Sibiriada

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MOSFILM:

SIBERIADE:

A POEM:

Starring

VLADIMIR SAMOILOV

VITALY SOLOMIN:

SERGEY SHAKUROV:

NATALYA ANDREICHENKO

YEVGENY PEROV:

MIKHAIL KONONOV:

YELENA KORENEVA:

IGOR OKHLUPIN:

NIKOLAI STAROBOGATOV

and PAVEL KADOCHNIKOV

as Eternal Grandfather

Written by VALENTIN YEZHOV

ANDREl MIKHALKOV-KONCHALOVSKY

Director of Photography

LEVAN PAATASHVILI

Production Designer

NIKOLAI DVIGUBSKY

Music by

EDUARD ARTEMYEV:

Directors

BORIS VELSHER, FELIX KLEIMAN

Production Manager

E. VAISBERG

Directed by

ANDREl MIKHALKOV-KONCHALOVSKY

AFANASY:

EARLY 20th CENTURY

Hi!

Hi!

- What are you hiding?

- Nothing.

And where did you find these

dumplings?

Nowhere!

- Who do you belong to?

- Nobody.

Gotcha!

I'm going to make dumplings

out of you!

You viper...

- Hey, what are you doing, guys?

- Let go! It hurts!

Hey, you gone crazy?

Go ahead, beat him, Spirka!

- Give back what you stole!

- No, I won't!

All right. Father will teach you

to sneak around barns, stealing!

- Thief! Dirty beggar!

- You louse yourself! Damn moneybags!

Frog face!

Filthy insect!

- Your girlfriend?

- The hell she is!

Them are my worst enemies,

the Solomins!

Redhead!

- Who was that?

- Nobody... She lives here.

Father brought her back half-dead from

the forest. From the Devil's Mane.

Here, eat.

The Solomins' dumplings are good.

Damn! It's her again!

- What does she want?

- Don't be afraid of her.

I told you, she lives here.

Why do you steal?

They've got lots of it, they're rich.

Got sacks of dumplings in the barn.

- One night I stole about 500 of them.

- Aren't you ashamed?

And what about you? Escaped from

jail?

- You're a convict!

- What makes you think that?

Anyone can tell. You should have

cut that thing off your sleeve.

Where are your folks?

Mother's drowned, my dad is cutting

a road through the forest.

A road?

- Where does it go?

- He follows a star.

What star?

He doesn't know himself.

The brightest star.

He was the best hunter

in the whole taiga.

Now he quit it all.

He just wants to build his road.

- He's building it all alone?

- Yes, all alone. He's stubborn.

We, the Ustyuzhanins, we're all like

that.

Once we get something in our head,

no one can knock it out.

Afonia! You great hunter!

You wise hunter!

We Khanty knows Afonia.

Afonia!

Fedka hunt many sable...

Many marten, many squirrel.

Now Solomin take everything.

Give nothing to Fedka. Fedka hungry...

You dumbbell!

Don't you see it's not Afonia?

My father told you a thousand times

he won't defend you anymore.

- Wait, Kolka. What's the matter?

- It's always the same.

He sells his sables for vodka and

then cries to have them back again.

- You good man. You save Fedka.

- Get up!

Wait.

Don't go to the Solomins.

Wait until my father comes back.

No. I'll go and see about this.

Take a rifle, then.

Good day to you all.

- Are you the master here?

- Yes, why?

You have traded unfairly.

Return the skins he brought.

Return the sable skins to the man.

Who is the man? Him?

What do you say, sons? Do we give

him back his skins?

Certainly we will give them back!

Don't be scared...

- Go on, get your skins!

- Fedka no want nothing.

- Vassily, you ready?

- Stay there!

I have a bomb.

Give this man his skins now!

Vassily!

You don't know who you're

dealing with.

I can blow up myself and all of you

here. I can do it.

Pyotr, give him his skins.

Go...

Take your damn skins.

Though we'll keep two skins

for the vodka you drank.

All this for Fedka!

- I'll be back, Rodion.

- Where are you going?

- I'll be right back.

- Catch him!

Wait for me, Rodion!

Hold on, Rodion!

- Finally caught that lynx, eh?

- Yeah...

Accursed beast, jumped on me thrice.

Ripped my coat.

- You have to come to the village, dad.

- What for?

There's a man there, an escaped

convict.

He stood up for Fedka the Samoyed.

The Solomins want to kill him.

- They can. Who is he?

- A stranger.

- Is he a good man?

- Yes.

Then he should live.

- But they're going to kill him!

- If they want to, let them.

He says he can blow up the village.

The devil take them...

the village and all!

I can't wait to make my road from

here.

Listen, what is it?

- Her sisters are moaning...

- But it's only a tree!

A tree...

Trees are alive, too.

We walk on the living...

We cut down the living...

Dad!

We live on the living.

I think I have a fever.

- What is it you're wearing?

- A chain.

Four years we've been attached to

each other, like Tommaso Campanella.

Some name...

Is he a horse thief or a Gypsy?

He was a scholar. He lived in Italy.

He dreamed of building a wonderful

city, a city of light.

And he gave his life

for his City.

- My hands are killing me.

- Too many beatings, probably...

- We must send for Eternal Granddad.

- Why send for me? I'm here!

You should not come in.

You wait here.

- So it's you, Eternal Granddad?

- That's how they call me.

Why do you come in here?

Who called you? Close the door.

- The bear understands everything.

- No. He's just hibernating.

Listen, granddad, why don't you

give me this Bruin of yours?

You'll make him a drunkard.

Sure, how could I refuse a drink...

to a beast

after a hard day's work?

I know

he wouldn't refuse.

Want a bet?

Beware, Afonia, your road

leads straight to the Devil's Mane!

- Aha! This time I caught you!

- Wait, Nastya! Let me explain.

- You won't get away now!

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