Mosfilm Studios
'Vertical' Studio
Supported by the Federal Agency for Culture and Cinematography
and by the government of Moscow
present a film
based upon Vladimir Dudintsev's novel
''Man Shall Not Live By Bread Alone...''
Written by Vladimir VALUTSKY
Directed by Stanislav GOVORUKHlN
Photography by Yury KLlMENKO
Production Designer - Valentin GlDULYANOV
Costumes by Marina ZDORNOVA
Sound by Yan POTOTSKY
Edited by Vera KRUGLOVA
Music by Johannes Brahms
Author of Musical Composion and Conductor - Sergei SKRlPKA
Produced by Ekaterina MASKlNA
Starring:
Svetlana KHODCHENKOVA, Mikhail ELlSEEV
Victor SUKHORUKOV
Alexei PETRENKO
Alexander ROZENBAUM
Varvara SHULYATYEVA Evgheny GRlSHKOVETS
There we are. Let's go home, to ravioli.
MAN SHALL NOT LlVE BY BREAD ALONE...
Stanislav GOVORUKHlN's film
- They are come! - Thank God.
- Hi. - Hi, Shura.
Nadezhda Sergeevna!
Welcome! Welcome, Leonid lvanovich.
- Waiting for us, eh? - Of course.
You've been long in coming.
Gee, a new fur-coat.
- Do you like it? - Of course!
You owe us a 'new fur-coat' drink then.
l've a present for you too.
All right.
Lots of snow.
Mother, do you hear me? We are come.
Of course l hear you, l'm not deaf.
This is Drozdov speaking.
What is this?
Black heel, an in thing.
And try this on too.
l'll dance and reel, flash my black heel!
Where is my driver with his landrover?
- Gone to pick some sour cream. - Hey:
don't send them on errands without my permission!
Or l'll tell them not to obey you.
You, commander! Command over your new wife.
Turning up your tail on your mother, eh.
What about the dinner?
'Dinner'...
They're transferring you to Moscow. Will you take me along?
No one will accept us without you in Moscow.
How do you do, Leonid lvanovich.
Welcome back.
- So, leaving to Moscow? - l need to see Ganichev.
There is that inventor, he came about pipes.
l'm busy!
Tell him l'm sorry. Let him drop at my place...
...on weekend.
Turn towards the fuel warehouse.
'Spare not Sweat or Life for your Country!'
Move to the very middle!
Bashashkin!
- l'm here! - Come up closer.
- The heating pipe burst. - What?
l can't hear you! Come up closer!
Don't let us shout across the yard.
The pipe burst.
lt burst before my departure. lt's no big news.
- We'll repair it tomorrow. - And something else.
Have some firewood brought to that inventor,
l mean Lopatkin. A couple of cubic metres.
- Leonid lvanovich... - Sign it off.
You're a fuel god here.
Mommie...
One should foresee his chances.
Hi, Dmitry.
You teach school again?
No, l just came here on business.
Well then, see you.
Well, Syanova, how do we translate this phrase?
'Soviet Union' - do you know what it means?
The USSR.
What does the USSR mean for you and for all of us?
Our homeland.
The Soviet Union is my homeland.
Good for you. You get a four mark.
But next time... What is it, Rimma?
Yesterday you put me a bad mark for prompting.
Syanova is having prompts from Vyaltseva and Khanapetova.
- No. - Silence, girls.
Let Syanova settle our doubts.
lf you had prompts, l'll put you a bad mark, too.
l had prompts.
Take your place.
l put you a three mark, for your honesty.
Next time l won't pity you.
- Nadezhda Sergeevna! - We came about Syanova.
Theirs is a big and poor family.
She has to do the chores, that's why she studies poorly.
- We're helping her. - Good for you.
Only help her rather than by prompting.
- Where does she live? - At the end of Akkermanovka.
Go.
The guests are all uppers - it's like a region council meeting.
And that hefty guy!..
They say he came from Moscow on a plane.
Don't be such a feather brain. The town has no aerodrome.
A skidded plane landed. l saw myself from afar.
The guards won't let me step closer. He must be a big bug.
No grudge for my having poached your best experts?
You must understand it was not my whim,
but a governmental task l had to carry out.
So, thanks for your help and your welcome.
And l wish you success
at your new ministerial post.
lt's hard bread that befell you, Leonid lvanovich.
Here's to you.
May you be happy.
Be sure and come for a-hunting, Rostislav Petrovich.
Nice parts, ours.
l'll come with great pleasure.
- Will they give you a flat? - l think so.
Flats at Peschnaya street have low ceilings.
But they build nice ones along Kaluzhskoye highway.
Let's make some room for the ravioli!
- At last! - Ravioli!
- Urals' recipe. - Sit down, don't fuss.
l'll first put them on the table.
There's some military fellow that came to you.
Not 'fellow', you hill billy, it's a 'man'.
l came on weekened, but l chose the wrong moment as l can see.
No, come on in.
We don't let guests leave without being welcomed.
- But l... - Don't be shy.
lt's all our people here.
- How do you do. - More people coming.
- How do you do, Dmitry. - Good evening, Nadezhda.
Take my place here.
Nadya, treat the guest.
- Some vodka? - All right.
l am from the expert commission,
lnstitute of Casting.
Not long ago l received
a project of a new tube-casting machine,
it's very much like what you are doing.
Here is to your health.
By the way, that man is from Muzga, too.
What can that mean?
Please meet the author of the project.
- Dmitry Lopatkin. - Pleased to meet you.
What is your opinion of another machine,
the one built by Avdeev?
lt's an old say in casting.
No, it's a real contemporary thing.
This machine is a result of collective effort,
unlike yours, that of a loner.
l'm a loner, but not a selfish one.
Thanks, but l must go.
- Did you take offence? - Good bye.
- Eat something. - Dmitry Alexeevich!
lt's disrespect towards the hostess!
- Dmitry Alexeevich! - l'm sorry.
- But... - l'm sorry.
He was shell-shocked at the front.
Hence this die-hard attitude.
Here's to your health.
Everyone's wrong, but he's a saint.
Why this anguish? He could draw his machine,
teach physics, get his ration cards,
but he must needs to be a martyr,
to prove he is smarter than academician Avdeev.
The oak forest is rustling...
How do you do, Nadezhda Sergeevna.
Hi, Sima.
You came to see us?
Yes.
Come on in.
Hi.
Hi. Come on in.
Mom, Masha is kicking me again.
Hush. Take another place.
Come and have some of our baked potatoes.
No, l came on business.
- What business? - l'm Sima's teacher.
l came to ask you
to relieve Sima from some home chores.
But l can see now it's impossible.
Yes, that's how it is.
l myself have to take some overtime job.
Her mother is good for nothing.
Because she is ill.
But we have another mistress here.
Do you care for some fresh milk?
The housework is on her shoulders. Step to that part of the room,
it's lighter there.
Meet our permanent tenant.
- Dmitry Alexeevich. - Hi.
But of course, you've met before.
Yes.
Please, take my seat.
Have some of our baked potatoes.
Agasha, hand me over a plate.
My dear pedagogue, you see our whole family before you,
our big co-operative engaged in work:
not drinking or idling.
So, it's your work here, isn't it?
Yes.
What is the essence of it?
May l have a smoke? Just one cigarette?
Sure. Everyone is smoking nowadays.
Not what we are smoking, though.
l don't want you to share the general opinion
about my person being a local madman.
ln my time l graduated from the university.
Here is some milk for you.
- Thanks. - Then the war... l was wounded.
l came to Muzga to teach physics.
Once l took my class for an excursion to a foundry.
l saw how they cast tubes there.
lt was like in tsar times,
with their 'pit' method.
Cast iron poured from a shank ladle into an earthen form.
lt seemed to me so barbarous that l designed a machine
for uniterrupted spun casting.
So, in a patent agency,
they found my invention quite useful and original.
l lived with a thought of being useful.
They summoned me to Moscow.
l and uncle Peter even danced forjoy.
l quit my teacher's job. l went to Moscow.
l learned my project had been shown to Avdeev.
- Academician. - And during the discussion
he said expertly: 'it's fake'.
lf an academician says something is fake,
the minister won't let it be realized.
Then Avdeev came to have a similar idea.
You mean he...
And he stole it in such a vulgar way!
His is a method of tsar's times,
- only with no shank ladle. - And?
l continue my work.
This here is a new, developed version.
l sent a note to Moscow.
An invitation is pending.
The rest you heard at the table, in your house.
You mean you don't even get ration cards now?
They've taken a new teacher of physics.
But, as they say, Man shall not live by bread alone...
We rather need Whatman paper. not ration cards.
You could turn to the manager of the plant.
l and Dmitry were simple-hearted enough
to turn to Drozdov for some Whatman.
He gave us two sheets, enough only for a wall paper.
Though, now we have some Whatman.
Plus Chinese ink.
From here you're sure to find the way.
- So, 'farewell, Muzga'. - You received a wire?
My appointment was approved in Moscow.
We'll have a flat there. Leaving in three days.
- So, let's pack things. - l want to ask you, before
- we started packing our things. - Go ahead.
How could you, intelligent people,
raise such a show yesterday?
You mocked him as a madman, in front of a guest from Moscow,
the whole pack of you,
especially - after he had left.
You mean that inventor?
Why do you feel so concerned?
He doesn't even get ration cards.
He was offered to work at Avdeev's machine,
but he's a martyr, an elated creature,
a genius!
l don't believe in elated creatures.
Because 'genius' has 'riff-raff' background.
l'm 'riff-raff' for him.
Yes, l'm a descendant of riff-raff,
a laborer of a joint cause.
Don't smoke here, Lenya.
This is how l judge people,
whether they're good or bad builders of communism.
l've the same approach towards myself.
They sound like the plant exploded or something...
What are you blabbering about?
You, nightingales, whistlers! When did it burst?
Who was on duty? He is laid off to hell!
How bad was the burst?
No victims? Mercy buckets!
- What happened? - Don't call Avdeev!
lt's just work, normal black work.
l'm coming - l can't rely on you whistlers.
Good afternoon,comrades.
Guess whom l met yesterday?
Our Dmitry Lopatkin.
Hot tea, great.
lsn't it ridiculous
a brilliant physics teacher renting a corner,
no bread ration cards, only drawing, drawing
1 400 parts,
1200 proportions.
Of course l respect his obsession.
But it's not a time of lonely geniuses today.
You can make a difference only in a collective.
The management not once offered him to join a team
designing a similar machine. But it's something inferior to him.
How do you do, colleagues.
Here is your certificate.
Thanks.
Good bye.
Have you come for a long visit to Moscow?
lt depends on your hospitality.
Today everything will be clear.
Well, l wish you luck.
Thank you.
Take your seats.
Please, comrade Lopatkin...
So, the project of a machine
for spun casting.
Busko is here.
Tube-casting should be a mechanical process, not manual.
And our machines are just instruments of manual labor.
The physics of cast iron offers huge opportunities:
we don't take advantage of its liquid matter.
Please, stick to the point.
We know from school cast iron is liquid, steel is heavy.
My machine has two significant features:
it's not a tool - it's an automatic machine,
which means a five-fold increase of output.
lt means a four-fold economy of space,
so we can build a four times bigger tube-casting plant.
We've nothing against that machine.
But we need theoretical basis, whereas
you came with no figures or theory, something
which could be instrumental for calculations.
You're a teacher of physics, aren't you?
Yes, in the past.
But you didn't become an engineer,
and, excuse me, this means
your theoretical bankruptcy.
You wanted to design an absolutely new machine,
to randomly feel your way, so to say.
But this is a thing impossible in science.
No one has confronted me with concrete arguments yet. Please do.
l wasn't here from the very beginning,
but l know the machine and the author.
What is better, a cannon loaded from the barrel or a machine-gun?
- A machine-gun. - Right you are.
This is what the author is implying -
to introduce a cartridge belt
instead of gunners,
this belt meaning economy and higher rate of fire, right?
- Right. - Don't be so optimistic.
l spoke as someone who welcomes novelty.
Now l'll speak as an engineer. That ladle of yours:
very effective. But as for ferrostatic head,
the spinning velocity and the casting time...
the matter will harden at the end of the tube,
hence - the wrong geometry of the product.
- You're wrong! - Don't fly into passion.
l just want to object.
- You're welcome. - There is the centrifugal force!
The heat loss in a hot form will be minimal.
The form inclined and spinning,
the pouring metal will spread along the length,
because heat removal time is higher than the infill time.
What is your opinion?
Well, it's clear that we're in the dark.
To build this machine means to spend millions
on dubious experiments.
l don't want you
to think l'm at one with them,
though l tried
to fail you.
With me it's simply adrenaline keeping a scientist
or a hunting dog warm.
You're notjust a teacher, you're a substantial engineer,
and a dangerous debater, too. Shall l give you a lift?
No, it's around the corner.
Good bye.
One more question:
is your machine fit for casting solids of revolution
with cavities?
Say, of such a form.
lt depends on the configuration of the chute.
What if we use,
say, aluminium-magnesium alloy?
All units have heat resistance margin of safety.
Don't abandon your machines.
lt's a shame my habitat is far away from Moscow,
but we'll meet again soon. Bye.
Bad mark for your marching.
At odds with my step.
What, Jeanette?
Nothing. l just imagined something.
Mother!
- l wanna grub! - Take off your clothes.
Nadya!
- A strict teacher! - And a just one, too.
l wanted to tell you:
our friend engaged in a combat
at the presentation of his project.
- And? - They failed him.
Our luminaries are vigilant, keeping their eyes peeled.
- Has he left? - No way.
Writing appeals, l've two of them already.
Where can he be now? lt's winter!
Them inventors have thick hides like wolves,
cold-proof. Though, l can see everything now from my high post.
They summoned him for their good reason.
Spun casting is being introduced abroad.
Avdeev's machine is unpredictable.
So they sent his minion to nose about whether
there is anything handy they can swipe.
Why didn't they support Lopatkin?
He's a horsie they can't stake on.
He's a tragic figure, doesn't belong in socialist industry.
You mean they're building Lopatkin's machine in Muzga now?
Not entirely, just some details...
A chute, a batcher...
What a swinish thing to do.
You know very well it's swinish things and robbery going on.
Lopatkin robbed his own self.
Fresh ideas don't agree with loners.
And prefer not marriage of love, but marriage of convenience.
Right? l'm asking you as a woman.
l'm a woman too. And l'm telling you: you are wrong.
You're wrong in a most base way!
Hey, you took offence, eh.
She is just tired and upset.
They say they'll introduce new money. And no ration cards.
- What is so bad about the new money? - lt'll be one ruble per ten,
and the prices will be the same.
lf you spread rumors, l'll send you back to Muzga.
- May l? - No.
l'll enter, according to our marriage certificate.
- Then l'll leave. - Why?
l don't love you.
No. You have to love me.
Don't anger me.
You're a petty person.
Killing a living creature.
He is not even in your way, and you all
- are strangling him. - Not him can be strangled.
Let's never again
discuss this man in my house.
lt's you who started this.
l didn't think you'd get so excited.
Or maybe you too are enchanted by our romantic hero?
Guys, quit it.
Now l know where l met you.
So, your tube story is hi-story now?
Sorry for the punch.
How come you know?
Don't fear, l'm not a Japanese spy.
l had the pleasure to be present at the presentation.
l'm an inventor too.
And, of course, l take interest
in scientific developments.
l rooted for you, but, alas,
l was in the minority.
A new full-fledged Russian ruble.
The first time l'm holding it.
Make a wish, colleague.
- Hi, Vasily. - Hi, Evgheny Ustinovich.
This way.
My lair.
Watch your step.
Don't get surprised.
The point is
all my life
l have been shadowed by foreign
intelligence.
They managed to steal my best invention.
That's why l carefully
guard the rest ones.
Something here is worthwhile to be guarded.
You don't believe me, do you?
You want proof?
That was a drink. And now - a chaser...
Unbelievable. lt should be immediately...
'lmmediately'!
l thoughtjust as well.
While l was writing to different instances,
they stole a sample of this powder.
Now Americans use it to extinguish fire at oil production.
And l have not only this.
Here you are,
please.
This is...
All those people,
walking along the street. l can give nothing of this to them.
l wish
l gave this and my life to them - and l can't.
Oh, l'm saying this,
but you were in my boots, weren't you.
Now l don't make declarations about any finds,
l don't want my pipe end in the hands of Poles.
l'd rather burn with it, like Gogol's hero.
Have your breakfast.
You must be tired after a hard night's work.
We'll sleep it off later.
Where do you stay, by the way? You aren't from Moscow, are you?
Move to my place.
Believe me, you'll sleep better here than at the terminal.
Evgheny Busko,
an ex professor of the Moscow University,
and now a scandalmonger, abuser of the Soviet science
the list of my titles goes on to continue.
Dmitry Lopatkin, an ex-teacher of physics,
no like titles to pride myself in, yet.
You'll live and deserve ones, colleague.
Dmitry Lopatkin, not registered in Moscow.
Thirty kopecks.
Next one.
Well?
What a music, Evgheny Ustinovich!
l wish l could hit the conservatory, with the gods!
Can we afford that much?
l don't know
fairer music
than the music of numeral theory.
Try to do this for me.
Harder.
Congratulations, Evgheny Ustinovich!
Smart head!
Lady, you can't break pedestrian rules.
Wait!
Nadezhda Sergeevna, l came across him.
l mean that inventor of yours.
lt was quite a race, following him!
He lives around the corner, in Lyakhov pereulok.
Because if he were a caller,
he wouldn't have taken out keys from his pocket.
Hi. Tell me whether there's a certain Dmitry...
Uncle Zhenya!
He lives at uncle Zhenya's.
- How do you do. - How do you do.
lt's about Dmitry Lopatkin. l came to see your tenant.
What is your problem?
l'm an old acquaintance of his.
'Old', eh. Can you wait while he's out?
- Yes. - Please come upstairs.
Here is a living room
and a studio at a time.
One moment.
'Cod-liver oil'
Excuse me...
- There are two of you here? - Yes.
Everything is legal. Temporary registration.
- Take a seat. - No, l must go.
Maybe you're right. Go.
He's having a hard day: the ministry, the patent agency.
- Do you want to leave a message? - Yes...
No. Thanks.
l'm sorry.
Good bye.
You filled us to our full!
Like back in Muzga.
Moscow flat and the Urals' meals.
Girls go left, and boys go right.
l and Pavel need to gossip.
Shura, fetch a lemon and glasses.
Zinaida Afanasievna.
- Well? - lt becomes you.
Oh, don't give me that.
Nothing becomes my figure.
l bought no end of trash in our VlP shop.
This fur-coat would fit any figure. May l?
Sure.
Here you are.
Great -
how much did you pay for this?
lt fetches 4200, the new money.
l don't have that much.
l could buy it for three and a half.
Will you sell it to me?
l'm badly in need of money.
l see. You're baiting me.
Gee, you didn't learn how to be crafty.
'Money'. lsn't three and a half big money?
Only don't tell my husband.
All right, don't tell me why. lt's not my business.
My husband won't notice,
means yours won't either.
Well, agreed?
One sec.
l can give you 2800 right now.
The rest l'll send from Muzga, all right?
You don't believe me? Then take it back.
- lt's against my rules. - l believe you.
Of course l do.
Does Dmitry Lopatkin live here?
- Yes. - What is your name, please?
- Evgheny. - Right.
- Are you really a professor? - And you're?..
A courier. Give this to him.
Lady!..
Wow!
What is this, Evgheny Ustinovich?
The money. l felt it with my fingers.
- Where from? - A courier girl brought it,
a very strange one - against no receipt.
She just asked for Lopatkin and off she was.
'lt's your money now, comrade Lopatkin,
'be free to spend it at your own discretion.
- l'll keep the note. - What about the money?
The money...
Now we have money.
About three thousand, l guess.
- Where can it be from? - l have no idea.
You behave like a child.
Give it to me - now.
l'll take it to you-know-where, and the note, too.
Can't you see where it came from?
lf it's from 'you-know-where', we should squander it.
We didn't swear on blood, did we.
You are a madman.
A madman.
Pray, don't take this money.
Dear Evgheny Ustinovich!
Use logic so indispensable for a scientist.
My humble respects if it's a benefactor.
lf it's enemy, we should cause them damage,
spend the money on Whatman paper and ink,
and cigarettes, matter for your shock-proof tiles.
And, most of all, to buy new clothes. l've a hunch
our bad clothes close all doors for us.
Let's go to the shop.
Don't get me involved in your ventures.
How do you do, Dmitry Alexeevich.
You?
- You?.. - Moscow has changed you.
- You've a new raincoat. - And a hat, and ink, and Whatman.
This is a most strange and amazing story.
- l'll go home. - l'll catch up.
Someone brought an envelope with money.
The old man said: 'lt's foreign intelligence!'
- And l said: 'The worse for them'. - Right.
We nealy thought that maybe
l should take up a job as a metalworker.
But then l'd have had to put aside my project.
l heard Drozdov tell the same thing on the phone,
that you had slacked your efforts.
l didn't like that at all.
l root for you now.
Soon l'll go on with my war.
l've developed a new version...
Go on.
Or maybe you think l can...
No, not at all.
To be earnest,
you're a wife, and, as far as l know,
- an ally of my enemy. - l know no Drozdov.
l don't want to know him any more.
l'm sorry for what l said at school.
l was such a fool to repeat someone else's words.
l will never betray you. My honest word.
Come in.
May l introduce...
- Hi. - Professor Busko.
- Nadezhda Sergeevna. - Evgheny Ustinovich.
l told Nadezhda about your famous tea-drawig recipe.
- Here is the tea. - And a cake.
Take a seat, Nadezhda.
Our dear guest knows all my secrets.
Maybe you'll know
any units Drozdov mentioned on the phone.
How can l know?
lt's very simple, we've inscriptions here.
The batcher. l guess they mentioned the batcher.
Let them. The rest is too tough for them.
And what are you conjuring here?
Beware, Nadezhda Sergeevna,
Professor's inventions are super-top secret,
being hunted after by all foreign intelligences.
Nadezhda Sergeevna needn't worry.
This ceramic tile
is meant, as you know,
for facing, say, bathroom walls.
Unluckily, during transportation,
even the most beautiful tiles have a way of breaking.
But thanks
to my wonderful method of hardening
it... you're welcome to try it out.
You're welcome.
- l'm sorry. - l gave you the wrong tile.
- l didn't mean to... - Take this one.
- No. - Please.
lt's a natural way for a scientist:
out of 100 solutions to neglect 99.
- Break it. - No.
- Beat harder. - No.
Like this!
l like your place very much.
l'm sure you're wonderful scientists.
But with your experiments
you forgot about such simple things like comfort,
and, sorry, order and cleanness.
You need a good visiting cleaner.
l offer myself as one.
No. To have you as an adornment of this place - yes.
l'm not a picture. l'm a woman.
- This is impossible. - Why?
lt'll be long before l return the money.
Though, l chalked my debt up,
- you know before whom. - l've no idea.
l'm not burdened with chores in my house
and l promise you never to intefere
into the sanctum of your creative thought.
l will just protect you like a scout,
a scout girl in your house.
He gladly agrees, believe me an old man.
Research lnstitute of Casting, number 23...
'To be rejected...'
Aren't they sick and tired of writing the same thing?
They should make a form - 'to be rejected',
just to fill in dates.
'Upon receving this, summoned to the Prosecutor's Office'.
'Summoned to the Prosecutor's Office, room 9,
'legal adviser Titova'.
What can this mean?
What's going on, comrade Lopatkin?
Some people create, promote the Russian science,
yet others dump it?
Your complaint was sent
to scientific experts at the Central Committee.
They were uninanimous in their decision:
slander on pure people is not criticism.
l will brief you on the reply letter
of this scientific group.
'lnveterate slanderer'.
'Unprecedented escapade'.
'Fake innovator'.
How do you like that?
What a smart wording.
'Seeking support of the sovietjustice'.
We don't like such signals at all,
we don't like them at all.
lt's your own fault, comrade Titova.
What do you mean?
How many years have you been at this post?
Well, say,
three years. Why?
How many people railroading innovation
have been put to answer?
And then you make big eyes when we are complaining.
Have you ever observed
such a spectacle:
a foreign car parked at the curb,
shining like a magic bird
surrounded by a crowd of our people,
enchanted, spellbound by this shining?
Alas, yes.
When l see this, l've a burning feeling here
as if any minute l can faint.
Avdeev, Fundator, Volovin, Tupeikin,
they doom us to this disgrace.
You believed these fake scientists
who destroy otherwise-minded people,
but we shouldn't do that:
we need such people as we need conscience.
To encourage enemy?
Discoveres of things new is always their enemy.
Why aren't you, Lopatkin, a war veteran,
a champion of thought, why are you not a Communist?
This here is anything but a letter of credit.
All right,
let's do the following.
Take a seat over there.
Take a pen, a sheet of paper
and word your opinion once more.
But only this time spare us any emotions.
This is not a complaint you're writing,
but a serious article
for some central daily,
say, 'Pravda'.
Good evening.
A husband is on a business trip, and a wife going to parties.
- l'll tell Leonid. - Go ahead.
lf you had a child, you wouldn't have time for this.
You know very well it's not my blame.
Shame on you.
lf a chick is hot, a stud...
Stop it!
And don't you dare talk to me anymore.
l don't want to know you ever again.
Comrade inventor...
l've got something interesting for you.
l found fresh issues of 'Moulding News'
at the Lenin Library.
Only those having degrees
have access to them.
l said l've a commission from Professor Avdeev.
l was copying this and fearing they could take it away.
A two-layer tube...
l was thinking about something like this.
The outer layer - carbon steel,
and the inner, say - acid resistant,
good for chemical industry.
- lt's not mentioned there. - But it's obvious.
My machine can do that.
- How are they doing that? - They aren't.
During the last four years
designers have been racking their brains
in vain over this problem.
- So, they aren't doing this yet. - Exactly.
ln a week their tubes
get corroded and need replacement.
We won't even have to adapt our project.
Evgheny Ustinovich, come here.
lt'll only need a couple of new units, and that's all.
Aren't you brilliant! Let me kiss you.
Now, it's God's punishment for you too.
Because you contributed into inventing.
Which is a whirlpool...
A mysterious whirlpool,
all so enchanting,
and diabolical!
He's home.
So, you're back home?
Yes.
lt's like in an anecdote:
a husband is back home, and his wife...
What about his wife?
l heard you're being out all the time
and the maid knows this, and my mother.
Visiting him, aren't you?
Yes.
Only it's not what you think.
lt's not on my mind at all.
A genius is beyond my sinful mind.
They want adoration and worship
and exulted devotion.
You're a grown-up woman
and he's pulling your leg.
You forget about your home, your family
and about your own self.
lt's like joining a sect.
l could understand if it was love.
But l love him.
What?
- Don't you love me? - Not anymore.
But why?
lt's a long story.
You've been getting me into this for a year.
l see.
She lov'd him for the dangers he had passed,
her husband was the source of that danger.
Nadya,
l hope you're clever enough
not to ruin your life and my career by a divorce.
Don't be afraid.
You didn't ask the main thing:
whether he loves me or not.
Well?
ln this case, dear comrade Drozdova,
you are a fool.
And here's again - to the hero of the day
who has just finished his big work.
Here's to you, Dmitry Alexeevich!
l'm totally drunken.
What's going on with me?
lt's simple: you are the wine itself,
that's why, a sunshine in the vineyard.
Dmitry Alexeevich, you eat next to nothing.
- One more helping. - lt's an ideology with him.
According to his theory,
food for a human
is just a business necessity.
lt's not for him. He won't appreciate that.
Look at him, a professor!
But your cause is life, isn't it?
And business necessity equals life necessity?
There you are!
Take this, please.
Where are you going?
l told Dmitry three days ago
about that business date with a certain person.
What time is it now?
Fifteen minutes to ten.
l'm being 40 minutes late.
lt's all right: l'll take the tram, the train, l'll catch up.
He left so suddenly.
- lt's strange. - He warned me, three days ago.
Really?
Dmitry Alexeevich.
Oh, dear...
You...
are mine...
You are mine. l won't give you away.
Do you hear me?
l won't
give you away.
Thank God!
Nadezhda Sergeevna...
Just tell me - yes or no?
The old hag was seething from spite
all night long. But l knew what it was, yes?
Yes.
You're happy. Drat that pig!
- Who is 'pig'? - Your Leonid.
'Pig'! He is your master.
So what? A conceited pig!
And now also - a cuckold!
You're going to his place again?
l don't know, Shura.
Oh, Shura,
your Nadya is lost.
Lost forever.
Lest the edge crumble, we'll cool it with air.
Over-expenditure of cast iron. We fall short of planned capacity.
- How much is the expenditure? - Only 2 kg per one tube.
Given mass production, it'll cost quite a penny.
A call from 'Pravda' daily. We put it through.
Drozdov speaking.
You needn't even introduce yourself, comrade editor.
Lopatkin? Of course l know him.
He sent a complain to you too?
He's good at throwing dust at people's eyes.
But l...
That is not the point...
Lopatkin's machine should be probed by an expert commission.
Yes, comrade Pospelov.
Thanks for warning me. Of course,
l'll look into the matter immediately.
- That creep. - Lopatkin and his slander again?
He brought an article to 'Pravda'.
They decided to take some time before publishing it.
l'll have to go to Moscow.
Get one ticket to Moscow, the soonest train.
What do you think?
There can be no doubt:
we'll send a memorandum today.
Maybe we omitted something.
We've huge economy on our hands,
you can't catch up with everything.
We'll say it's an opportune criticism,
Are you serious?
They don't care for your Lopatkin.
With no Lopatkin, it would be someone else.
Did you read Malenkov's address at the pace-makers' congress?
There's something about bureaucracy
in science and engineering there,
about suppressing innovators.
'Pravda' would hit the point by publishing that article.
And we shall land as scapegoats.
No way.
That Lopatkin...
Where is he now?
Where is his high trajectory fire coming from?
We know, approximately.
Well,
find him.
Then l'll take care of him.
We'll talk to the minister.
So, your project has been shelved for five years?
Excuse me, Afanasy Trofimovich...
Lopatkin had quite a different project then.
And we voiced our principal objections.
But from that bad project
you took ideas for your machine in Muzga.
Great for you, you're a nice inventor.
Like a lion, protecting her whelp.
You're being ignoble with your competitor.
Looking across his shoulder.
As for procrastination with that new project,
we haven't even seen or discussed it.
But l saw it. And l liked it.
Though, not everything is clear to me.
- Permission to speak? - Go ahead.
ln fact it's a third version.
What makes it high-profile - you can produce two-layer tubes,
with an acid-resistant layer, for chemical industry.
This machine has no analogues here or elsewhere abroad.
That's why you have one more batcher here.
Yes, on a continuous basis.
ls this unit of rollers
good enough for the safe spinning of the mould?
He is not an engineer but an ex-teacher.
And we can correct these trifles.
Go ahead then. lt's not every day people come
with such original ideas.
Set up a design office at the institute.
This project is something unprecedented in the world.
Make it top secret then. Take him into the staff.
Go ahead.
Comrade minister, involved in the project was also
Nadezhda Drozdova,
a technical worker and translator.
l'd like to have her in the group too.
ls she an engineer?
No, she's a teacher.
Some teachers that our country goes in for.
They'll soon outdo you engineers.
l've no vacations in our staff for her.
Make her not on the permanent staff.
Where is my notebook?
With all my calculations, for all versions?
All happening in one time: you'll have a group,
you're called the best. lt's something unreal!
You were just lost for good news.
Justice obtained, that's what we fought for.
You're like a child, Nadezhda Sergeevna.
As an old cynic, l won't fall for their trick.
lt's just a huge sweep-net set on Dmitry Alexeevich.
lt must mean some conspiracy.
Maybe Americans are behind all this?
lt's not funny, because
for me that would be the most acceptable explanation.
Your note-book.
There are some flaws in your calculations.
You'll make them straight.
Why do you keep silent, victor?
l will skip all speculations.
l am given a chance to work - so l should work.
The same concerns you, colleague.
No. l've my school to teach.
You'll be granted flextime.
Of course this is the only way for you to be grateful, but...
My reagents!
l just did everything l could to help you.
Think about it as an excuse to see you often.
You're being on-the-fly. Good.
- May we come in? - Of course.
Hi.
Hi, eagles, designers.
Please meet the author.
Dmitry Lopatkin.
And... his colleague.
- Nadezhda Sergeevna. - lvan lvanovich.
Simply Tolya.
We heard a lot about you.
You'll get along then.
And this is your working place.
Or we could find another one for you.
Lots of room here.
Top-secrecy privilege.
Where are you pushing, you thief!
- What? - 'Thief'.
You pinched the fur coat. Now Ganicheva wears it.
What else you gonna sell - for your date's bouts?
- That was 'my' fur coat. - Nothing here belongs to you!
Your Leonid picked you from shit, wearing a petty dress.
He made you a ministerial wife!
You disgraced him!
You should lick his boots!
Will you open the door for me? l've my textbooks in there.
Take your things in Shura's room and get out!
lt's night-time!
They say a girl was robbed in Ordynka street!
Speak of the devil! You, pander!
Moscow-infected, shameless one!
lt's not Muzga for you here! l'll throw you out in no time!
Forget it. l'll leave.
No. You are registered here.
By the law only the owner can sign her out.
l'm the owner here. And l have my law.
Get out, you hooker!
You, old witch, riding a broom!
What? You scum!
lt'll serve you right, you old hag!
You'll come and beg on your knees!
Dream on.
Nadezhda Sergeevna,
here's some pies. l'll see you to the door.
Why putting these two bulky reducers here?
Where will you put the machine?
- ln the foundry. - They've compressed air there.
You could simply settle for pneumatics.
Why drawing these petty units, with all dimension details?
Engineers operate the so-called 'normals'...
Calm down, Tolya. lt's tea time.
lt's for you, Dmitry.
Lopatkin speaking.
When? All right.
They want to see me at the ministry. l wonder why.
For a report maybe.
They just love reports. Tell them: everything is fine.
The machine will be ready in a month,
the world's number one machine.
We'll beat Avdeev.
- 'The ministerial board... - Good afternoon.
...'congratulates you
'on the pre-term start of the tube-casting machine.
'That is a nice present for Stalin's anniversary'.
Send one copy to 'Pravda'. The minister warned them.
So we have tubes now.
You know very well this is a far-fetched congratulation.
- The tubes have poor quality. - l can understand you a loser.
But you should kill evil feelings. You're a man, aren't you.
You'll invent something new one day.
What about the machine for two-layer tubes?
The minister said to stop the work. We have one already.
They didn't even manage to steal it properly.
ln your place l would be more careful with your wording.
l need just one week. And the project will be ready.
We'll only have to build a pre-production model.
So build it. Oh, you've no means, do you?
Turn to the Ministry for some money.
And we shall ask for someone else's opinion.
- Academician Avdeev's? - Why not?
He proved his competence
by real work.
They're going to nominate him for Stalin's Award.
That would mean cheating our country!
Tubes will be thicker than normally. Huge over-expenditure of cast iron!
Plus tubes broken during transportation and building.
Listen to me while l'm not angry:
take my advice and go back to Muzga.
l'll cal Ganichev, he'll give you a job.
l heard you were a metal-worker there.
They are in deficit of need metal-workers.
Listen to me, while l 'am' angry:
l will write to Stalin personally.
You'll answer for your sabotage, you, window-dresser.
You know what?
l've got sick and tired of you during these 5 years!
Sick and tired of you! Get out!
- What? - Get out!
Tupikin, come here.
And bring Lopatkin's file.
That's it.
Enough is enough.
l'm not going anywhere else.
l want nothing.
Nothing special happened.
Oh really?
Yes.
You just have...
...you just have to breathe out this vengeance, this spite.
And breathe again. Breathe freely.
What matters is that life is not over.
Maybe you're right.
Ringing for us.
lt's a trap not worse than a spy's.
The minister spent a lot of money.
You were given the best designers.
You enjoyed attention. Then Avdeev's machine
won in fair competition. That's what they were after.
Now your every appeal they will take as being sinister.
Sinister envy of a loser.
- Look who is coming by! - Hi.
Salute. Gee, a button has come off.
- Let me sew it on. - No.
Take off your coat.
You used to be a courier, didn't you.
You've good memory. We met in Muzga, didn't we.
You didn't touch food, at that party.
- Yes, l remember. - You mean you left the Drozdovs?
Yes, as l had promised. My word is sure as flint.
But what happened next - you'll laugh yourself sick.
l wish we could.
Take a seat, if it's all right with you.
l was thinking and made up my mind:
to go to ZlS, the Stalin plant.
- The one making cars. - Yes, l know.
They offer a lot of vacations, the dorm, registration and all.
But all of them professions are a tongue-twister,
except metal-worker. So l came to the staff department.
There was a man sitting there
and he said: 'Do you fancy to become a turret-lathe operator?'
'What is that?' l said, 'a barber?'
Then other men entered and they would start laughing.
'What's wrong?' l said.
'l want to become a real worker'.
lt's their practical joke, you know.
For shame. You lived with an engineer's family
and you don't even know what a turret-lathe is.
Of all machines l know only the meat-grinder.
Well, comrades, you want it or not...
Bought on the first wages. A workers' tradition.
For the closest friends.
Comrades, a knife means a guest coming.
A man.
The doorbell. No, it's to someone else.
Here is to things good, Nadezhda.
May it get right between you and Dmitry.
Shura, my congratulations.
So, what profession did you choose in the end?
- Dmitry Lopatkin? - Yes.
A summons from the judge advocate's office.
Sign the receipt of it.
- When shall l come? - On short notice. The car's waiting.
- Wait! - lt must be some mistake.
- l'll be back soon. - Let me see him downstairs.
Evgheny Ustinovich!
What?
Everything is all right.
Let us sum this up.
Did your project contain state secrets?
Yes, it did.
Who answered
for its non-disclosure?
l guess l was.
- Be exact, please. - l was.
Did comrade Drozdova
have top-security clearance?
She was not on the permanent staff
and nothing was mentioned about the clearance.
ls she an expert in tube-molding?
- She is a teacher. - l beg your pardon?
- She is a teacher. - Teaching what?
- English. - l see.
Did the two of you have intimate relations,
- l mean sex? - No.
- Be more exact. - There was no sex.
Don't play the fool, Lopatkin.
l guess you pawed her every day.
Designing and then laying her.
Stop fussing over him.
He'll spin no end of yarn. Start the file on him.
Divulgence of state secrets.
l've no more questions to you.
For the time being.
- Do you mean l'm arrested? - Here is the ruling.
Nadezhda Sergeevna.
A couple of circuits around the house...
...throws you into sweat indeed.
What about having a drink? l brought some.
- No, l can't. - Why?
Yesterday you nearly fainted...
Do you mean you're...
Yes, the fourth month...
- What will happen now? - He'll have a son.
Does he know?
- Why should he? - What time is it now?
You must go now. You're being late.
What about you?
l'll go too. They won't release him today. l can feel that.
Then l'll see you to the metro.
The old professor must be worried to death.
And you, with your little one, must get into warm bed.
So, they didn't release him.
l knew just as well.
You waited for him at the wrong place.
What is the right one then?
l guess somewhere from where
they don't release anyone.
The group was dismissed,
all documents were sealed up.
The security man put them in the safe.
l told Dmitry: 'Don't give them all documents,
'you shall not keep all eggs in one basket'.
But he had his own way!
And now they shut the safe like a mouse-trap.
There another safe left, though: Dmitry's head.
We should find the way to save him.
But how? Do you know how?
l would go anywhere to do this. But where?
Evgheny Ustinovich, help me,
you came through all this,
you must know what should be done.
Dmitry was your best friend.
Yes, but an unruly one,
exactly like myself in my young days!
Look,
look at me, a nasty,
a cowardly old man,
a crazy ex-professor of the university.
Nadezhda Sergeevna, you should despise and hate me,
deprive me of your handshake.
Because l'm afraid.
l'm afraid of prison.
l'll die there, everything what l wanted to give to people
will die there.
Come on. You are anything but a coward.
You just have had your portion of suffering.
Hi, proletarians!
Put it here.
Friends, don't leave.
l'll need your signatures. Stepan, go ahead.
Come on.
Let me do this for you, it's a responsible business.
- That bastard. - Better have a smoke.
Why burning down the books?
Lagrange,
'Analytical Mechanics', nine rubles.
Oh, Stepa...
Tolya, cool off.
That bastard!
- Hi. - You must be the wife
of that guy - they burnt down his books in the boiler-room.
- l mean Lopatkin. - Yes, l'm his wife. Why?
l was raking the ash - and found a notebook under the grate.
lt must be mighty precious - since it didn't burn down.
Thank you.
Muzga - booth one.
- Yes? - Zinaida,
this is Nadya Drozdova from Moscow.
Do you know what time it is now in Muzga?
You behave like a Muscovite. Are you calling about the money?
To hell with the money.
l want you to do me a favor.
Do you remember Rostislav - he was on a visit in Muzga.
l need to find him urgently,
but l don't know his address. Could you help me?
lt's a long story. l need him on personal business.
Book an appointment with him then,
he is the Supreme Soviet deputy.
Oh, a deputy?
But l don't even know his last name.
l can't discuss this on the telephone.
Because l told you too much as it is.
- Well, l paid my debt, didn't l? - Yes, thank you, Zinaida...
...Afanasievna.
- Rostislav Petrovich! - Lady!
Stop, lady! Back off!
Drozdova?
Nadezhda Sergeevna, l presume?
- What are you doing here? - Waiting for you.
- For how long? - For three days.
Let's get into the car.
l could have left through the different gate.
Means it's providence.
Get in.
This is the whole encyclopedia of his work:
solids of revolution and their design...
So he didn't forget about my request.
And the acid-resistant layer, too. Good for him.
Where did you get it?
Miraculously it wasn't burnt down.
The stoker brought it and said it must be precious,
if it didn't burn down.
He is right. ldeas never burn down.
And you confide this to me? What if l steal this?
Not you.
ln any case, the cause won't be lost, when in your hands.
Thank you for trusting me.
What do you want in return for this trust?
l only want Dmitry's cause not to be lost.
The way our 'Torpedo' football team
'torpedoed' your 'Dynamo' during the finals, eh!
You can't say 'torpedoed' about a football team...
Maybe some can't,
but 'Torpedo' could!
No, you can't.
Be quick. l dressed him for a walk already.
lt's ready.
That's why this structure remains horizontal, even on the stairs.
Not to worry.
- ls he that very guy? - Yes.
Well?
God help me.
He's a prize of a lad.
But there's one thing l fear.
He's an inventor too.
lnventors are like saints.
They shine like comets never to notice
it's them who are burning down.
Stop.
Step in.
Major, convict 12-21
brought on your order.
What a strange number that you have.
lt's equal sum and black jack either way.
Maybe you're a lucky one, eh?
Strangely, here's an order to take you to Moscow.
Maybe, for reconsideration of your case?
No, Mr. Lucky Number,
l think you'd rather get an extension.
- Your rap is 10 years? - Yes.
l guess the regime underestimated your services.
Now your case will fetch 25 years.
- Hi. - Hi.
The professor thought l was a spy.
He didn't even want to let me in. You didn't expect me?
No, l was always waiting for you.
A hero of a boy. Took after his father.
Why didn't you tell me?
Dima...
Will 15 minutes be enough for you to get ready?
Yes, but...
lt's very simple. Just wrap up your son in warm things.
- Am l taking Dima too? - Of course you are.
l'll be ready in five minutes.
Great.
Come on.
Your hat... We're going for a walk, all right?
Don't be afraid, beat.
We'll take a ride... Do you fancy riding?
Can l have a couple of them?
Of course, but will it be useful in your economy?
Who knows.
What is their technological heat?
Within 3000 degrees.
lt's close to the body temperature,
re-entry mode.
l was glad to meet you. See you soon.
Attention! A duty officer captain Sidorkin.
At ease. The first sergeant will show me the way.
- Can l show you the way, general? - All right.
Stand up! Attention!
Being lax, guys?
Sipping tea at an improper hour?
Hey, pour me some, too, and make it strong.
You're half-working here, as l can see.
The point is, Rostislav Petrovich,
we differ with our management
on viewing time's objective substance.
Give me your point, David llyich.
You're an engineer and you know
one can strike a creative guess at any time of the day,
even at night.
But at nine or clock p.m. the captain
says retreat and seals up all documents and the place itself.
lt's a shame, because we can work around the clock.
What else can we do here?
But we have one imprisonment instead of another here.
Thinking people, though, feel free everywhere.
Captain, the guyes are being enthusiastic
to fulfill the super-important commission,
and you're being a hindrance?
Why doesn't the chief designer speak up?
lt's because l nearly can use strong language.
We can't deal personally with groups 6 and 12,
who are designing the most significant units.
We just exchange drawings, and they're working next door.
But for these wrecker rules we could work
a hundred times more effectively,
in tandem with such specialists.
Wrecker rules?
All right, we'll go to the prison commander
and you will voice your special opinion
in front of him.
All the rest - draw your plans, you'll do that around the clock,
in line with your demands.
Tomorrow there'll come Avvakumov's circulation
about special schedule for group 1 .
l'll escort him myself.
You, Freiman...
Bad news:
Avdeev's machine is operating, making agreeable tubes.
They even got Stalin's award.
l'm happy for them.
We shall have our portion of triumph.
We only must finish the project by day ten.
How do you do, Rostislav Petrovich.
With your permission, l have to receive the shipment.
Go ahead, and we'll have a smoke.
The list of prisoners to be transferred.
- Permission to go? - Dismissed.
Be my guest, Dmitry Alexeevich.
Have a smoke, near the window.
The landscape's is better there than in your vault...
''Man Shall Not Live By Bread Alone...'' Based on V. Dudintsev's novel