In 1922, Soviet Russia had 4 million homeless children
SCID REPUBLIC
Based by the story by G. Belykh and L. Panteleyev
Script L. Panteleyev
Directed by G. Poloka
Camera Operators D. Dolinin, A. Chechulin
Producer G. Tsorin
Composer S. Slonimsky
Editor A. Ivanovsky
Cast:
Vikniksor: Sergey Yurskiy
Elanlyum: Y. Burygina Kostalmed: P. Luspekayev
Alnikpop: A. Melnikov Palvan: A. Stolbov
Meftakhutdyn: G. Kolosov Marta: V. Titova
Tonya: V. Zhuhitovich Yankel: L. Vajnshtejn
Goga: V. Perevalov Tsygan: A. Podshivalov
Merchant: Y. Rychkov Dze: S. Tovstonogov
Yaponets: Slava Golubkov Panteleyev: Artur Isayev
Mamochka: Sasha Kavalerov Slayenov: Volodya Kolesnikov
Savuska: Alesha Dogadayev Vorobey: Slava Romanov
Graf Zamazkin
What are you looking at?
- Are your ears strong? - Try them!
And what about yours?
- What's your name? - Grishka!
I'm Anton, Antonina.
- Ha! Are you a girl? - Yeah!
- You look like a boy. - Do I?
Do you know who my father is? The Graf!
The famous inventor Marconi!
- Do you know about wireless telegraphy? - No.
- It's my dad's. He is Italian. - Italian?
What? I have a potato nose?
I got it from my mother. She is Russian.
- Does she type, too? - On tiptoes!
- Why? - She's a ballerina.
- Do you know Kshesinskaya? - Yes.
So, when my father stopped loving her, she plunged into the water.
Wow!
The divers searched for her for 3 days but never found her.
Why?
You rarely find someone after an unhappy love affair.
And my dad, too...
- Drowned himself? - No... he was...
- The Graf? - Yeah!
- What was his surname? - Zamazkin.
Zamazkin! Grafs don't have such surnames.
Well, he was a kind a graf. He served as a coachman for a merchant.
- As who? - A coachman. The 1st guild's coachman.
Grigory Chernikh, 16 years old, his father... It's difficult to read.
I don't have father. And I never had.
Mother is a laundress, he gave up school.
And he is suspected of the burglary of Shuster's haberdashery.
- First prove that! - Sit down, sit down!
I can slander you, too.
Besides, Grigory Chernikh...
is an orderly, careful, polite guy.
- And he doesn't smoke, I think. - Exactly!
- A humanist! - It's been noticed.
Well, who is ready to take Grigory Chernikh?
No, no, I've had enough. I have a hundred of such humanists.
And I have a lot of such junk. I'll pass on the offer as well.
Otherwise we'll have to send him to jail.
All right, in what subjects did he make progress?
In drawing. And they even complimented me for it one time.
- Fine fellow! - Painters would come in handy.
- You take him! - No, wait!
- Wait a little! - Send him now!
I'll accept him if these things are provided: 2 pairs of trousers.
2 sets of bed linen,
latches and screws accordingly.
And nails wouldn't hurt.
And sugar!
And sugar.
One-two, one-two... left! One-two, one-two... pull up!
Grisha! Grisha!
Here it is... about love.
Well, don't think about it...
I'll come to you, swear that you will come, too!
I swear...
Juvenile depravity! What a disgrace!
I'll never forget you! Never!
You are my only one! I don't have anybody!
I love you!
Take this sugar to her and come back immediately!
...where no man has gone before...
Good, finish up and get changed.
- Is the breakfast ready? - It's been cooking!
The first breakfast! Wonderful!
- What's that smell? - It's the sealskin oil. The deficit.
So, listen: cook 60 helpings.
Oh, but we only have 16 children.
No matter! Let them be full.
Ella Andreevna!
Be quiet! Quiet! The children are asleep!
Ella Andreevna!
Are you ready? It's high time!
Wait, don't worry.
Marta! Marta! Marta, where are you?
Wonderful! Wonderful.
The incredible architecture. Marta! Damn it!
I almost got lost.
In this house there are places where no man has gone before.
Don't worry.
It is the premiere today. The curtain will soon rise.
Yes.
Marta! Marta!
Who is this person? Huh?
Hey, who is this person?
Now, Goga, get him moving!
I'll do it!
Yankel is here! A Jew! A typical blond Jew!
Who do you look like? A typical brunet gypsy!
A horse-thief! Let me tell fortunes, let me know your destiny!
Well done, Yankel! You've guessed him right!
Hey, you! Why are you bothering Yankel?
- I'm not Yankel. - You are Yankel! And I am Sparrow!
Don't be afraid of him, he's afraid of the merchant.
- I'm afraid? - Yes?
- I'm afraid? Am I? - Yes.
Can't you hear the bell?
Breakfast is waiting for you! Everything is getting cold!
Make your beds and go for breakfast, quickly!
Make the beds! Get out of bed...
Why he is sleeping? Where is the person on duty?
- Who is on duty? - Nobody!
You are on duty now! Take it and wake him up.
Offenbach, stand up! Stand up, Offenbach!
Okay, what time is it?
Five past ten.
- Well, I'll get up. - Move it! Move it!
When I studied in military school, I caused Kuzmich to go deaf.
When he was waking me up, I hit him right on his ear!
On his ear-drum!
How ingenious!
If you are not at the table in 5 minutes, you'll have your breakfast at supper!
What's up with him? Is he offended?
Oh, I am...
- Hungry? - Yes.
Goga! You've been appointed person on duty! Come on!
Just a minute!
Food!!
Not enough salt!
Just a minute, child, just a minute...
Eat, children!
Children, where are you?
Give me some.
The grog is enough for a hundred paunches!
Finish your breakfast and make...
Where are they?
Meftakhutdyn!
Meftakhutdyn! Who has...
Why you didn't stop them?
Bandits! You see... they snatched the keys from me!
And then threw them into that tree!
Bandits!
- They've got the keys! - They cut down the tree!
Ingenious!
Where's the firewood? Hey?
It looks like it's from forest...
The fathers, you see, are sawing...
And I will take it for heating!
What a dame! O dear!
Would you like to have these lovely, barely-used boots?
Oh!
Allow me!
Wow! You have cooked for the scum of all of Europe!
Oh, children!
Oh, oh, oh!
Well, today is not the best day we could have.
The roses are yet to come. And roses can't exist without the thorns.
Oh!
Well, don't cry, don't cry!
A teacher is a fighter above all!
Stop that, stop that!
How could you become so spoiled in the face of the foster children?
What do you look like? What a hairstyle! Tidy yourself up!
It's all your fault! You allowed them to get out of hand! You!
Calm down! A prim young lady!
Take it easy!
Our stallion is neighing!
A sacristan's voice!
Half-assed Shalyapin! Ha!
You chewed it! And this fellow is bawling!
Let's have a talk with him!
Hush!
Don't marry the female students!
Get up!
Ha-ha-ha! Rhinos! Get up!
Move it!
If you're late for breakfast... you'll have it at supper!
Vilmgentel, gunslinger!
Dirty guys are not permitted to have breakfast!
Next!
- This way! - Next!
Here he is!
- What has happened to them today? - Hands behind your backs.
A roll-call!
Gromonostsev! Gromonostsev is absent.
- Delay his helping. - I'm here!
- Japaridze! - I'm here!
- Chernikh! - I'm here!
- Kosorov! - I'm here!
- Yonin! - I'm here!
I'm here!
- Golubkov! - I'm here!
- Pilnikov! - I'm here!
Start eating!
From this day everything will be in another, organized way.
Guys, we start the new life.
We won't be waiting for the new school year!
The lessons will start after the breakfast, from morning till night!
You all are the pupils of the school
of individual upbringing, named in honour of Dostoevsky.
- SCID! - What? What did you say?
SCID! Short for, in a Soviet way... SChool In honour of Dostoevsky.
Yes. Are you Gromonostsev?
Depending on the level of your knowledge,
you are divided into 4 companies, like in the army.
Now I'm going to introduce the teaching staff.
My name is Victor Nikolaevich Sorokin.
VicNikSor!
Gromonostsev! That first remark will be the last one!
My deputy... teacher of German.
- Ella Andreevna Lumberg. - ElAnLum!
Get out! Stand up!!
You'll have your breakfast at supper!
Sorry.
A teacher of history... Al Nik... well, Alexander Nikolaevich Popov.
AlNikPop!
Chernikh! First warning.
A teacher of gymnastics.
Wow! A hefty chap!
A knacker from the slaughter-house! A beefcake!
Konstantin Alexandrovich Mednikov!
KonstAlMed!
Chernikh, you'll have your breakfast at supper!
But what have I done? What have I done?
Don't be naughty!
Change your clothes! Be quick!
Oh, kiddies! My name is Amalia Skuratova.
AmaSku!
What?
American Skunk!
No, the underwear is not American. It's our, domestic, from institute.
What do you give out? Hey, American skunk!
Let's establish the order! Old woman! Give us the trousers!
Just a minute, kiddy...
- We're going to the city! - What?
- We're going to the city! - But nobody goes to the city!
That'll do! Now you are all go to lessons!
You are the pupils of the 4th senior company, you have a literature lesson.
I wish you luck.
- Well, how do you find him? - What?
Do you like him?
No. And you?
You know, guys, the revolution made all the people equal.
But your teachers, so to say.
Don't want to have equal rights with you.
- They wake us in morning! - They make us wash ourselves!
They make me do the same!
- It seems to me we'll get on well! - But can you sing?
Imagine that I can! And even not bad.
If you can... sing now!
Should I sing? But what about the lesson?
There is still time! It's never too late to learn!
Well, what can I do, hooligans. Can somebody stand at the door?
Goga, be the look out.
Everything is okay.
Come on!
You sing for two weeks!
You must remember that you are
a teacher of literature above all.
Undoubtedly. That's why there is Russian classical literature
and city folklore in my vocal repertory.
Sit down.
What did you say?
City folklore.
"Don't marry the female students from the industrial school?"
"They are thick like sausages."
- "They are fat" - "They are thick like sausages..."
What do you teach?
I teach great Russian literature, but I introduce a new method,
which deeply differs from yours, which is of old regime.
Do you really beleive it's new?
Absolutely!
Yes. We won't get on well with you.
Now you can go...
- Don't leave us! Come back! - Pavel Ivanovich, come back!
Farewell, friends, I couldn't do many things that I had conceived!
Excursions to opera, and free reading of Russian literature, and...
- Hurray, herculeses! - Hurray!
Hooligans! Let's kick up a row, such as the world has never seen before!
Victor Nikolaevich, let him sing instead of this outrage...
It may be better if we take him back for a period of probation.
- That's it! - Indeed!
Liberals!
I dismissed him and I don't intend to change my mind!
I propose to create the government of our hooligan State.
And I propose as a chairman of Council of Ministers...
With dictatorial authorities!
I propose Kupets the Brilliant!
Hurray!
We declare war on the teachers! Henceforth we call them Chaldeans!
Appoint me as a Minister of the row! The total mobilization!
Hooligans! Let's make posters!
- Propose him Minister of press! - Hurray!
COUNCIL OF MINISTERS HOOLIGAN STATE
Under pain of death, we demand the return to school
of our literature teacher P.I. Arikov
Go to classes, friends!
Hooligans!
Hello, kiddies! It's strange that you...
Don't be naughty!
All right! Wonderful! The Chaldeans accept a challenge!
The school is declared to be in a siege! Nobody will leave!
The war will last till the final victory!
- Beat the Chaldeans! - Hurray!!
Oh God! How terrible!
I'll show them what's what!
No, no, not this!
- But... - No!
One, two, three!
Sign the surrender!
Goga! Bring the sulphur from the chemical safe!
They're charlatans! Should I call the police?
No! On no account!
- We'll overcome them ourselves! - We'll burn!
Meftahutdin, wait a minute!
The armistice!
Do you know, guys, that you make a row not because of Arikov!
Because of him!
Because of him?
- Who is your ringleader? - We are not a rabble!
We have a chairman of Council of Ministers!
- Who? - Him, Kupets!
Kupets the Brilliant!
- And are you all the Ministers? - Yes we are!
Well, let me make your acquaintance.
So, you make a row because of Pavel Ivanovich.
And take your hands out of your pockets.
- What did he teach you? - Many things.
Then, many things, you say. What exactly?
- He knew well how to... - What? How to sing?
Yeah! About sausage!
Yes! You grew fond of that impostor for his sausage!
You are smart guys with a great life experience.
How could you do that?
You like music. You scratched an indecent word upon the piano.
- Our song! - A thievish song!
Why it is thievish?
At our place Lipovka a pickpocket stole some beer.
- Ha! It's Gaudeamus! - Right you are, Jonin, it's Gaudeamus!
An old student anthem. It's in latin.
- And what's the Russian translation? - Translate!
- Here it is: we are cheerful... - As long as we are young!
But is the translation necessary? Make up your own hymn.
You have your State, but you don't have a hymn.
No.
Take this melody of Gaudeamus and who will write the words?
You!
It'll be great!
Why not? Some time ago I wrote poems, and they were not so bad.
Imagine... even Alexander Blok was envious of my poems.
- It was he, who wrote "The twelve"? - Yes. Yes.
- Could he really be envious? - Well, imagine!
Of course, it was during the certain period
of our creative work, when we were sitting at the same school desk.
- But I've lost my ability to write poems. -Me too!
And who published "The rebel"?
Very interesting and critical newspaper.
I did!
To tell the truth, it slightly reminds me of the yellow press.
But I didn't publish it by myself. Jap helped me.
Well, fine. Let's compose the hymn together.
- Let's sing again. - Yes!
Countess Vizim
It's interesting to see a sunflower here.
It's the State Emblem. This is a symbol!
Each republic has it's own State Emblem and ours must have one.
- Indeed! - The implication is like this.
Our school consists of pupils just as the sunflower consists of seeds.
- Do you see? - Yes.
You know that learning is light. The sunflower reaches for the light, too.
The principal inventor of our emblem is Chernikh.
- Wow, brainy Yankel! - Long live the press department!
Well done, Grisha! Well done!
Long live the newspaper and People's commitee!
We are the sunflower seeds and Victor nibbles us!
Victor Nikolaevich!
Guys, guys!
- She's arrived! - Who?
- Your fiancee! - A typical blond fiance!
- Kick him out of our commitee! - Let's make him scarce!
It's not my fault, she does as she likes!
- Kick him out! Kick him out! - Immediately!
Goga! Run and tell her to clear off!
That's right, Yankel!
Just so!
- You're looking for Grisha? - Yes!
Grisha gives you the kiss off!
Good riddance to bad rubbish!
Go lay an egg!
Farewell and be hanged!
Hey, boy!
Stop!
- Is it you? - Me!
Wait a little!
Leave me alone!
Feast at the expense of VicNikSor
Here we are at last.
How are you doing, Vitenka, my dear sonny!
My dear, my dear blue-eyed boy!
I'm so happy I can admire you before my death.
Let's go, mom. Let's go!
You are my little blue-eyed kitten!
Guys, VicNikSor is a mummy's boy!
- Come on, come on... - Be careful, mom!
- How do you do! - Let's go!
- Welcome! - Mom, it's Ella Andreevna!
- Who? - Ella Andreevna!
Oh, Ella Andreevna! I see.
VicNikSor's mother is as deaf as a post!
Exactly!
Guys, I forgot to introduce
A new pupil... Alexey Panteleev.
By the way, he is a future writer, he writes poems.
Accept him properly.
We are all experts in poems!
We compose hymns!
Can you swallow swords?
Maybe you can cycle?
We'll teach you. Goga, it's a grammar-school boy!
They study here for nothing!
I have changed Vitya's piano.
Who will cook him real pancakes?
Okay!
Who will feed him with real pancakes?
My little kitten! Blue-eyed!
Oh, Marta, if you only knew what poems he wrote
when he was small!
My little blue-eyed kitten.
In short panties!
I smell the cabbage soup, which is made of fresh cod-liver oil!
It's not our sealskin oil!
What are you doing? It's a famine, do you see!
VicNikSor's mother is blind as a mole!
Eat, Vitenka! My little blue-eyed kitten. Eat!
Thank you, mother!
We've snatched it!
- Marta! Marta! - She is here, she is here!
Ella Andreevna! Where are you?
You don't like it?
You have missed it, gawk!
Why you didn't steal a pancake?
Get lost.
What? Why do you banish us? Hey?
Because it's mean... to rob the blind old woman!
Meanness, meanness, meanness! Go and denounce us to Vitenka!
Citizens of SCID! An unprecedented event in our republic's history!
An angelic person has appeared in our ranks!
Idiot!
What? Guys, does somebody have a pancake?
- A pancake! - I have!
Eat! Eat!
- Grab him! - Grab!
Eat! I say eat!
You hit my tongue! Beat him!!
- Beat him in the dark!! - Vermin!
Bump him off!
Come with me.
- It's the end. He'll denounce us. - Indeed!
We shouldn't have cramed that pancake into his mouth.
Of course he will denounce you! It serves you right!
Panteleev is not like me. He won't lick your boots.
Guys! A shocking incident has happened in our school!
An old and weak woman was offended.
I didn't want to discuss this case
while it concerned myself personally. But...
Later I witnessed a more abominable
and aggressive incident.
Guys, I understand and even share your indignation
about your classmate's act.
But even if Panteleev acted so basely,
you didn't have the right to show your resentment in such a barbaric way
and by lynch mob! You didn't have the right!
It means that Panteleev didn't denounce us.
Panteleev! Lyosha! Are you sleeping?
He's sleeping.
Go to hell! You don't let me sleep.
He isn't sleeping!
- Are you hungry? - He is!
Here we have collected something to eat for you! Do you hear?
- We'll push it under the door! - Come on!
Don't be angry, it was a mistake.
It's Greek to me...
The more freedom, the fewer secrets
or Power to the People!
- So, what is our school? - A reformatory school!
A labour settlement!
An unhappy country, suffering from the Chaldean's yoke!
SCID republic!
- Right you are! A republic! - Rather a monarchy, than a republic!
A monarchy!
So, our school is a republic!
But Victor Nikolaevich, in a republic the power belongs to people!
- Ha! He'll give you a thrashing! - Jonin is right! I agree.
I suggest to give people the power in our school.
- That's splendid! - I offer the self-government!
Don't believe him! Don't believe him!
Now we elect the monitors! Of the groups, dining-hall and cloakroom!
And who will be weighing the bread?
Don't worry, Jonin, the bread will be distributed by SCID-citizens!
- That's right, Victor Nikolaevich! - Well done, VicNikSor!
What a brainy man! A brainy man!
The Council of the monitors will settle all the questions.
You say "all the questions?" Nuts to you!
Fine. If you want nuts, you can!
I will invite the monitors to the teachers' meeting.
As full members.
Let's start the elections! The first post is the kitchen monitor.
- Who do you offer? - Yankel! Chernikh!
We'll do without blonds! Without blonds!
- Call out for me! - Let Gromonostsev be in the kitchen!
We'll do without horse-thiefs! Without horse-thiefs!
Vote for Gypsy!
Guys, nevertheless, but we must have a parliament, not a mob.
I open the debate with selection of candidates! Gromonostsev and Chernikh.
Hey, Gypsy, give them a few words! Come on!
Gromonostsev!
SCID citizens! Dear voters! I won't offend you, pals!
I'll give the crusts to the senior company.
And I won't offend the junior company, too!
The cod-liver oil must be on our tables! The sealskin oil must be taken away!
And plenty of grub!
Panteleev!
Speak, Panteleev!
Guys, we have a famine now. We count each piece of bread.
In short, Gromonostsev won't do here.
- We want the justice! - The honest monitor must be in the kitchen!
Down with the horse-thief! Down with the horse-thief!
In my opinion Yankel is the most just guy! I mean Chernikh.
Chernikh must be electee! Yankel must be in the kitchen!
Down with the blonds! Down with the blonds!
Who votes for Gromonostsev?
Put your hands down.
Who votes for Chennikh? A majority vote!
Those who conceived the idea of smoking? Does anybody want them put in isolation?
I warn you:
I'll cancel both the vacations and walks for discipline breakers.
The monitor of the cloakroom will take their clothes off.
Oh, the great people of SCID!
You've been given the parliament, but you've got the servitude!
I offer to choose Jonin as the monitor of the cloakroom!
Long live the self-government!
Long live the President of the democratic republic
Victor Nikolaevich Sorokin!
- Vivat to President VicNikSor... hurray! - Congratulations!
SCID, beware - Dictatorship!
- Kapustin! - I'm here!
- Nesterenkov! - I'm here!
- Rodionov! - I'm here!
- Polunin! - I'm here!
- Kuzmin! - I'm here!
- Sloyonov - Hey, newcomer!
Yes! I'm here!
- Savin! - I'm here!
Start to eat.
You have bad food here.
We eat only frozen potatoes.
That's bad.
Maybe you would like to eat pancakes, cooked with the cod-liver oil?
- Eat up your bread quickly! - I have no wish to eat.
- Are you full? - Kind of.
- Give it to us, we'll eat it together! - Why together? I asked first!
And I was second!
Shame on you!
That's not good.
I'll eat it myself. During the lesson.
Finish your breakfast. Stand up!
Wait!
Here it is! Eat! You'll give it back to me at lunch.
How do you like that! At lunch they give us four times as much,
but you're givng me an eighth of it now!
- It's up to you. I won't force you. - Wait! I agree!
Thanks! Good boy.
- Give me a bit! - Where is yours?
- I owe the newcomer. - What for?
Please, give me some.
Fancy that!
Lend till the supper.
Then you'll give me back two helpings! At supper and at breakfast!
Lend me too!
- Then you'll give me back the whole quarter. - All right.
Hey, newcomer, give me too!
- And for me too! - And for me!
You will all give me back the whole quarters!
Thank you.
You are so slender!
Thank you.
- Rockefeller! Swine! - Rothschild!
Purishkevich!
What are you doing here?
This isn't the junior company.
I thought...
What did you think?
I thought you were hungry.
- Here it is, guys! - Do you have more?
Of course, I don't mind!
No more!
- Oh! Give me it! - Leave him alone!
Ah! If we had some sugar ...and tea!
Help yourselves!
Wait a little! Hey, slaves!
Give, give!
Eat! And bring the boiling water! Be quick!
What are you doing?
I'll smash his mug!
- Smash! - It's impossible!
He eats three helpings every lunch! I'm hardly able to drag my feet along.
Eat these crumbs!
Eat, guys! I don't mind doing anything for good friends!
If someone offends you... tell him!
- I wish I had some tea now... - And sugar.
Are you drinking tea?
Bon appetit!
Thanks!
I stored up some sugar for you.
Merci!
You bribe the senior company! You, skunk!
I'd whip you, filthy moneylender!
- Let's fry him up! - That's right! Open the oven!
Please!
Oh, don't! Oh, don't!
You'll all kick the bucket from hunger!
Hey, guys! They're electing the new monitors in the dining-hall! Let's go!
Konstantin Alexandrovich! May we do some more exersises?
All right! Repeat the combination!
Have a rest!
- Give me the key! - I'll give you what for!
- You are not the monitor anymore! - And who is?
Savin... according to the majority of the votes and the constitution.
Your time is expired! They have elected another one.
Madam, you owe me only 250 million.
- Ah, blood-sucker! - Merci!
The notebook!
Here it is!
Konstantin Alexandrovich! Has Kosorov been in the dining-hall today?
No!
But there is a note that he has got his helping.
I told you there was something wrong in the kitchen.
- And has Pilnikov been there? - No.
- And Bessovestin? - He is in the hospital.
- And Starlinsky? - He is at his parents.
This is the result of your self-government, Victor Nikolaevich.
Don't be naughty!
This is awful!
The shabbiest act is
to steal the last slice
of your friend's bread!
To leave the little ones hungry. It's vile and base.
Savin is dismissed!
Victor Nikolaevich! Why? I... I didn't want to!
Who received the bread instead of the absent pupils?
Who did it? I'll demand at the next
teacher's council for the expulsion of Savin!
- But... where will I go? - To the cell for the time being!
Konstantin Alexandrovich! Take him!
Let me go, I won't go to the cell, I won't, Chaldeans!
Who owes Sloyonov? Raise your hands!
- Me! - Me!
Everybody!
- Do you all have your helpings? - We do.
Eat!
- But he can call for elders! - Never mind! Let him do that.
"I guess life is a great delusion,
"but I don't complain, my soul doesn't suffer
"from the grief and wounds, because nobody helps!"
- Pay the debt! - Ask Fedor Mikhailovich.
Who is Fedor Mikhailovich?
Dostoevsky.
Here is the new rule: if we owe you... you are a fool!
So, you are dishonest! All right, wait a little!
- What a mess it will be now... - What? Come what may!
It was him!
I asked him to pay the debt
but he sent me to Dostoevsky!
But what do you think we are for you?
Are we your bodyguards? Hey!
If you poke your nose in one more time, I'll give you a sock on the jaw!
Wait! Gypsy! Wait!
Yankel!
You brought it on yourself!
That's unfair! I didn't beat you!
- Oh, it's painful! - Beat this skunk!
The slavery is abolished!
Victor Nikolaevich! Release Savin!
It's impossible.
Victor Nikolaevich, come out for a minute!
Victor Nikolaevich, we have a just self-government now!
- You really believe us! - I believe you.
Savin is not guilty.
Is it you, Ptashlya?
No! He would have missed! It was me! Me!
Mummy
- Where did they take you? - To the Crimea.
- You've been to the resort? - Yes.
All our pupils have hobbies. And what about you?
The illustration of Chernikh. - Yes, Chernikh. Are you an artist?
- Nope. - Oh, I see... you are a musician!
Nope!
- Well, what about your balalaika? - It's beautiful!
- Do you appreciate the beauty? - Nope!
Is it Dostoevsky?
It is Dostoevsky. Did you read Dostoevsky?
I read "Crime and punishment".
And do you like reading? Nope?
- Nope... - Well.
- But do you have a dream? - A dream?
A dream.
To eat my fill.
Mother, make fresh carrot tea for us.
I understand you want to eat. Well, would you like anything else?
I'd like to snatch this table-cloth and make a red shirt!
- Cool? - Cool! Is that all?
I want to escape from here! That's my dream!
It's fresh and hot! Drink, kiddy, drink!
Mother, thanks.
Well, maybe I'll live here for some days.
Come here, here is a place at the window!
Come here, little flea.
Sprechen sie Deutsch?
- What? - Do you speak German a little?
- I speak very nice! - Wow!
- Gut. Sprechen sie. - What?
Speak!
In German... that's abracadabra, in Russian it means the sandwich!
Is that all?
Offenbach, look after him. Panteleev, go to the blackboard!
Are you hungry?
Oh, my mummy, who is not hungry now?
Hmm, mummy...
I can't give you more then one million.
Are you crazy? Eat! I say eat!
- Whoever touches Mummy - dies! - Ha! Mummy!
- But I wanted to call him Cyclops! - A real cyclops! Wow!
You are a cyclops! I'll squash you!
Look what a loony! Okay, you are Mummy! As you like!
- What is it? - That's the hall door.
Do you like the handle?
- Nope! And what's that? - A clock. Do you like it?
Nope!
- What's that? - A mixer.
- Do you like it? - Nope!
- Do you like it? - I do!
When they executed my dad near Kakhovka,
his American boots were given to me, do you see?
Hey! Mummy!
Are you sleeping?
He's sleeping.
Look out, Kostya Fedotov.
Let me help you.
Take care.
You've stolen the last trousers of your friends.
The trousers were school property. They can give them another pair.
You say "another!" They won't give them another! There is no other pair!
The Soviet Government spent their last money sewing these trousers!
Go away.
And take it.
Take it.
And give it back.
Or else the guys will know... they will... you see.
And go away. We don't need such pupils.
Kupets!
Let me smoke!
You've been caught by VicNikSor.
You turned out to be a scoundrel, Kostya Fedotov.
Kupets!
May I come in?
How will we celebrate this holiday
if we don't have a solemn supper?
- We'll dance till one drops! - The performance!
- What a performance, Jap? - Let's arrange a cabaret.
Let's invite Poddubny! We can also invite clowns!
We can stage "War and peace" with SCID's help.
- And we can present "Three sisters" - I will play the sisters!
And me!
Classical literature is beautiful.
But would you like to stage anything modern? Revolutionary?
For example, "The twelve"?
We can do that.
Great! Who wants to take part in the performance?
I can tap-dance!
I can move my ears!
I know a song! It's very plaintive!
- Bravo! - Well done!
A new singer has appeared!
Mummy won't do! He might slip away.
I want to be a singer! I dreamed of it! I'll be damned if I escape!
I'm not sure.
Who's there? Come here!
What?
You see, my mother feels bad.
I see!
Can you run to the drugstore and buy an oxygen bag?
- Yes, I can! - Will you remember?
Yes.
Here is money and the prescription.
And the pass?
Here.
Okay.
- Tell me the address! - The address is on the prescription.
Fedotov, wait! Stop! You should put on a coat!
We are a short of time!
Wait!
Keep my balalaika! They'll give 40 million for it at the flea market!
I'll be back soon!
Stop!
Wow! Who do I see! Ha! Kostya! Flounder!
Boatswain!
- Let's go! - Splendid!
- Let's warm ourselves! Let's drink!
Guys, I must go. I'm late, guys!
Let me go, do you hear me?
Come on, come on!
Guys, I'm late! Let me go, please!
Here we are!
- Look what a dandy! - He was going to his girlfriend!
Give it back!
What are you doing, scum?
- Oh, hooligans! - Give me that!
Why! 2 million and that is all!
And what's this?
She looks like a nun.
- "For Vitya from his mom". - Don't touch the picture!
Let me go, they are waiting for me!
...Smiles in May...
- Madams, give us some seeds! - Pay us the money!
Can we have it for nothing?
She looked at me! And then she smiled!
- And what did you do? - Am I a fool?
I smiled at her like a horse!
It's too early.
Why?
The less we care about a woman, the easier to touch her heart.
- Maybe I should slick my hair down? - No, it won't help.
Close the window!
Guys, I don't like it.
- Does it make any difference to you? - Yes!
Come here.
Finally, bring your friends here, to school.
- We doubt you'll allow that! - Why not?
Well, swear on your mother!
As President of SCID's republic, I announce officially:
You may come with your girlfriends to our May Day holiday.
All of them!
Hurray!
- Hey, brunet, what do you want? - I'm looking for Tonya! Markoni.
Tonya! Tonya, a fop has come for you!
What? Why are you yelling?
What do you want?
Tonya, hi! Do you recognize me?
Tonya, I didn't forget my vow.
Let's go to our May Day holiday.
And what about you, do you remember your vow?
- I don't. - Why!
You told me about your dad who was the famous American inventor.
Tonya! Tonya! It's time to open the library!
Wait.
Look here, you, coachman of the 1st guild!
Good riddance to bad rubbish!
- What? Why? For good? - For good.
- But what about the vow? - You have remembered too late.
Goodbye.
Tonya! Tonya! Do you hear? It's time to open the library!
You exchanged us for a woman!
Long live the World's Revolution!
Hurray!
- A sister! - How do you do!
- Come in, please!
- A cousin! - I'm very glad.
A pretty madam.
- A second cousin. - How do you do!
- How do you do! I'm Masha. - Masha, come in, please!
What a pretty girl!
A glimpse of perfect womanhood!
- Is she a second cousin? - Yes.
She resembles you very much.
How do you do!
What are they doing?
They'll mash their mugs together or they'll share a meal.
Nope! They are dancing.
Hey! Do you have a light?
Mummy! Mummy!!
Four sides - no more.
Super dull drummer!
Hey, bare-legged!
Half-assed scouts!
Hey, bare-legged, you'll lose your tambourine!
What's up? Get down from the window-sill immediately!
Victor Nikolaevich, come here! There are half-assed scouts!
Stop that!
These are not scouts! These are the pioneers!
- What pioneers? - What are these pioneers for?
Guys, the pioneers' community
is a recently established children's communist organization.
But why should we be left out? Let's organize one too!
- Indeed! - I'll play the pipe!
I'll play the drum!
Don't get too excited. I'll make inquiries tomorrow.
They stole the tablecloth.
Teacher on duty!
Yakushka, wait, he'll make a scarf for me!
Yes!
Savushka, make a little scarf for me, please!
That's enough. You've cut all the tablecloth to pieces.
Do you already have supper?
What's new, Victor Nikolaevich?
Guys, don't worry.
Hurry up, Victor Nikolaevich!
They didn't permit us to organise
both a pioneer and komsomol community.
- Why? - Why?
Because our school is a prison-kind of school.
But we don't make a row anymore!
It's forbidden till the complete reform of the pupil.
It's not provided for in the regulations, you see.
Then... our faces kept us from it.
Password!
Your money will be ours! Response!
There's a nasty mouse in every house! Go!
Password!
Your money will be ours! Response!
When I came nearer I saw the light!
We don't have the right to organize the legal community,
and so we will organize an illegal one.
Bandits!
- Now, the vow! Who's first? - Me!
I swear to serve for our common cause
to the last drop of blood. If I betray my organization
may the public have contempt for me!
And may my friends condemn me.
The disgrace may be wiped out with the blood.
Your hand!
One, two, three, four. The inevitable has occurred!
I feel good!
The inscription on our flag must run:
People's association, in which the free evolution of each man...
is a condition of the free evolution of everyone!
Karl Marx wrote this in his manifesto.
- Go to bed. - But...
Don't tell anybody!
I don't understand anything.
Jap! Why you don't bathe?
Merci! But who will make the preparations?
I have a secluded nook here.
Today at 12 o'clock as usual we have a lesson on the garret.
Keep your eyes open! Give the signal!
Yes!
Right face!
Follow me! Quick march! One, two, three...
Why you are staying here? Beat it!
Are you deaf-and-dumb?
- Guys! Pioneers beat our people! - Pioneers beat Jap!
SCID, forward!! Beat the bare-legged!
Otekhnikin! Otekhnikin!
It's disgraceful!
Are they yours?
Mine. Please, excuse me.
How could they entrust such orphan riff-raffs to this woman!
Stand in a line!
A sin and a shame!
You may be taken only to the uninhabited island.
Orphan rats! Scum!
Nepman! Blood-sucker!
What a disgrace! You disgrace me!
We... we are not guilty! The orphan kids...
What orphan kids? What old-regime words you are using?
Okay - Dostoevsky's kids!
Hey you! Red collars! What are you doing here?
Hey, feeble! Play the pipe!
- Sit here or I'll put out your eyes! - It serves him right!
Repeat! Say it! Come on!
I'm a turkey cock, red sluggard in a red collar!
That's it! Repeat!
Now, renounce your red collar, scoundrel!
It serves these pioneer scum right!
What are you doing, bastard?
Who is this shrimp?
I ask why do you bully this boy?
- Come here, sucker! - Climb into the box for company!
Well, I'll give you what's for!
- You, single-eyed frog! You... - Beat him! He must be pioneer, too!
Get it, pioneer's defender!
Oh my! Men, what are you doing? You'll kill him! Oh!
Homeless Konstantin Fedotov
wasn't scared of the brutal drunk merchants.
He defended the young pioneer
and he didn't retreat, until he lost consciousness.
Pals, that's our Mummy!
Thanks. Thank you! It's the only picture of my mother.
It's not my fault. They didn't let me go. Boatswain.
They took away your wallet! It's not my fault!
Stop that! I know it's not your fault! You'll tell us about that later.
We say "hurray for Kostya Fedotov" from all the pioneers!
Hurray!
- Mummy, give a speech! - Hey, you'll lose your tambourine!
Guys! No more will you lose sleep at night! No more secrets!
From this day
your organization of young Communards becomes legal!
Great!
Did they really allow you to do that?
No, they didn't.
- It means... - Right you are!
Are you out of your mind?
I'll do it!
If I need to... I'll go to Felix Dzerzhinsky.
THE END