - Whose?
- Your husband's. - Erwin.
I know it, I'm asking about his real, Russian name.
I knew him as Erwin.
Didn't he tell you his real name?
Was he called Erwin when you were wedded?
- We didn't have a wedding. - It's a lie.
It's true.
Or better to say, we had it here.
I was dropped here together with Erwin.
I guess, your agents, like agents round the world,
know each other by their codenames.
Only my boss back in Moscow knows that my real name is Katya, not Kathe.
And, probably,
some people who were linked to my husband here,
his local bosses.
Okay, go and have some rest.
Tomorrow you're going to Ransdorf.
This is your idea
to travel the places your husband used to go to, right?
Yes.
It was my idea.
Our people, who are at large, can see me and it'll calm them.
And, besides, I'm not sure that the local resident
doesn't have another transmitter.
And he can inform Moscow of our failure,
unless he gets a signal that I'm at large.
In this case...
this game of yours will go down the drain.
Your local resident doesn't have
a second transmitter.
And thank God,
that you are with Stirlitz.
He has a reputation for being liberal and logical.
Tomorrow he is to take you there. Did he tell you of that?
I don't know who I'll go with. The investigator didn't mention it.
I just informed him it would be advisable to do it,
but he didn't say who would take me there.
These are the fingerprints
taken off the receiver in the government hotline room.
And these are the fingerprints from the Russian radio operator's transmitter.
They're identical.
What can it mean?
It means that we need to calmly, quietly, unofficially
take fingerprints from all our staff.
From all?
From all.
I need your sanction.
You've got it.
Do you need my fingerprints?
Or, maybe, let's keep them?
If only for history, Reichsfuhrer.
What about Bormann's driver?
He held out for three hours.
But then we pressed him.
He confessed that at night someone got in his car.
He didn't hear the conversation, as they rolled up the glass partition.
He was shown over two hundred photos.
But he didn't identify Bormann's interlocutor on any of them.
What are you going to do with him?
Maybe...
a car accident?
I don't know, I don't know.
Judging by your words, the driver is an honest man.
And we don't punish honest people.
Think of something yourself.
Okay, I'll come up with something.
Good.
For me it's harder to think of something, when it comes to the Fuhrer's deputy.
I think, Reichsfuhrer, for you it would be much easier to do.
But if you think it's my responsibility, I'll come up with something.
But do it fast.
I'm not going to put up with double-dealers here.
Stirlitz got to the Swiss border to get his <> ready.
Like Schellenberg, he thought that an open smuggling of the pastor
across the border could give undesirable publicity to the operation.
This entire operation was being carried out, bypassing the Gestapo.
According to Schellenberg's plan, it was Stirlitz
who was to expose Schlagg,
after the latter had done his job.
All the last days before the departure
Stirlitz, with Schellenberg's sanction, was busy preparing candidates
for the pastor's would-be conspirators.
All these people served Nazism fervently.
These are, so to say, conspirators,
who're delegating our peace-maker pastor to Bern.
Berg, Schwalp, Neibut.
They're from Ribbentrop's office.
Krauze,
Frunditz, Blutner.
These are Goring's people from the Luftwaffe.
I picked diplomats and pilots
so that they compromise, respectively,
both Ribbentrop and Goring.
Note...
Schwalp...
is Bormann's man.
It's also to our advantage in our game.
Bormann's envoy in the Foreign Office.
A dirty conspirator.
These people, apart from all,
were at different time recruited by the Gestapo as informants.
Good.
Very good, Stirlitz.
It can come very handy in the future.
We must keep Mueller on a lead, and this is a lead, and a tight one.
Good, very good.
In this way we cast a shadow, both here and in the West,
on those who are seeking peaceful contacts, bypassing us.
And there they clearly discriminate between the Gestapo, Bormann
and our department.
And here, too, when we expose this conspiracy, it'll be beneficial if all
the criminals are linked to the Gestapo.
Coffee?
Here you go.
The passengers of the train shuttling between Scandinavia and Switzerland
were now practically exclusively diplomats.
Stirlitz had seat No 16.
In the next carriage, seat No 46
was taken by a professor from Sweden
with a common Scandinavian surname of Svedeborg.
Thank you.
Are you German?
Unfortunately.
Why unfortunately?
Because I'm not given another cup of coffee.
Here they give authentic coffee at the first request
only to holders of foreign passports.
Really?
And I was given
a second cup.
I have brandy. Want a drink?
Thank you.
I have brandy, too.
But you, probably, don't have salami.
I have salami.
Then, we are both eating from the same plate.
What's your rank?
I'm a diplomat, a councilor of the Foreign Office 3rd Department.
So it's you whom everybody blames.
It's you who are guilty of all this.
Why?
Because you shape the foreign policy.
Because it's your policy that led to the war on two fronts.
Cheers.
Are you from Mecklenburg?
Right. How did you know that?
By <>.
Northerners save their effort on vowels.
That's true.
Could I see you at the Aviation Ministry last night?
No, I wasn't there.
Stirlitz was there yesterday.
He gave a lift to Pastor Schlagg to the Aviation Ministry.
My face is rather peculiar:
All people think they saw me somewhere.
You're stereotypic.
Look like many others.
Is it good or bad?
For spies it's probably good.
But for diplomats it's probably bad. You need easily remembered faces.
- And for the military? - For the military?
Now the military must have strong legs.
And what about heads?
Why should we have heads? They think for us, and we just execute.
Legs are important for us, just legs, to take to the heels in time.
Aren't you afraid to speak so to a total stranger?
But you don't know my name.
I can easily find it out,
as you face sticks in the memory.
Are you for real?
Shit, I've always thought that my face is quite common.
Doesn't matter.
You'll have to write a report
exposing me, then they'll have to find a second witness,
and so time will pass and it'll be all over.
And not those ones, but these ones will be putting us on trial.
And you, diplomats, will go first.
You killed, you destroyed, you burnt, and we will be brought to trial?
We executed orders.
It was the SS that burnt, we fought.
Has anyone invented a new war technique - no burning, no victims?
War is a necessity, this way or the other.
But not such a dumb one. This was is a war of amateurs.
He decided he can fight without academies, just by intuition.
He decided that he was the only one who knew what we all needed.
He decided that he was the only one who loved the great Germany,
and we all think of nothing else but how to sell it over
to the circumcised Bolshevik Cossacks.
What are you saying?
Circumcised Cossacks. It's something new. I've never heard of it.
You can expect anything from the Reds.
By the way, from the Americans, too.
I've been fighting them for a year.
Their own military equipment will destroy these idiots.
They think they can win a war exceptionally with air-raids.
They'll build up their technical might and end up bogged down in it.
It will destroy them like rust.
They think it's permissible for them to do whatever they want.
The Reds think so, because they're barbaric and poverty-stricken.
The Americans think so, because they're too rich.
Therefore wars are a necessity.
No link.
What?
I say, there's no link, your hypothesis doesn't hold together.
But it does.
The state is like people.
They hate anything static.
Borders oppress them.
They need dynamics, it's self-evident. Dynamics are war.
But if you, fucking diplomats, mess it up again,
you'll be destroyed, to the last man.
We executed orders.
We are soldiers like you, the Fuhrer's soldiers.
Come on, stop fooling around. The Fuhrer's soldiers!
Ajunior officer who stole his general's boots!
I'm afraid to speak to you, General.
Don't lie.
Now the whole Germany is speaking like this, or at least, thinking.
And what about guys from the Hitler Jugend?
Do they think likewise when they go against Russian tanks?
They die, saying <>.
Fanaticism will never bring ultimate victory.
Fanaticism tires people.
And then this very fanaticism
dissolves in the loser's thoughts and behavior.
Fanatics can win only at initial stages.
But they can never hold this victory, as they'll get tired of themselves.
Then why won't you raise your division?
- A corps. - The more so.
Why won't you surrender?
And the family?
And the fanatics in the headquarters?
And cowards, for whom it's easier to fight, believing in a mythical victory,
than go to the allies' camp?
But you can issue an order.
They normally order to die.
But no army in the world has ever issued orders to preserve life,
surrendering to the enemy.
- But if you get such an order? - From whom?
From this neurasthenic?
He's dragging us all into the grave together with him.
It's scary to die alone.
If all in a bunch- it's easy, you can even have fun.
But if you get such an order from Keitel?
He has an ass instead of a head. He's a secretary, not a military man.
Okay, then your commander-in chief in Italy.
Kesselring? He'll never agree to it.
Why not?
He came out of Goring's headquarters,
and it's obligatory that the one, who works under a leader's supervision,
loses initiative.
But gains skills how to dodge.
He becomes an analyst, but loses his ability
to take decisions on his own.
And prior to taking such a move,
he'll definitely rush to the buck.
To whom?
To the buck, that's Goring.
Are you sure that Kesselring can't be talked into taking such a move
without Goring's sanction?
If I were not sure, I wouldn't be saying it.
Do you believe we have prospects for the future?
Yes, I believe we have prospects for the future.
The prospect of close death.
That we will all die, in a bunch.
Trust me, it's not scary,
as long as it is in a bunch.
And our death will be so totally shattering
that the memory of it will
make ache the hearts of many generations of Germans to come.
I bequeathed to my kids...
Be damned any democracy in our Reich!
Any democracy in our country is loaded with just one thing.
With a dictatorship of petty shop-keepers.
The more freedom we enjoy, the more we long for the SS,
for the secret police, for concentration camps.
For universal fear.
Only then we feel relaxed.
No need to dispute
over your views on the future of your homeland.
No responsibility whatever.
Just put up your hand saluting the one who's doing this job for you,
just snap out <>,
and everything will be clear.
No worries.
Have a good journey. Thank you.
Today the border guards have no job here, my carriage is empty.
Do you want <> cigarettes?
- Hail Hitler. - Hail Hitler.
I wish you to crush all your enemies.
Thank you.
- We'll crush their heads. - I don't doubt it.
So, the Swedish researcher with a Scandinavian name in his ID,
professor Pleischner, was going to Bern.
He was going to Bern with a dispatch for Moscow
about the work done, and about Schellenberg's mission,
and about contacts with Bormann, and about Kathe's failure.
In this dispatch Stirlitz asked to send a contact
and specified when, where and how he could meet this contact.
Now he'll head to the local border guard office to get a car there,
to go to the far-off mountainous border guarding post.
There, shortly after, the pastor will illegally enter Switzerland.
03.14.1945 (08 hours 37 minutes)
Gottmandingen border guard post
Now I understand why you're so complaisant.
In this snow-blue world
it's hard to imagine either famine,
or air-raids, or devastation.
If I had to smuggle across the border not one man,
but, let's say, a company,
and without any sanction
from my superiors,
it could've been done quite easily, we would've made a deal.
Why do you think so?
I think, that time has come when
we need to negotiate it all together.
What do you mean?
You wanted me to be honest with you, didn't you?
Do you believe people can be honest with each other?
Sure.
Even us? Me, the SD colonel, and you, the army lieutenant?
- I'm sorry, Colonel. - That's OK. Go ahead.
You can be honest with me, but don't try it with others. It's my advice.
And especially about why I'm here.
Now...
For me not to worry, let's go over the lesson again.
Shortly before you leave, Mister Teacher,
I am to get a telegram from Berlin.
<<Mother has had an attack.
If possible, send medicines. Hans. >>
Which means:
One car, without a driver, with the keys,
must be waiting on the street near the station.
Another car, also with the keys,
at the eighth kilometer by the creek close to the border.
And in Quadrant 5, it's on the border already,
there must be left new skis of the Swiss make,
hand-knitted mittens
and, finally, ski-boots, size 42.
43.
Sorry, 43.
The boots should have a Bern firm label.
Everything's correct.
Lieutenant, I'm sure you remember
that you can answer all questions,
related to this mission,
only to Reichsfuhrer Himmler, personally.
Only to him, and no one else.
Call for a car, I must be off to the station.
Bern, Switzerland.
Pleischner knew the text of this telegram by heart.
Hans Frock, George Vlll Street, Stockholm, Sweden.
The contract will be signed at the <> hotel, in three days.
Send your terms to this address.
Urgen.
Pleischner accomplished Stirlitz' first assignment.
Here you go, 2 franks.
In a day this message will be read in Moscow.
Through Wolf in Bern, Himmler entered into negotiations with Dulles.
Yustas.
Pleischner was on his way to a secret flat
at the address, given to him by Stirlitz.
He had two hours before the meeting.
There was an ampoule with poison in this cigarette.
Pleischner had to use it as a last resort,
when there would be no other escape.
Now it all seemed so naive, a kind of kids' game.
Here, in Switzerland, where people hadn't had wars for 80 years,
all that was happening to him and to others there, in Germany,
seemed nothing but a nightmare.
Flower Street.
Otto asked me to tell you, that he waited for your call...
last night.
Come on in.
And Pleischner entered the flat,
though he was not supposed to do it, without getting the counter-sign:
<<Strange, I was home, probably he got the wrong number. >>
Thus, that was his second error.
Well?
How is he there?
Here.
It's all written in here.
Excuse me.
Make yourself comfortable, take off your coat, I'll be right back.
The intoxicating air of freedom played a joke on Professor Pleischner.
The Soviet spy's secret address was uncovered by the fascists.
And they were waiting for guests here.
The first guest to come was Stirlitz' contact,
Professor Pleischner.
This should be rushed to our embassy.
Take the keys to the back door.
And don't make any noise, remember, we have a creaky door.
Tell them at our embassy
to place this guy under surveillance.
I'll try to hold him up and get him talking.
He's an amateur, and, probably, is just being used.
I'll try to stir him up. Go ahead.
We're having beautiful weather here. And how are you doing there?
How's the boss?
Is he fine?
Yes. Everything's OK.
- Want some coffee? - Thank you, with pleasure.
- Are you comfortable in the hotel? - Yes, quite.
And how about the <>?
My room's on the 2nd floor and faces the back yard.
In Germany we don't have what you have here.
These bastards sell real dish-water to their people.
And here they sell authentic Brazilian coffee.
Yes...
I haven't had such coffee
for 10 years.
A long-forgotten taste.
Some Greeks taught me to drink strong coffee with cold water.
Want to try?
I've never had coffee with cold water.
Contrasting temperatures and tastes create a very special sensation.
And it lessens the load on the heart.
Really? Very interesting.
What did he ask you to say in words?
What?
What did he ask you to say to me in words?
Nothing, just to hand over the ampoule.
Strange.
Why?
I thought he'd tell me when he would be coming.
He didn't say anything to me.
I forgot to ask you. Perhaps you're hungry?
No, I had a very substantial breakfast.
How about money?
Thank you, I have enough for a start.
If you need money, don't hesitate to come.
Surely, I can't give much, but I'll always
find some money for you to get by.
Thank you.
By the way, did you check if they were tailing you?
Tailing?
- What's this, following? - Right.
I didn't pay any attention, you know.
That's careless of you.
Very careless.
Didn't he instruct you on it?
He did instruct me.
But you know, for the first time in many years,
especially after the camp, I felt free
and, you know, I, kind of, got intoxicated.
Thank you for reminding me about it.
You mustn't ever forget about it.
The police are cunning here, very cunning.
Okay.
Do you have anything else to say?
Me? Nothing.
Give me your ID then.
But he said I must always have my ID with me.
Did he say that from now on you were supposed to follow my orders?
No.
Right, that's in the coded message you brought me from him.
We'll think of the best pattern of accomplishing the mission.
What are you going to do now?
I'll get back to the hotel, lie in bed and try to have a long sleep.
I mean your work.
No, first, I need to get a good sleep.
I've dreamt about sleeping for a whole day,
two days, three days, before getting down to business.
I left all my papers in Berlin.
But I remember all my works
nearly by heart.
You'll come to collect it the day after tomorrow, at 2 o'clock.
We'll get you registered at the Swedish Consulate ourselves.
Great.
Better to say, we'll try to do it.
The Swedes are acting like bastards, the further on, the more impudent.
Who?
The Swedes.
In every one who's arriving from Germany,
they see a Nazi agent.
They don't care what kind of German you are:
A patriot, fighting Hitler,
or a Gestapo sleuth.
So we have to be very careful.
But he didn't say that I must get registered at the Consulate.
It's all in the coded message.
- Want some more coffee? - No, thank you.
The coffee was really excellent.
Especially with cold water.
Have you informed him that everything's OK with you here?
Or do you want me to do it?
I think you'd better do it through your friends.
Right, I'll do it through my friends.
But you inform him too, and promptly.
I wanted to do it today,
but I couldn't find a stamp,
which I must stick to the postcard.
The day after tomorrow I'll get you
the stamp you need, if it's on sale now.
What should it have on it?
The conquest of Mont Blanc, only it must be blue.
Okay. Do you have the postcard with you?
No, it's at the hotel.
That's bad.
You can't leave anything at the hotel.
You're a foreigner, it's possible they'll be shaking you down.
But this is just a postcard.
I bought ten of them in Berlin.
And I memorized the text.
So there be no error
on my part.
You must never forget it.
You can't be too careful, comrade.
Remember, this is just a seeming tranquility.
He warned me.
Give me your address, just in case.
The <>. The <> holiday hotel.
- Americans staying there? - Why?
Normally, they stay at the hotels bearing their names.
- There seem to be no foreigners. - We'll check it.
If you see me in your hotel,
don't come up to me and don't greet me.
- We don't know each other. - Okay.
And now this: In case of emergency
call me. My number is 388-16-16.
- Will you remember? - 388-16-16.
See you the day after tomorrow.
Want to buy anything?
No, I'm just admiring your birds.
The most interesting species are inside.
I'm different from the other sellers.
The other sellers put the most catching birds in their shop-windows.
But I think that birds are notjust items of sale.
Birds are birds.
Sometimes even writers
drop in to listen to my birds.
And once one of them said:
<<Before I descend into the hell of a new book,
I, like Orpheus, must indulge in listening to the great music of birds.
Or else I won't be capable of singing to the world the song,
which will find its Eurydice.
- Thank you. - For what?
- Thank you. - Welcome. See you.
Schellenberg told me
that he'd asked Stirlitz to go on a mission.
I think it makes sense.
Rolf will be operating by contrast.
Prisoners,
after having a malicious investigator, are especially drawn to a kind one.
Stirlitz is kind, isn't he?
Yes?
I'm listening.
Mueller thought for a moment
whether to say about the fingerprints
on the secret phone in the hotline room,
and that these fingerprints were absolutely identical to those
on the Russian radio operator's case.
But weighing it all, Mueller decided to tell Kaltenbrunner
neither of this nor of the fact that he had unofficially collected
fingerprints from his staff.
Kaltenbrunner will rush it and have a fit of hysterics.
And if he has a chance he'll shift the blame for the failure on him,
Mueller, that he's overlooked an enemy in his own house.
It suited Muller that the fact of the conversation
of someone from the Reich Security with Bormann
was known to Himmler, but had bypassed Kaltenbrunner.
This state of things made it possible for him
to maneuver between these two forces.
Yes.
No, go ahead, please.
Do you want me to check on how Stirlitz is getting on with the radio operator?
Why?
Why must you check it?
He's especially efficient in the way of radio games.
And shall I give Rolf a free hand
with the Russian <>?
With the <>?
No. Let Rolf operate by contrast with Stirlitz.
They have the same goal, don't they?
And the means to reach it can be different.
- Anything from Russians? - Not yet.
How are the decipherers doing?
They're half-way to the success. The code is very complicated.
Press the <> well.
I don't believe she doesn't know the resident's cipher.
Stirlitz uses his special methods on her.
Stirlitz is away, so tell Rolf to put some pressure on her.
03.15.1945 (02 hours 14 minutes)
Don't put on the light.
Written by Yulian SEMYONOV
Directed by Tatiana LIOZNOVA
Cinematography by Pyotr KATAYEV
Production Designer Boris DULENKOV
Music by Mikael TARIVERDIYEV
Lyrics by Robert ROZHDESTVENSKY
English Subtitles by Galina BARDINA
End of Part 7