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Wait for me, please! You promised!
Go back and do your homework!
I've done it, upon my word!
Well, revise all over again.
But it's done already.
I'm telling you - go home!
Written: Odelsha Agishev
Directed: Elyer Ishmukhamedov
Cinematography: Dilshat Fatkhulin
Music: Bogdan Trotsyuk
Lena - Mariya Sternikova Timur - Rodion Nahapetov
Sandzhar - Ravzhan Agzamov Mamura - M. Makhudova
Hey-hey!
Uh... damned rogues!
# So close to the blue sea eye
# Together in the blaze of sun # We're happy on a beach of sand...
Wait! Don't leave me!
I beg you, please! For pity's sake, take me in!
Can't you hear? There's no room for passengers!
For shame, you niggards!
Want to get it in the neck? Go home, now!
Move quick, or else...
- Hello there, kiddoes! - Hey-you, wet-froggies!
Why, splashing along our river again?
- Have you bought it? - We have.
And how much for?
- Really want to know? - Sure!
- You'll get to know it, right now. - Aiming at their tyres, guys...
Well... just wait till we meet again.
Oh, relax, boys!
# Pam-parah-ram, pam-parah-ram...
# Not bad and for me not so sad to see,
# A ship casting off just across the sea;
# Far away they might choose to sail -
# But to find their love rather fail...
# Here, next to the blue sea eye,
# Only seagulls pulling across the sky,
# Oh, how sweet seems this kiss
# With the salt on your lips...
- Hey, Sandzhar, what's up? - Move on, I'll catch up with you later.
SANDZHAR No, it's time to have a proper rest...
Hi, young lady!
How do you do?
Not too bad.
Really, how's going?
Just the same.
Do you mind making an acquaintance?
Excuse me...
Just a delicate question: are you waiting for someone?
Yes, I am.
Uh-hm... I see.
Excuse me then.
Well? Haven't you got anything else to do?
- Are you newly arrived? - Why?
I've seen you here once.
Sitting here and thinking just like this.
That's right.
I wonder if you're waiting for someone.
Care for a little trip down the river?
Oh, what's an idea...
- Where's he gone? - Where's Sandzhar?
Why, must catch up soon.
It's chilly, Captain.
Oh...
Who's that?
You little dolt! Couldn't find another place?
- Do you mind so? - Move, move on!
Big deal! Bride & Groom rubbish?
What have you said? Get away, or I'll drown you!
Well, don't be cranky!
Funny boy...
He's showing-off so because of you.
Water is cold.
Convulsion happens, I think.
Sometimes maybe.
Recently one boy got it here, so all the town could hear him yelling.
- Has he drowned? - Nay, fished out all right.
One hardly could drown in such a river.
But what's your name?
- Lena. - And I'm Sandzhar.
When I happen to see this river for the first time,
there were watermelons floating away in the water.
So, you're a newcomer after all.
Not really, it was 20 years ago.
Would you be so kind as to pass my hat, young girl?
- Do take it! - Oh... most grateful!
- What happened to him? - His tyre must have blown out.
- How often it happens? - No fear, it can't happen to us.
- Gone... - Who?
A plain.
And one man, too.
Andrey.
Your husband?
I'm often getting into troubles, you know.
Run off the house once.
Why?
Because of the movie.
The Indian movie, "The Tramp". Have you seen it?
I think I have.
Great movie. I happen to see it thirteen and a half times!
- Why so, and a half? - Last time my dad interferred.
We sat on the tree watching the film, but he went for us, a strap in hands...
Well, I'd had words with him. And then run away.
Where?
To live in an empty tank, three of us. But we've been caught.
Our violinist "Paganini" turned a traitor. Betrayed our trust.
Well, it's my bus stop.
May I?
Here...
Good bye... Sandzhar!
But I really must go.
Good bye, Sandzhar.
Look, what a real strapper! He thinks nothing of the horse!
Please, attention, children...
Well, I'd like to take a stroll.
What's up? You're rather restless.
No, nothing, I'm fine.
Probably, you are in love?
Hello, Sandzhar.
I'm going to get married.
Who is the man? Valdan?
No, Paganini.
A-a-h! Good chap.
Are you looking for someone?
No, just walking.
Care for a swim?
I don't. Feel not like it.
Valya, Paganini is looking for you. Come quick, he's got furious.
Valya, give him my compliments.
No, I don't.
- Why? - I feel not like it.
Paganini is caught!
What for? To teach him a lesson, eh?
Hurry up, and you'll see.
Play your violin like crazy!
Comrades! Pray, who can beat the drum?
You see, it looks like our drummer is gone.
He's called to the enlistment office.
Indeed, no one can beat the drum here?
- I can! - C'mon, go for it! Move, attaboy!
No, it's nothing... Take a seat.
What's up?
Well, look, don't torment me, move!
Woy-woy-oy!
Move, move, move! Faster, still faster!
Watch your feet!
Ass-ssa-a-a!
# Pam-parah-ram, pam-parah-ram...
# Pam-parah-ram, parham...
# So close to the blue sea eye
# You and I, and you're mine,
# The sky above is bright and sunny,
# And breaking waves roar so funny.
# So pure and clear is air...
- You'd go wet to the skin soon! - We are wet already!
...He asked me then: Are you a man - or a trolleybus?
And I told him, if I'm a trolleybus, you're just a bike.
Even if a motorbike, no matter.
That's awfully smart of you!
And then he went somewhere, so I decided to see the girl home.
But this girl apparently was...
...Well, I saw her home after all.
And you know, there's nothing special about her...
How do you do?
- Sandzhar, how are you? - Good evening.
Soaking? And you got out in the rain?
Ah, that's nothing.
How's going?
Not bad. I see you've tanned.
We've been on the Tashkent Sea this weekend.
Lots of swimming and fishing.
- And how's big your catch? - A couple of gudgeons.
- Maybe you aren't skilful enough. - Maybe that's right.
And your fellow mate wasn't any better?
There were no men to help. Only us, the girls.
Ah, I see then.
- Is your tyre still intact? - It is.
- Do you still drifting on it? - Well, I do, sometimes.
You're very good sort of a man, Captain. Unable to pretend.
Why don't you go in the cafe?
Just don't wish to.
Andrey... isn't he back yet?
Not yet...
How long have you been friends?
Since I was three.
My Granny and I were evacuated from Leningrad in the War.
He saw me on the street and said: one more puny creature arrived.
- That's how we met. - And then?
Then we lived in the same house, till the War was over.
- Can you remember the War? - A little.
Not the war itself of course, but the time.
It's not raining anymore.
I was in poor health since The Leningrad Blockade.
Andrey used to protect me all the time. Even carried like a child in his arms.
Well, may I go? It's time.
Goodbye, Lena.
Goodbye.
After the melting is finished, let the mass get cold.
But gradually - got the idea?
If the mass was cooled too quickly - it would go to pieces.
But when detained near the furnace...
The right moment is very important. Watch the colour of the flame.
It's white now: so, the mass is still hot. Do you get it?
Bye!
Who is he?
- Do you like him? - Very much.
Give me your bag.
But he's married, by the way.
It makes no difference.
This is Sandzhar. We sailed along the Anchor river on his tyre.
Do make an acquaintance.
Timur.
Andrey.
Why are you lying?
Oh, for shame, Captain...
Are you out of your wits, young man?
After drinking vodka, you must eat something, you've got me?
Get on a bus. Well, get on!
Why do you stare at me?
Well, what do you want to see?
Love...
That's rubbish.
Why?
Ah, girls. You mustn't believe in love.
All is no more than lie and hypocrisy.
One has no wish to live after that.
Nobody's here. He can't possibly be gone very far.
- Where is he gone? - Oh, I don't know.
- Well, where is he? - Nowhere.
Oh, I think he may go to the river!
He said he had no wish to live.
- Oh, it's terrible! - Quick, we must save him!
LENA Hi, there! Where are you going?
- A wedding! Come along! - Sorry, another time.
- There won't be other time! - Who knows... it happens.
Now a kiss! A kiss! Cheers!
Cheers! Cheers...
- I must tell you something. - What?
No, nothing.
Another time.
Can't you slow down, old man?
- Scared? - No, but I'm not in a hurry.
One can't be late for one's funeral, as you know.
Are you afraid, too?
- What's up? - It's barred.
- Why so? - Use a bypass road, then.
- Turn off the road, Timur. - Right.
The very road of potholes... Nice memories of a childhood, guys.
- Ahchoo!... - Bless you!
- Got into a mess! - Thanks...
Bad luck, eh?
- Is our journey cancelled then? - We can't drive this way.
Why cancellation? Everything is fine! Just let's go to my Granny Hadiche.
- What a Granny? - Take it to clean your glasses.
Wait, but we were eager for a swim! Why "a Granny"?
- Wow! Look at those elephants! - Give it back, if you don't like it.
My friends, we just have to call on my great-aunt, my Granny dearest!
But what about the beach and sun?
Big deal! I haven't seen my Granny for ages.
- Still, you're always up to something. - Well, if he insists, let's go.
But that won't do...
Granny...
Granny!
- How do you do? - And how are you, my son?
You don't recognise me, Great-aunt? But it's me!
Oh, shame on my eyes! Marat, indeed!
You know, Granny, I've been awfully busy, all the time!
Ah, well, enough of your excuses. Now let me see, where are they?
Here they are - meet my best friends, Great-aunt.
- Let me introduce them to you: it's Lena. - How do you do.
How are you, my child. Oh, you're so white-skinned. Welcome!
And this is my friend Ulfata, Gran.
- At last I can see you, at long last! - And how are you?
I'm glad you've brought her after all.
And this is our doctor Shukhrat.
You are welcome, Shukhrat, really welcome.
And Timur... This is Timur, Gran, he's an engineer.
- Good day to you, Great-aunt. - You're a bearer of such a great name...
Really good day, my dear guest. How's the road?
- Quite good. - Well, thanks God then.
Oh, there's dust all over you. Let's go into the house!
- You're nasty boy! - Tie in a bow, and pull harder, please!
- Why do you treat me so badly? - Because you are really bad!
Now I can make you plop down and get your cheeky nose bleeding!
Nonsense. Mine is a very strong nose.
- Now, blind man's buff! - And I'm having a good nose, by the way.
So...
- Seek after me! - Oh... what's the hell?
A-a-a... Hm-m-m... Lena?
Lena, and how does that boy possibly know about Andrey?
- Possibly impossible! - I see...
Here it is, the wall again.
Where are you going - I'm here!
I've been going right this way... What's the hell!
Alas, my elusive happiness is gone. Does he write letters to you?
- Who? - Andrey.
Of course. It's no good in breaking furniture!
When neither of you is before my eyes - things turn out to be so simple.
Warming walls, plates and dishes... None of the complexities.
- Are you lost? - Why, nothing of the sort.
Here must be a couch somewhere. There I can hear birds' twittering.
And now the basin must be nearby...
- You washed yourself in it! - I did.
Lena... Do you ever answer his letters?
Why shouldn't I?
Hey, guys! Come quick! Look, one more puny creature arrived.
The same to you!
- You're evacuated, aren't you? - We are, my child. From Leningrad.
Like me from Bryansk. My name is Andrey. Come, I'll show you the way.
- If you wish, Andrusha. - Too much cloth has she on - is she cold?
- Len... Lena! - What's the matter?
Look, the Moon will be in eclipse soon! Hah, you've been cheated!
One mustn't stare at the Moon so as not to become a sleepwalker.
I'm a sleepwalker. I'm a sleepwalker!
I can see; I can hear you all.
Look at this sham girl! Let's cover your head with the kerchief.
You're putting on weight here. Look at that fat girl!
Granma, tell me the story about a little star!
Very well, I will. And you'll go to sleep. Look, everyone is sleeping now.
Even Andrusha fell asleep.
Well then, there was a little star once...
She lived on the high and spacious sky. And she was shining...
But still, why do you ask me about him?
Just curious.
- I know what he's writing about. - Do you?
- He regrets that he's gone. - Yes, he does, now.
- And he'll be back then? - I don't know. Perhaps...
He's a sleepwalker after all.
# And what kind of the end # Has the road ahead.
# And no singing, no songs...
It's because you do love him.
- You don't understand a thing! - Well then. That's enough.
Good bye, Takhir!
Bye!
- Good afternoon! - Hello, you girl!
- You must be Marat, right? - Yeah, I am.
Wait, wait... You must be Mamura then?
Really it's you! Let me give you a hug, my little sister!
- Do you really feel shy before me, eh? - No, I don't.
How wrong of you - I am your brother. Come, you'll see all my friends.
But I've seen them already!
Mamura, what's Lena doing now?
She's having a talk with Granny.
And how many horse-powers the engine has?
Horse-powers? As many as eighty.
- Oh, you're stained! - Where?
- No, not here. - Wipe it off, then.
- Done. - Thanks.
Come, they're waiting for us.
You're feeling sad in here, aren't you?
Not at all... Just an effective onion.
- Mamura, having your homework done? - I have...
Watch out, I'll check your work myself. Granny's making complains against you.
- Let him check it, I must go. - Where to?
Granny's got pains in her legs. I've got to collect some verbs.
What verbs?
Our Granny's a self-sufficient person. He doesn't approve doctors.
She only takes a verb cure.
- And may I accompany you? - Of course.
Good.
- Mamura, what happened to Granny? - Really, what the matter with her?
It's because of Marat's cropping up. She's got much exited.
- Marat! - What?
- Are you tired? - No.
- I'm curious about the water vanishing. - It's gone under the ground I think.
There're plenty such subsurface rivers.
Timur and Lena, have you done with it? Your still-unfinished-clearing-up of terms.
- Shut up, you spy. - Silence... I can keep secrets.
Very peculiar smell.
The smell of stones.
- The smell of ages, the smell of time. - What has time to do with it?
Look at the pictures over there!
- Pictures of whom? - Of men.
So, some time someone was living here.
- Who possibly? - Men.
- Oh, it's rather cold in here, isn't it? - Yes, cold enough.
- Lena! - Yes, Timur?
- I want to tell you something. - I know.
It's an offer of marriage?
- How do you know? - It's easy. I'm very observant person.
- And what... would be your answer? - No.
- Well, that's fine then. - Sh-h-h... The light!
The sun seems so bright now!
And where are we now?
- Near an old castle. - Let's run up and see, quick!
- I know a thing or two about it! - Shukhrat, give me a hand!
How beautiful!
Look, friends, it's really the very place I used to play in as a child!
- And nothing has changed since then. - You haven't changed yourself, too.
You gave him your hand in front of me! I will never forgive you.
- Why, you must never leave me alone. - But I'm always by your side.
Well now, give me your hand, too.
- Oh, why am I in such a favour? - Just because of your charm.
And, one, and two, and three, and four;
and one, and two... be careful...
- There's a narrow spot, you see? - Why, again?
- Marat, it seems that nobody's hurt. - Old man, now you'd be gored very badly!
You're so cheerful now!
Well, I'm free to choose any girl I fancy to court.
- Lena, and is he often joyous like this? - I don't know.
How that? You're an observant person after all.
- Is it so? - It is.
C'mon, move, don't get stuck on my way!
- And who lives here, in the holes? - Probably the swifts, I think.
- The swifts? - Sure.
- Marat! Why the walls are so white? - They got rain-washed after 500 years.
- Mamura, look at the flower I've got. - Why, it's only a burr.
- You don't like it? - I don't.
- Tut! It was picked as a present to you. - In that case, I'll take it.
- Nay, I'll keep hold of it now. - No, give it to me, it meant to be mine.
- Ah-ha! Here, touch this: is it hurt? - Yes, it is.
The closest person can hurt your feelings much harder, than this straw.
- What's the matter with you? - Nothing special.
- Stop to hold my hand. - Wait, wait...
- I think you've got neurosis. - Come on, that's nonsense!
- Probably here was a war once. - Of course.
Ah-hoy!
- How d'you like it? - Dismount now, or you'd fall.
Me? Nonsense, I dreamt of becoming a cavalryman since my childhood.
It's a Cavalry March?
No, it's a carnival trumpet call.
- Have you ever been to a carnival? - No.
Never been to a carnival? By all means you must - it's splendid.
Music is playing, clowns fooling around, Bright lights... Surely you must see that.
- And when it might take place? - Very soon, I think.
If you happen to be in town then, we might go together. Agreed?
Come. Give me my jacket.
With all that jolly crowd around you you'll smile, even if you're very sad.
Lena, will you explain me, please, what's going on between you and Timur?
- It's not so easy to tell... - But you do like him?
- More than that... - Then, why do you torment him still?
I don't know. Just afraid of something.
Marat, why do you keep mum? Are you bored?
What an idea, Ulfiya. I can't be bored in your company.
- Are you serious? - No need to ask!
- Could it possibly be so? - All is possible in this world, Ulfiya.
Really, Ulfie, you can't be in doubt. Even my Granny likes you very much.
- This is incredible! - You're so skinny, my dear man.
But it's so fashionable!
Timur!
- Timur! - What?
- What do you want? - No, nothing.
Do you know, Mamura, once upon a time there was a story...
Two people loved each other very much, and they were happy.
But she was a little older than him.
So, she was told that his life, future and everything might be ruined because of it.
Suddenly she realized that it's true. And she decided to leave him.
He was utterly desperate, he begged, he cried like a child.
But she managed to persuade him. She promised to write.
The very next day he received her first letter.
She wrote that unbearable anguish oppressed her heart,
and informed him of her departure.
Tried to soothe him as best as she could.
The day just a year later he received her second letter.
Like the first, it was very sad and dismal, but still, not in the same degree.
Things grew more obscure in her memory. She lost keenness of perception.
In the end she wrote, that for the first time since her departure
she was able to smile, admiring warm sunlight in the alley.
Five years later the next letter arrived.
She wrote she wasn't nostalgic anymore,
often was in the mood to laugh and even happen to dance once.
That she developed a very special feeling towards him:
Tenderness.
A warm tenderness.
Another five years later he had heard from her again:
Years gone already, you must be now a family man among nearest and dearest.
But I quite aged.
Observed together we might be considered as a mother and a son.
So, it was rather a wise decision to part.
He used to read these letters, feeling they were very helpful.
In former times he had no desire to live, in anxiety looking for her everywhere.
And only thanks to these pieces of paper he was able to live and find peace.
But one thing he was unable to get. Where had she gone?
How managed to hide from him so well?
It was 20 years since their parting, when he received her last letter.
She wrote: You must nearly forget me by now.
And you'll forgive that I've killed myself
at the very next day after our parting.
I just couldn't, I was unable to live without you.
These 20 years you received the letters which were sent to you by my orders.
In these messages I pretended to be alive only because
I wanted to leave you in most kind and cautious way.
And very tenderly.
Is it true?
No, it's a Henri Barbusse story, called "Tenderness".
Why has it come to your mind?
No reason. I don't know.
Maybe because people seldom can behave like this.
- What a shame, Valya! - Once again I've lost.
- Well, let me seek for you. - No. I want him to do it.
Another whimsy of yours!
You may, now!
- And there's one unknown quantity... - Pass it to Mamura.
...which is expressed in terms of another.
MAMURA Then the value we got we must substitute into another equation.
Silence please, everyone must work on solution of this equation.
- It's to Mamura. - Express Y in terms of X.
Now you must solve the first of equations,
as an equation with a single unknown quantity.
Well, well. Silence!
Send it back.
And the value of Y must be substituted into another equation.
4X squared plus 2X minus 3 squared...
- Minus 16 makes zero. - Give it to me!
And, due to solution of this quadratic equation with two unknown quantities,
the value of X will be defined.
"What are you thinking about?" "About you!"
Uzatov! Why are you laughing? Come up to the blackboard!
Very good, Makhmutova, take your seat.
Be quick, Uzatov.
You've been so cheerful recently. Now, try to solve this equation.
Well?
And what am I to do now... But it's said you've got an A for singing.
- Good afternoon! - Good afternoon.
- Anything for us? - Here you are!
- Maybe anything else? - No, nothing else.
"THE CARNIVAL"
- Come on, Mamura! - We're waiting for you.
What's up? Come along!
Let's go, guys.
I was urging him to sign this plan...
- But he said "no"! - Oh, it was quite like him!
He meant to be a real bureaucrat.
Surely, as an old specialist I felt ill at ease in front of the people...
- And then? - Well, he said...
That the account wasn't reported in time.
- Do you plan to go to the carnival? - I do. Why not?
Mamura.
- Hello. - Hello. You're growing up.
- How do you do? - Very well.
I've come to visit the museum. And call on you on my way there.
- Are your relatives in good health? - Yes, they're quite well.
- My Granny sends you her regards. - Thanks.
- Was the herb treatment of success? - She's applying an ointment now.
Not a bad thing to do.
I haven't been in town for a long time. So many new houses have been built.
And we've got a new cinema in our village, too.
Granny's getting so anxious.
# ...Farewell to the sorrows, # Unknown places tomorrow,
# Where you'd never get.
# Only the road forever, # No sense to back up,
# No chance to wake up # On the road ahead.
# Only the road forever, # No sense to back up,
# No chance to wake up # On the road ahead...
- The carnival begins. - Let's come along.
Well, come on!
I can't.
You're busy, I suppose, I mustn't detain you.
No, I've got nowhere to go.
You're tired, then?
I'm sorry, Mamura.
Oh, I completely forgot! I've brought your handkerchief.
You left it in our house.
Granny says it's woman's handkerchief. There're funny elephants.
What's up?
Anything dreadful happened?
Yes.
It happened so simple.
The day was windy, and an electric cable fell right on some unknown boy.
Lena took it away from the boy with her own hands,
holding it till other people were able to come to the rescue.
She might be alive still but for her heart.
She had a very bad heart.
Since childhood and the War, owing to The Leningrad Blockade.
Even I was ignorant of that.
She didn't like being pitied.
No, I don't... I won't... I won't... don't want...
I don't want, don't, I don't...
Don't... Timur, where are you...
I want today to be tomorrow.
I want to live and see the life you've promised, Timur...
I want to live tomorrow...
Hi, young girl!
Are you feeling sad?
Come, this is a carnival! You must be smiling!
Oh, do smile, please!
Can you hear the music, see the lights, funny masks and clowns!
You just can't be sad here!
Hey, girl!
Don't cry.
English subtitles: Egorushka