Wait!
You know what... I have a heart.
Everybody has one.
Mother told me it's beating. Want to listen to it?
Go home, we're off for some business.
Couldn't I just follow you?
Go home, I'm telling you.
We're going to sell herbs, that's nothing for kids.
Seryozha (based on a story by V. Panova)
So they didn't take you along?
If I wanted to, I could gather different herbs, as high as the sky.
You lie, nobody could gather anything as high as the sky.
A story from the life of a little boy.
Why are you standing there? Dance!
I can't dance.
Then sing.
Scenario: V. Panova, G. Danelia, I. Talankin
Directed by: Georgy Danelia, Igor Talankin
Camera - Anatoly Nitochkin, consultant: Prof. Leonid Kosmatov
Assistant director - D. Tambiyeva Art Director - V. Nisskaya
Musical score - Boris Tchaikovsky Sound - L. Trakhtenberg
Makeup - K. Yarmovyuk Montage - P. Chechetkina
Trick photography: camera - B.Pluzhnikov background artist - N. Spiridonova; editor - M. Kachalova
Movie Production Orchestra, conducted by A. Roytman
Associate producer - V. Tsyrgiladze
Cast: Seryozha - Borya Barkhatov Korostelyov - Sergey Bondarchuk
Marianna - Irina Skobtseva Lidka - Natasha Chechetkina
Vasska - Seryozha Metyelytsyn Zhenka - Yura Kozlov
Shurik - Alesha Dotzenko Vasska's mother - L. Sokolova
Uncle Kostya - V. Merkuriev Aunt Pasha - A. Panova
Zhenka's aunt - K. Frolova Lukianych - N. Sergeev
other cast: V. Bryleev, V. Brovkin, E. Guliaeva, P. Winnik, M. Zharova, E. Zhdanova, P. Kiryutkin, E. Kudriashiov
Produced in 1960.
Hello.
Here. Dmitry Korneevich has sent out his things.
Mamma!
Korostelyov has sent us his overcoat.
I know, little Seryozha.
You know something, little Seryozha?
What?
I want us to have a daddy.
It's bad without a daddy, isn't it?
- Right, Seryozha? - Yes.
Korostelyov will live with us now.
He will be you dad.
Why?
Pasha, hey Pasha! Come here.
- Is it true, your Marianna gets married? - It is.
Thank God. The boy will have a father now.
It's bad without a "muzhik" in a house. [peasant]
My Zhenia is such a burden around my neck.
And why? There's nobody around to give him a good belting.
I'm only took pity on him, because he's my late sister's child.
- Hello. - Hello.
oh pear-tree, you are so lush
standing green and stately
Hello Sergey.
Mitya, go and have a wash.
everybody admires you, river wide
a serene dawn and I, so lonely.
Well, man. I've moved to your place.
Do you mind?
- Going to stay here always? - Yes.
Will you give me a belting?
Why should I?
When I'm naughty.
No, I think belting is stupid.
It's stupid, and it makes children cry.
We can always come to an agreement, man to man.
My blue-eyed beloved went far away.
My heart is waiting for us to meet soon again
and sings about him.
My heart is waiting for us to meet soon again
and sings about him.
Where are you, my sweet,
please answer, my darling.
A pear-tree is in blossom,
waiting for our meeting.
Which room are you going to sleep in?
This one, I suppose.
It seems so, man.
On Sunday you and I will go... you know where?
To the toystore, and you choose any toy you want, ok?
Ok, I want a "lisaped". [velociped - bicycle]
- How soon is Sunday? - Soon.
When?
Tomorrow's Friday, then Saturday, then Sunday.
That's a long time...
Come to dinner!
Let's go.
Well, congratulations!
Same to you!
I wish you love and mutual understanding.
1...2...3...4... continue. [morning exercises on the radio]
Mamma! Mamma!
Mamma!!!
No, no. Don't yell.
You're a big boy.
Mother's asleep, and let her sleep.
Why wake her up?
My spade is in there.
You'll get it. It won't go away.
Mother will wake up, and you'll get it.
Look, here's your slingshot.
Play with it in the meantime.
Start the exercise! Turn left... [morning exercises on the radio continue]
What's the matter with you today?
His mother got married.
Who to?
To Korostelyov, the manager of the "Bright Shore" collective farm.
Seryozha's taking it hard.
Why should he? His life won't change.
He's going to buy me a bicycle.
Did he promise? Or are you just hoping?
He did. We are going to the store on Sunday.
Tomorrow's Friday, then Saturday, then Sunday.
Lies. He won't buy him a bike.
My daddy will buy me a bike too, as soon as he gets his pay.
Hello children. Listen to "Pioneer daybreak". [a famous morning radio program]
Korostelyov, I need my spade.
- Spade? - And all my things.
Here's your spade.
Drop the cigarette.
"Drop it". What a...
Mitia! Try to be home for dinner.
I can't make it today.
Don't take it to heart, Sergey.
He's a nice guy, you can see it by his face.
Korostelyov!
Did you forget? Today is Sunday.
And?...
Oh... We'll go, without fail.
As soon as I get things done.
You used your hand!
[counting to 11, for the penalty kick]
Kick the ball.
Seryozha, why aren't you playing football?
They don't accept you?
I'm waiting for Korostelyov.
We're going to the shop, to buy a bicycle.
And where he is?
With my mother.
Says he's busy, but he's just talking.
Jesus Christ!
Do I pay for the child?
Stand here, boy.
No.
You'll have to pay for him.
- You want... - A bicycle.
Two-wheeled.
You're gonna have...
...a real thing!
You'll be thanking me every day.
Twist the bar,
ring the bell, and push the pedals.
Why are you looking at me? Push them!
I'm worn out. You learn to ride by yourself now.
I've learned a bit how to ride.
Move away, or I could run you over.
Ouch. I turned the handlebar the wrong way.
It's hard to keep my feet on the pedals.
Take off your shoes, it'll be easier.
You can cling to them with your toes.
Let me try.
Hold me.
No. It's my turn!
I want to ride too, and this is my bike!
You miser!
"Miser-beezer!" [kids' teasing phrase]
Hey! What are you doing?
Whose bike is it - yours or his?
Let's go, Sergey.
Ride, Sergey.
Two misers.
What?
Now you ride, Vasska.
The goat! Take away the goat!
I'll smash it... Go away!
Oh my God.
Quick work! Don't worry, we'll fix it.
Lukianych, give me a file, please.
Zhenka and I are making a plane.
a plane...
Here. But don't lose it.
Cluttering up the whole attic with trash, you good-for-nothing!
You study three years at each grade,
and no help from you around the house.
Why do you stare at me?
What are you gawking at?
Go and get the oil at once!
Zhenia... I've brought it.
You still here, huh?
A millstone round my neck!
A corner to yourself, eh?
What you need is a whip!
May you be damned!
Just you wait, you ne'er-do-well!
See that you chop all the wood!
And I don't want to see you again until you do!
Hello!
Hello!!
What?
Can we fly our glider from the tower?
You can.
fire station
Sergey, stay here. Kids aren't allowed up there.
Let him go up, Vassya. He did help us.
Alright... Come on, Sergej!
Let me see... You made it?
No, Zhenia made it. He did.
That's no way to make wings.
The angle's wrong. It must be like this. Look.
Now you've broken it!
- That's nothing... - It's a plane!
We'll fix it.
- Who's there? - It's me, Seryozha!
Which Seryozha?
From Dalnaya street... you pinched my hand!
He's with us!
See that you behave yourselves, eh!
Get away from the bell!
There he goes.
Oh, isn't it high!
What a "master breakster"!
Where's my house?
You can't see it from here.
Where's the "Bright Shore"?
There, beyond the river.
You'll have to finish school, whatever you do.
Nobody will take you without an education.
It's clear. Nobody will take me without an education.
And you'll put your aunt in her place.
Aha, you try it...
...or else just ignore her.
But I do.
I'm just tired of her! Sick and tired, you see.
You know, Vassia,
I'll go to Rostov and enter a trade school.
Will they take you?
Why not? I'll fill in an application.
They probably will.
- What's your year of birth? - 1943
Last week I turned 14.
Is your aunt against it?
No, not really, only she's afraid that...
...if I leave, I might not help her later on.
Yeah... I'll leave anyway.
Will you go by train?
Hey, don't fall down!
The main thing is to make a decision and act.
Not "probably... probably..."
Or the new school year will come, and your dawdling will start all over again.
Yes, I should probably make a decision and act.
I've been wanting to do it for a long time, Vassia.
I will live like a god.
Imagine... You return to the dormitory in the evening...
there's your own bed, bedside table.
You can listen to the radio or play checkers.
There's no one to yell at you.
And there's lecturers, actors visiting...
Yes, culture.
I'm giving you my last shirt.
Thank you, aunt.
Here are some bisquits for the road.
Don't forget all I have done for you.
Yes, aunt.
Farewell.
I must be off.
...or the manager will scold.
Uncle...
May I give Zhenia my bike? He's going to a trade school.
What'll he want a bike for?
Wait...
Here, better give him this.
Seryozha!
Why don't you say hello to Uncle Petya?
- Hello, Uncle Petya. - Come here, kid.
Here's a candy for you.
Thanks.
Are you a fool, Uncle Petya?
What was that? Apologize, this minute!
Did you hear what I said!
Well...
Don't you dare come near me!
I won't talk to you, you rude child.
Very well, you'll stay indoors all day.
He was right. That's called fair criticism.
We can't allow a child to criticise an adult.
How can we bring up kids, if they will criticise us?
He must respect the elders.
But one can understand him, why should he respect a fool?
He should!
It mustn't even enter his head, that an adult can be a fool.
First he must grow up to the age of Piotr Ilytch, then he can criticise.
As for me, mentally he's outgrown Uncle Petya already.
It's not pedagogical to punish the boy for calling a fool a fool.
*the end*
once more!
hey, once more!
Again?
Go to work now, you can admire yourselves again at the evening screening.
Dmitry Korneevich, tell them to leave the hall.
Dmitry Korneevich, just one more time, please!
Come on, Alexey, one last time!
Daily news
Dmitry Korneevich... what shall I do?
They won't give me a room.
Did you expect a cabin to yourself?
My private life would collapse. Revoke the order.
Quiet, they're talking about us.
100,000 litres of milk and 70 tons of meat
have been delivered above plan by the Bright Shore State Farm.
Let's hear from Dmitry Korneevich Korostelyov, the farm's manager.
We are standing near the new cowsheds. This year...
...we are going to build two more cowsheds and...
...one calf-shed.
Wherever young farm patriots work, they get excellent results.
Valentina Beliakiva's and Galina Svirina's brigades have achieved a high performance.
Nadezhda Ivanova, honoured with "Socialist Labour Hero" status,
delivered 13,000 litres of milk from cow named "Arrow".
Dmitry Korneevich, Arrow's just calved!
He's a darling. Such a big and clever eyes!
Clever eyes, you say...
Meet the Manager, little Star!
There he is...
A lovely calf!
Dmitry Korneevich, be so kind, give me another chance!
No way.
Who is responsible for it?
I don't know how it happened. Why didn't I think myself...
Am I to be held responsible for every trifle?
Dmitry Korneevich, Dmitry Korneevich!
Dmitry Korneevich, can't you understand me?
I had no know-how, and I didn't have the time to get involved deeply with the matter.
You got deeply involved with your side job alright!
- Dmitry Kor... - Later!
You had the know-how to leave your section for your side job!
It can't wait, I can't pay the men without your signature.
Alright.
Let's go.
- Did you manage? - Yes, now it works like a clockwork!
What must I do ...
Dmitry Korneevich, I'm awfully sorry.
Please take me back on the job. Have a heart.
All right, go to work, what the heck...
Yessir, back to work!
I'm only doing it for Tanya's sake, you thank her.
When can he have dinner?
He's got no time for dinner.
They won't know what to do if he doesn't tell them.
If he hadn't signed, nobody would get their pay.
And that other man's private life would have collapsed.
But he didn't want that. He's very kind.
And he's my daddy.
Oh, you're worn out, man.
I guess you won't ever ask me again to visit the farm.
You know what, Korostelyov...
I'm going to be a farm manager too, ok?
Ok.
Hurrah! Hurrah!
Vassia, where are you going?
To get some white paint. My uncle's coming. We're white-washing the ceilings.
Which uncle, the captain at sea?
Yes, I have no other.
- Did he send you that striped jersey? - What else?
Here's a picture...
It's him in Honolulu, Wahoo island..
And he sent this, too.
It's heavy.
Put it to your ear.
There's a sound ...
- Vassia, can I listen too? - You can.
A birdhouse...
A birdhouse on a birch!
There was just such a picture in our reader, do you remember, Polia?
A birch, and a birdhouse!
Vassya put it there.
Charming boy!
Come and have breakfast.
I want to breathe this air!
Come in or it'll get cold.
He's given me a watch.
- Can we come to your house? - Come in.
But quiet, and leave quickly when the relatives come.
They're holding a family council.
What council?
Going to decide what to do with me. Come on in.
Excuse me, Polia, may I have a napkin?
Thanks.
Don't you like the food?
Everything is delicious, but I'm on a diet, Polia.
I couldn't!
A drop of brandy before dinner,
for widening the vessels...
...is all I'm allowed.
Thank you.
Vasily... come, let's take a walk.
You two go home.
Charming children, we take them with us.
Two nice brothers.
We're not brothers.
They're not brothers.
Really? I thought you were.
No matter.
Come for a walk, "not-brothers".
It would great to go for a swim.
Yes it would.
Cool!
What's that on you?
That's a souvenir from my ignorant youth.
Unfortunately it won't come off.
What does it say?
Just nonsense. It doesn't matter what it says.
What really matters are a man's feelings, his deeds.
What's the sea like?
The sea? How shall I explain?
The sea is the sea.
There's nothing more beautiful, you've got to see it with your own eyes.
And when there's a storm?
A storm is beautiful, too.
Everything is, at sea.
No, I'm not going to be a farm manager.
I'm going to be a sea captain.
When he woke up, he made exercises.
After his shave, eau de cologne.
I saw it all from the tree.
...and they're showing me a police ticket:
P.P. Chumatchenko is fined 25 roubles for disorderly conduct [committed by her son].
This isn't funny.
Then two months later I get another ticket ..
...from the militia, that I have to pay 50 roubles for a smashed cinema window.
Tell him how he raised a fire alarm,
how he burned a hole in his quilt with a cigarette.
Where did he get the money for cigarettes?
I'm asking you, wretch, where do you get the money from?
Mother gives it to me.
Pardon me, Polia, but I can't understand you.
Show me your school marks.
the wretch...
the rogue...
Yes...
a sad story.
For his own good, you must rule him with an iron hand.
My Nina brought up charming little girls.
Disciplined... learning to play the piano.
And why?
... because she ruled them with an iron hand.
But you must consider, when his mother refuses him money, he takes it himself.
What else should I do? Take it from strangers?
Get out!
He's going to give him a thrashing.
Don't you dare snivel!
I'll teach you to spy!
Hand over those cigarettes, you blockhead.
Good day.
ah, the boys... come in.
Shurik, Seryozha, come in, have some strawberries.
Where's Vassiya?
He's gone away with his uncle, for good.
He will reform him, and put into the Nakhimov Naval School.
Vassiya's lucky!
It's done with ink, they prick a picture.
Won't it fester, ink?
Yes, and how!
Indian ink is best - it'll make it fester more.
We told them about it, and they didn't even invite us.
They had the idea about the whale and those slogans.
This one on the back, and this on the chest.
Can you tattoo a jersey?
No, you would die from it.
Let me be the first, guys! I have a lot of homework to do today:
a composition, and a big task for geography.
Ok, go ahead.
Misha, come help me.
Valera, tattoo us a mermaid each!
- What? - Then at least one letter!
I'll give you one letter! [sounds similar to "I'll give you a punch!"]
They put you a sheet over you and then they prick you with a pin.
It ought to come out fine!
- With a pin? - Yes.
Yes, it ought to come out fine...
Next!
Alright, you may come.
- oi! - oi? Go "domoj"! [home]
I'm so scared.
But if I run away they'll call me a coward.
"LLl" [Sh] is a big letter with 3 bars and one bar below.
"C" [S] is much smaller, just a half-circle.
Next!
Sergej, how are you doing in there?
Come in! Come in here!
They won't let us come in. You get better, then you come out yourself.
How you're doing?
Dad bought me a schoolbag. I'm going to go to school.
Arsenty is sick too and Valerik's been sent to another school.
What are you doing there?
Bye, get well soon.
What seas and oceans are there on the globe?
The Atlantic ocean,
the Pacific,
the Arctic Ocean,
the Indian Ocean.
Now the seas...
the Baltic,
the Mediterranean, the Black Sea...
- Surrender? - Yes, I surrender.
Let's discuss a question, Sergey.
What shall we buy, a boy or a girl?
A boy, of course.
That's right, two boys are better than one.
But we have one boy already.
Perhaps a girl would be better?
Ok, a girl, if you like.
But you know, I'd rather play with a boy.
You could protect a girl,
keep other boys from pulling her hair.
Girls do that too. They pull so hard, that they make the boys yell.
Ours will be tiny, she won't ...
Still, a boy is better.
We'll talk it over again some other time, alright?
All right.
What are you making?
A bonnet.
For whom?
For a boy or a girl.
Which did you decide to buy?
Sergej!
Seryoshka!
You have a little brother!
Black-eyed! Isn't it wonderful!
Where's mommy?
At the hospital.
The child is getting used to her.
What's his name?
Aleksej. We'll call him Lyonya.
Mother writes he's very beautiful and clever.
My little one! My treasure!
What a likeness.
Do you know "Mazay and the Hares"? [famous fairytale]
You don't know Mazay and the Hares!
He's your living image, from up here.
Lyonya, my dear!
No! No, Mitia, he has no defenses against any infection.
You can't kiss him, he's too little.
He smiles!
Pasha, get the nappies.
He's probably wet.
My little one! He's all wet.
goo-goo...
He's only eight days old.
Eight days, what can you expect from him?
But he'll grow up to be a fine chap!
Yeah...
Let's go and let him sleep.
What a likeness...
What are you doing?
You mustn't touch him with those dirty hands!
My hands are clean.
You better keep away from him, Seryozha.
You could accidentially hurt him.
You have your goldfish, so play with them.
And don't bring any kids in here please.
He might catch some disease from them.
Take your cod-liver oil, little Seryozha.
I don't like cod-liver oil. ["fish-oil" in Russian]
You don't? But you heard what the doctor said...
If you don't take it, you'll never get well.
Good boy.
Aunt Pasha, may I get up?
It's up to your mother.
Aunt Pasha, tell me a fairytale.
You see, I'm busy.
Your lips are free, aren't they?
Oh God, a fairytale...
You know all the fairytales by heart.
Korostelyov! I have no fever.
Good man.
Little Seryozha, my boy! How do you feel?
Mommy, I have no fever. Can I go for a walk?
No, Seryozha. Swollen glands are very dangerous.
Marianna!!
I'll be right back.
See what I've bought for you, man!
Thanks.
Tell me the story.
- Which one? - About the beautiful princess.
Bless you.
Alright. Once there lived a princess...
- No! - Why?
Once there lived a king and queen.
Aha. Once there lived a king and queen
who had a beautiful daughter.
- Very very beautiful. - Very very beautiful.
One beautiful day...
she went to the forest.
No! One day many suitors came to woo her.
Oh, so that was the case.
Well, so one day they came to woo her.
But her mean stepmother...
Mitia, you stay with Lyonya!
I've got to check the homework.
Sorry man. Another time.
Here. Drink your nasty oil yourselves.
He's not in.
Yes, he's leaving for Kholmogori.
Kholmogori.
No, with his family, of course.
He's been sent to reorganize a run-down farm.
Yes. Bye.
We're going to Kholmogori?
I don't know your parent's plans.
- Is Kholmogori far from here? - Yes it is.
- Do you go there by train? - By train.
We're going to Kholmogori?
Are we going to Kholmogori?
Daddy's being sent to work there.
We're going with him?
We can't leave him alone. He'd be unhappy.
He would come home in the evening, and no one would be there.
No one to talk to. No one to keep house for him.
Poor daddy would feel so sad.
I'm going with him.
And I?
Don't shout! I won't have it.
Let's talk it over. How can you come with us?
You're not well enough, at every trifle your temperature rises.
It's not easy, settling down in a new place.
They have a bad climate.
You might get sick again, and never get well.
What would I do then?
I want to go to Kholmogori!
It's not a nice place, Kholmogori is nothing special.
It's not true!
Don't say that, Mama always tells the truth.
You're not going to stay here forever, my little fool.
Just the winter, till you get well.
Then in the spring or summer daddy will come for you...
or I will come and fetch you... just the monent you get well.
And we'll be all together again.
I want to go to Kholmogori!
You're getting totally out of hand.
No matter how you shout, it makes no sense.
The doctor said you can't go.
Seryozha, can't you live without us for a while? For your own good.
Seryozhenka...
And Lyonya?
He's a baby, he'd die without me.
And he's quite healthy.
He never has fever, and his glands are in order.
Sergej, let's take a walk in the grove.
It's so wet outside, he'll have to be put to bed again.
He's always being put to bed anyway.
Let's go, Sergej.
There is a certain word: "must".
Do you think mother or I like going to Kholmogori?
Quite the contrary, this ruins all our plans.
But we must - and we go.
I've had to do that many a time.
But why?
Such is life, man.
We'll have to get down to work as soon as we arrive.
Lyonya will be with us.
We'll have to find a nanny for him. It won't be easy either.
And those exams. I must pass them or bust.
It is "must" all over the place.
And you have only one "must":
to stay here for a little while.
Why should you share our hardships?
Your health may get worse.
I don't care.
What "you don't care"?
It's only till summer...
That's it, man.
So be it.
I'll die.
And they'll bury me in the ground.
Then Korostelyov and Mama will learn about, and they'll cry.
They'll say: "Why didn't we take him along?"
"He was such an intelligent and obedient child."
Lyonya is nothing compared to him.
No. I don't want to be buried in the ground.
I'd be scared to lie there alone.
Who knows...
perhaps Korostelyov will really come and fetch me?
Jesus Christ!
Kholmogori is Kholmogori.
You've got to see it with your own eyes.
Lies. They won't take him to Kholmogori.
Kholmogori is nothing special.
No matter how he begs, it makes no sense.
Kholmogori is charming.
If you don't see it, your private life will collapse.
Do you think mother or I like going to Kholmogori?
Quite the contrary. Quite the contrary!
What's up?
My dearest Korostelyov ...
I'm begging you, please take me along.
What are you doing... Don't go about barefoot.
You know the floor is cold.
Haven't we agreed about everything?
I want to go to Kholmogori.
Your legs are cold.
Don't you understand?
What can we do in this situation, if you're sick all the time?
I won't be sick anymore.
I'll come for you the moment you get well.
- It's not a lie? - I never lied to you, man.
I'll come. And we'll go by train.
It goes very fast, and it's packed with people.
We'll be with mother before we know it.
The engines buzzing ...
There's a real forest where we're going to live,
much bigger than our grove...
- ...with mushrooms, berries... - And wolves?
Don't know. I'll find out and write you in a letter.
There's a river too.
We'll go swimming and I'll teach you the crawl.
We'll make rods and go fishing.
Look, it's snowing.
Winter's here.
You'll go walking in the snow and sleigh riding.
You won't notice how the time passes.
Korostelyov, the rope on my sleigh is worn out.
Tie on a new one.
I will do that.
And you must promise not to cry anymore.
yeah...
- Are you sure? - yeah
Good. I count on your word, man.
What are you making?
Cutlets, don't you see?
Why so many?
Some for dinner, and some for your parents for the trip.
Are they leaving soon?
Today.
How many hours till then?
Not so soon. In the evening.
The van's here - let's begin loading,
or we'd be late for the train.
Goodbye, man.
Chin up, and remember what I said.
Seryozhenka...
Say good-bye to mama.
Goodbye - goodbye.
- Thank you for everything, Aunt Pasha. - Don't mention it.
- Take care of Seryozha. - Don't worry.
Oh, we forget, we need to sit down.
Where?
Let's go to our room.
God be with you.
Sergej! Step aside, I'm afraid we might hit you.
Stop! Stop!
Sergej!
You're coming with us!
Quick, get your things, toys, whatever...
What? Mitia, wait! Mitia, Mitia, you're out of your mind!
What is it? This has turned into a kind of vivisection!
No, I can't bear it, that's all!
Jesus... He'll die out there!
Don't worry! I shall be responsible for him.
Come on, Sergej.
We're going to Kholmogori. What happiness!
The end.
subtitles: IDBoris and serdar202