Synopsis: Kemel, a young recent school graduate, travels into an isolated part of the steppes to work in a small communal farm camp.
Genre: Drama
75 min

He's fallen asleep.

He's been looking through

the window since Frunze.

He got bored.

There's nothing but steppe and stones.

The boy is asleep.

- How old is he?

- 17.

With his school-leaving certificate

- and to Anrakhai...

Where are they all rushing?

As if someone was driving them...

- Maybe, he's an orphan?

- No, his mother bade him farewell.

Is he sleeping?

He is.

What is it like in Anrakhai now?

Is it hot?

If you spit on a stone, it sizzles.

What about water?

No water.

Where is the boy to work?

In the field unit, among stones.

Among stones? He'll run away.

Sadabek, come out!

Dzumas is here!

- Hi, Aldei!

- Hello.

How are your achievements?

What achievements? We're stuck with thorns.

- Hello, aksakal!

- Good day.

Now everything will go swimmingly.

I've brought you an assistant.

Salaam, Abakir. Here are the cigarettes.

Finally! Thank you for the help.

So where's the assistant?

He is coming after me.


Look, he looks like our Asan!

He's almost a child.

That's a hell of an assistant.

I didn't want to take him at all.

But he's got an assignment from Komsomol.

They told me to take him or there

would be trouble. What could I do?

And so here we are.

So, Kemel, have you opened your eyes?

Meet your foreman.

Take your things.

Dzumas, what about mail?

Have you brought us a letter from our son?

Aldei, nowadays only

parents write frequently.

And for letters from children

one can wait forever.

Here, this is for you.

And this is for Abakir.

It must be a mistake.

I never receive letters.

I know.

But this one is for you.

It says:
to Abakir Dzuraev.

To Abakir Dzuraev?

That surname rings a bell. Is he an actor?

Is the report ready?

Are you sure it's not rigged?

Other units are failing to fulfil the plan.

Why don't you rest a bit, Dzumas?

I can't. My young wife is waiting for me.

- They only feed us with promises...

- Shut up, I'm sick of you.

To Abakir Dzuraev

from Merkul Dzuraev.

I remember now.

Dzuraev is a famous tractor driver.

It's him.

Only his portrait is not in newspapers.

No, I mean it. I read about

him somewhere. I really did.

Dzuraev was the first in Kyrgyzstan

to plough at high speed.

- Where is he now?

- Who knows.

Maybe, he's gone to the city.

To work at the factory.

I don't know.


I once also knew

a combine operator.

She received a letter of commendation

and moved to the city. And now she's

a manager in a restaurant.

Aldei, more tea!

I see then. You seek to become a manager.

Thank you.



Solar battery.

On sattelites they transform sunrays

into electricity.

- They look like this drinking bowl.

- Savant!

Let's go, Kalipa.

Go with them, Kemel.

You'll work for Abakir.

I need him like a hole in the head.

Sadabek, take him instead of me.

And I'll leave.

I won't let you go

before the tillage is over.

Have him drive a water carrier.

Well, you'll have to drive a water carrier.

- What do you mean a water carrier?

- Don't be stubborn. And you, put this on.

But I've been sent here

to work on a trailer.

There's no other work in the unit.

Leave if you like.


That tractor driver

Kemel was talking about...

Isn't he your relative?


Hello to the foremost people!

Don't get upset.

I've been bringing water and cooking.

And this is our "eaglet".

- Do you know how to harness a horse?

- Peace of cake.

Foreman! Here comes the water!

What is it?

There was a bucket here.

You lost it. You blunderer.

You're in trouble now.

You'll go to court for

the demurrage of tractors.

Don't just stand there!

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