Firecrosser Page #3

---

Stop crying, enough of bearing from him, you must act.

Smoked? And why are you crying? What happened?

Nothing, father, don't.

Is it because of Stepan? Tell me, Stepan?

Too much time at the rear, little bastard?

I regret Iwanted to take him with me.

Wipe your snot. We'll find you another fiance.

I don't want another one, I want this one!

This one... let him smell powder!

Nikolay, Germans cluched at the American.

They will crash him!

This is Guerard! His board is the nineth!

True, they'll crash Guerard!

Guerard! Move right! How to say right?

Guerard! Move right! How to say right?

I studied German!

Then be quiet! Cover me! Attacking!

Without sails, from the ground...

My leg hurts, I can't walk, help me

My leg!

Sh*t, must have broken...

Look! He flew to the front with his bike. What pricks

Americans are!

It's pressed with a box.

It's pressed with a box.

Comrade Colonel, if you allow.

Speak.

Just before landing two Messerschmitts attacked us.

They mauled the American. Nikolay crashed one of them.

I know. The American came, he was looking for you.

He is as black as soot. He'd better be a night bomber pilot,

not a transport work.

Girls, feed him. He is one of our heroes.

Comrade Colonel, would you let me?

I saw my house. Not far from here. This is my home village.

Tchernechy Yar.

You will go home-but after the victory. We have to fly

further.

Meteorologist won't let you out. Let's talk about it in the

evening.

Now you go to the medical unit. There and back.

I seem to be safe.

You are, but your friend has hurt his leg.

Dear Vanya, it's noisy here today-one plane after another.

They all are rushing to the west, like storks, flock after flock.

So am I hurrying to write to you...

Luyba! Luyba!

Put him down, carefully...

Sign it, we are getting married.

Comrade Captain, we've got to wait.

Comrade Colonel, if you allow.

Enjoy your meal.

At ease.

And what's that?

Acity in China. Called Fuzhou...

Have you been there?

Not me, one artist, a blind one.

Ablind artist?

Well he wasn't blind at first but then...

Behind the village -a night,

behind the mountain -a daylight,

at the meadow- A stump, flooded a spit, covered the moon.

Behind the village -a night,

behind the mountain -a daylight,

at the meadow- A stump, flooded a spit, covered the moon.

Your wife is beautiful, very beautiful!

Agolden bucket without water.

What is her origin?

Tatar.

Ah! When did you get married?

Today.

Huh!

Aha! You'll be the head of a collective farm, but not here.

I'll be the head of kolkhoz. Where, at Luyba's place?

Where is she from?

He asks where you are from.

From Karym.

From Crimea.

No, not from Crimea, from Karym. It's behind Lake Baykal,

Rate this script:0.0 / 0 votes