Putyovka v zhizn

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ROAD TO LIFE:

Production

Films MezhRabPom

Silent screenplay

N. Ekk, A. Stolper

R. Yanushkevich

Photography

V. Pronin

Artistic director

N. Stepanov

Assistants:
L. Voytovich,

A. Stolper

Sound screenplay

N. Ekk

Yakov Stollyar

Music

Yakov Stollyar

Sound operator

E. Nesterov

Direction

N. Ekk

Sound

recorded

on system

Tagefon

FLOOR GIVEN TO:

THE POPULAR ARTIST OF

THE REPUBLIC:

KACHALOV:

Whose are these scrawny bodies

in lousy rags?

From whence do these dirty,

savage looks come?

What future awaits them?

What will become of them?

Street boy today,

enemy of labor and bandit tomorrow!

During the world bloodshed

their fathers perished in the Tsarist jaws,

invaders tortured their mothers

with a siege of hunger.

Early childhood left their faces

marked with the lines of anxiety.

They roamed through the cities

like a pack of nasty, starving wolves.

What will save them?

Charity?

Moral education?

They laugh at those things, just as we do!

But we know something better:

environment creates the man.

Having measured the power

of free universal labour,

the Republic of Soviets

will give them a start in life.

We are erecting Giants of Industry

in the unpopulated taiga.

We have found the lever which sets

the destiny of mankind in motion.

We'll teach these street boys

to make their way

in the new world.

We'll re-mould them into workers

of the world edification.

BE SURE:

"HE'S YOUR COMRADE"

F. S.

FOMKA SHARK:

Mikhail Zharov

Once upon a time there was on my lap,

A goblin with branches la la la

The goblin was well-known for what?

For his low pitched cry la la la

His larynx was hearty, and so what?!

He roared like a bull la la la

But did he have enemies la la?

His larynx was hearty so what?

He roared like a bull la la la

"SHE'S YOUR COMRADE"

but did he have enemies la la?

LELKA SWINDLER:

A goblin with branches

That will be me! la la la

Maria Gonta

Dear fellow citizens listen to me la la

AND BE SURE:

Theft is my skill and art, la la

FOMKA SHARK'S BEST ASSISTAN From jail I won't go out. la la

Reformatory misses me la la

STREET BOYS' LEADER

MUSTAFA DUDE:

I'm singing on and on la la

What will I do later on la la...

- Chauffeur, to Yakimanka!

- Let's take a tram together.

Two and a half roubles, please!

Are you crazy or what, chauffeur?

Move on!

Gee, stop! Hey, guys.

Nowadays you know...

Who wants it?

Darling, come with me!

My galoshes!

Give back my galoshes!

In my day people didn't speak like that.

So, are you coming with me?

And your husband?

Coming! Coming!

So, shall we go to Kursovoy?

But why, mummy?

My dear! My sunshine!

Chauffeur! Krimskiy Val.

Chauffeur!

Madame!

You dropped a rouble.

Thank you! How clumsy of me!

- Thank you.

- You're welcome! It happens.

My case!

They've stolen my case!

Help! I've been robbed!

My God, Lidochka! What is it?

My case is gone!

- Who did they rob?

- It's none of your business.

They didn't rob you, did they!?

I put it right here, turned my back...

MOTHER -

MOTHER -

Regina Yanushkevich

FATHER -

FATHER -

Vladimir Vesnovskiy

SON -

SON -

Mihail Dzhagofarov

Father! Our Kolka

is fifteen today!

Aha! A well-grown boy!

He's now taller than his father.

Kolka!

Hurry back, mother!

Bring me an apple!

- How much are apples?

- One rouble.

- Expensive!

- Well, take a little more!

- Ok!

And you, what do you want?

How much are apples?

Hold him!

Let me go!

Buzz off!

Poor woman!

Bandits are growing up! Why bother

cradling them?

They must be shot.

It's not their fault!

Your mother's coming!

Go meet her!

Kolka!

Kolka!

We don't take the dead.

She's gone, Kolka,

your mother's gone!

FATHER...

...SON...

...AND MOTHER.

AFTER HIS WIFE'S DEATH

KOLKA'S FATHER BEGAN

TO DRINK HEAVILY.

She's gone, Kolka!

Mother's gone, Kolka!

You understand?

Dad!

FOR THE TIRST TIME

KOLKA:

SPEN THE NIGH ON THE STREET.

DECREE:

On the night of December 20th 1923,

the arrest of street children will begin.

The arrests will be carried out by

teams of Komsomol volunteers,

under the supervision of inspectors

from the Children's Committee.

The assistance of the police and railway

guards in this task is hereby requested.

- Comrade Skryabina!

- Quiet!

Comrade Portvinov -

you stay at the door.

And you - cover all the exits.

CHILDREN'S

COMMITTEE:

INSPECTOR:

SKRYABINA:

Maria

Antropova

Boys!

Sleeping in a bed

is more comfortable.

VASKA:

BULLY:

Aleksandr

Novikov

On your guard!

Dragnet!

Damn you all!

- Smash the cops!

- Pigs! Kill them!

- Kill the pigs!

Let me go!

Smash the cops!

Comrade Martynov!

Hold him tight!

He bites!

Get out! Get out of here!

Let me go!

Come on!

Anyway, we won't stay with you.

Damned cops!

Come on!

Come on, don't stand in the way!

Quick, quick!

From joints, underground nests,

caves and tumbledown houses

there were gathered that night

more than a thousand homeless children,

crippled by the street.

In the Soviet Republic

there shouldn't be

poverty-stricken

and homeless children.

May there be instead strong

and happy young citizens.

A SPECIAL COMMISSION

PERFORMED THE VAS AND COMPLEX TASK

OF SELECTING AND DISTRIBUTING

THE STREET CHILDREN.

What is your occupation?

I'm a streetwalker.

Give me her form!

Syphilis.

- That's all for the girls!

To the hospital

- Let the boys in!

To the hospital

Have you got any parents?

Have you got any parents?

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