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I'm going to the pass.

Me too.

Don't you see, Dick?

They're counting on us.

The map is old!

Things may have changed!

They stood together.

Three exhausted savages.

Three microscopic figures

in an enormous, strange, empty world.

They looked upon the dead ship...

that had fallen to this planet

sixteen years ago.

The ship lay sideways in the snow.

Right in the center of a crater.

The captain managed to steer it there

after the engines had failed.

He landed the ship there...

in a snowstorm, at night, in fog.

When you get to the ship,

check the radiation levels.

Thomas didn't say how it opens...

The torch!

I have two homes:

The village,

and the research ship Polus.

I am not afraid.

Let's go!

Navigation room.

There's landing craft

and other equipment here.

But the power supply

was damaged in the landing.

That was the fatal blow.

The crew and passengers

had to get through the mountains on foot.

Many perished.

Right.

This is the landing craft

they dragged out of the dock.

But they didn't make it...

They had to flee.

You studied well. Now what?

This door leads to the stockroom.

It was a strange and wondrous feast.

Everything was tempting and unusual.

Not everything was to their liking.

They loved condensed milk,

but they didn't know it was condensed milk.

They didn't realize

they were eating sardines.

They chewed flour, and didn't like it.

They didn't know what it was.

Let's go.

Let's sleep here.

It's safe.

No, it's better outside.

SAL:

This is my home.

I've been here before.

I was born here.

Somewhere on this ship

is the cabin where I was born.

Number 44.

In an ordinary life,

you can't run into yourself.

But here...

Here, tied to the crib,

he saw an unfinished milk bottle.

The milk had frozen,

but you could thaw it and finish drinking.

Come back sixteen years later,

and finish it.

At that moment,

listening to that rattle,

and remembering its sound,

Oleg fully understood

the reality of the ship.

Moments of beauty are rare in life

But there's plenty of unbelief and toil

Thoughts of the past

line our pale faces with creases

Thoughts of the future

are full of leaden worry

The present doesn't exist

So between the two shores,

We battle without light,

without happiness, hopes or gods

So sometimes,

to remember that we are still alive,

We divert our hearts

with another man's game

Let mirages of happiness

with sweet longing rise up again

Let them fool us into thinking

that beauty lives in the castle of death

Age-old fairytales and blue birds

are welcome guests

Our forgotten tears

tremble within those fables...

Oleg, answer it!

Tell them we're here.

Don't just stand there!

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