Poetas (2022) Movie Script
1
1940s.
The Soviet Union invaded Lithuania.
Mass deportations of the
population to Siberia began.
1941 Stalinist invaders were
replaced by Hitlerist invaders.
The 1944 Soviet invasion
returns for the second time.
Population oppression, sovietization
and mass deportations continue.
Beginning of armed partisan resistance.
Some risk their lives
fighting the invaders.
Others align with or
cooperate with the Soviets.
There was a time when
you couldn't trust anyone.
Attention to our colleagues!
Everyone already knows, but I still
want to introduce you to our new teacher.
Vilnius Pedagogy Institute student.
Later Vilnius University... Am I wrong?
We are incredibly lucky!
Not just one of our teachers,
We also have a famous poet!
A journalist from the capital Vilnius.
"Please Love and Do Good"
Kostas Kinkis!
We are here for you!
I made it with apple jam.
Our students know
your poems by heart.
For us it's like the sun, You
shine like a tender mother.
There is nothing like
this in the whole world.
Grandparents and parents were born and lived here.
My little heart beats freely here.
Will I play around the circle,
in kindergarten or at home?
Everywhere I feel the hand
of the beloved Motherland.
This is where Lenin was born,
this is where I grew up in peace.
Because the Motherland
protects us from enemies.
- Did I read it correctly?
- Okay, thank you Aly.
I ask everyone to love and respect our
colleagues and help our humble team.
Thank you very much everyone.
We received a letter from the Ministry.
To give artistic meaning to the
execution of four communards.
There will be guests
from Alytus Executive...
Maybe you can organize the preparations
for our holiday with the children?
This would be very important.
Maybe you can add your own lines.
Everyone will be very happy!
Children... by soldiers...
He was put on a truck and taken away...
- They took me out...
- Before class...
I understand.
For all of us...
God did everything to protect
them, but they destroyed them.
Where is that teacher?
Where is my house?
- Yes ..
- Did he move himself?
You know, Kostas.
There are many houses like
this now... They are all gone.
So what will we do to destroy
them? How are you feeling?
-Have a nice day - Good day.
Is there a book?
You probably haven't
filled out the form yet.
No, it's my first time here.
Everything is on the table,
Bottom left, next to the newspapers.
"Four" by Salomjas
Neries The Story of the.
Commune" And from Venclovos
"The Apple Tree Where I Grow."
We haven't got Venclovos
yet, but Salomejas is here.
Were you looking for something else?
Giulia?
- How are you here? Hello.
- Good morning.
- How are you?
- Did you bring the book?
- How long have you been here?
- Don't buy it yet. They are not registered yet.
- Giulia - Everything is fine, thank
you. Are you going to buy anything else?
New newspapers have arrived.
- Here I am.
- And...
Didn't you hear what I asked?
Are you buying the newspaper or
not? There are many beautiful poems.
And about other tasks of
the restoration of agriculture..
Marked by the meeting of the Supreme Soviet
of the USSR, which outlined additional tasks
for the restoration of industry, culture
and agriculture for a period of five years...
That's enough.
Good day neighbor!
Have a nice day.
- Do you have milk?
- The cow is calving.
So we don't have it.
The cow is calving.
Got it?
Go catch the mice.
There is a cow, no milk.
In the winter of one thousand
nine hundred and twenty six.
In the morning, four heroes were
brutally shot near the Kaunas fortress.
Leaders of the underground
communist party..
Karolis Poela, Juozas Greifenbergers,
Kazys Giedrys and Rapolas arnas.
Those who devoted their lives to
the struggle of the people in Lithuania..
In the name of socialism and communism..
And they became the true leaders of
the revolutionary masses of that time.
The spirit of struggle accompanies
and inspires us to this day!
They broke the four
doors of the prison at night.
All four felt that their
hearts were alive.
They knew they would never return from this gate
again, they were carried away by the steppe wind.
And the four of them took a step, and
the sky was ringing like a lark in spring.
And the four thought: if
If I am a bird, I can fly.
If I am a lark, even if it is the wind,
Even if it was north, I would fly in the sky.
Bandits!
Partisans!
Guys, hide quickly.
Let's run, let's run.
Death to the communists
and traitors of Lithuania!
Death to Communists.
Milk..
I brought milk.
Here it is, fresh.
It's still hot.
Is there a container to pour it into?
You knew it wouldn't explode.
You knew everything.
You looked out the window.
They threw a grenade. You watched.
What do you want from me?
Don't you understand
that I'm not like that?
You know me.
You know who I am.
I want to live like you,
like everyone else.
Live like this.
Giulia, you know me, you know.
What, you don't remember what
I wrote about Russians in school?
Look.
If you don't believe me, read it...
I was expelled from school
because of these anti-Soviet poems...
From everywhere. from work
and From the Young Writers Union.
This is what I wrote now.
It's completely different.
In a different way.
Giulia, I'll put this here.
Then you bring it back.
A kitten and a rooster
made a house under a tree.
They built it and lived in it.
Dun-dun-dun, someone muttered.
The colorful cat got
up from the ground.
Who's knocking on the door?
Animal or monster?
I'm a Dun-dun-dun-dun
fox, let me in.
I waited for the ducks
on the lake shore all day.
I spied, I'm tired,
I couldn't catch even one.
And the cat answered
by raising its colorful tail.
Go away shameless, why
are you sitting at our door?
You can't fool a colorful cat,
You can't catch a rooster.
Get out of here, I won't
let you in the house.
Good morning.
Hello.
I haven't bottled it yet.
Now.
Librarian..
He asked when the
book would be returned.
What?
A book.
Census.
It had to be returned.
He asked today.
I was going to go back anyway...
I can quit too, I said.
Why are you worried?
Is it too dark, teacher?
I...
I'm not actually a communist.
I'm not a red-haired writer.
I wrote it anyway.
There was such a demand..
I have other poems too...
Giulia knows. Because I showed it.
Wreaths from the collective
farm on the roofs of the houses..
The harvesters, the peace
ships of the plains, set sail.
The sun was brighter and the sky was bluer.
That day Uncle Lenin was born.
It... You know why.
My... My family... when the
wagons started moving, they...
My sick mother...
The stepfather was bad, he was sick...
They wanted to take everyone
there. They took them away... and...
They told me...
If I wrote, they
would leave me alone.
Drink!
All the way!
So your family was
more valuable than ours?
You took care of your parents
and we didn't take care of them?
Don't get me wrong... I just...
I didn't do anything wrong...
If it wasn't me, someone
else would have written it...
I wrote the same thing, changing
the words to fit what they needed.
Communism, Stalin, Lenin, et al
they are already there and happy.
So is it good for them, good
for you, good for everyone?
It's not good for us...
I couldn't choose anything...
I had the opportunity to save my family.
I also benefited from this... What,
you're not going to make a living?
Mine..
I had no choice.
- Can I have some water?
- Forbidden.
Do you know what happens
to traitors and betrayers?
Not everyone can go
into the forest with a gun.
Someone has to live.
To teach children.
I'm still a teacher.
When we bury the
best people every day...
When our loved ones
leave every day, Artimus...
I feel sick, I feel sick.
It's not bad for
you It's bad for us.
When you write for Russians...
It would be bad for us...
Kostas Kinkis "For the Soviet Homeland".
You are as bright as the
sun and like a gentle mother.
There is no one else like
you in the whole world.
Grandparents and parents
were born and raised here.
My little heart beats
freely here for you.
And we play on the grass
in kindergarten or at home.
Everywhere we feel the
hand of our beloved homeland.
This is where Lenin was born.
This is where I grew up quietly.
This is the homeland, it
protects us from enemies.
Sit down.
Juozas.
Kostas Kinkis "For the Soviet Homeland".
You are as bright as the sun,
You are like a gentle mother.
There is no one else like
you in the whole world.
Grandparents and parents
were born and lived here.
- My little heart beats freely here.
- Sit down, Juouzas.
Agotha.
Kostas Kinkis "For the Soviet Homeland".
Gentlemen..
We must go to Subartoniai.
They reserved a table for us.
While they give,
we have to take...
Depending on the situation..
As much as they give.
Until today evening.
- In Malinauskiene?
- Well... yes.
Where is the mill?
What about the chairs?
I don't know, I say it depends.
Collapse.
Can you handle it yourself?
I won't go.
Then why were you driving?
We will celebrate our
son's baptism here.
What?
My son's godfather.
They were here.
- You won't be hiding these tables anyway.
- These will be for children.
I said I won't go
That means I won't go.
We were told that these were school desks, It was
said that it belonged to our friend Vaicekauskas.
Vaicekauskas?
So what's left:
These two exist, the others are broken.
And... you can also buy this dresser if
you need to. Along with fascist books.
Should the clock remain?
Why darling, why are
you flying over this village?
In the quiet manor, the lights are out
and your home has been destroyed.
Where do you go
in the pouring rain?
Your skeletons in the wooden house..
When puddles splash on
it and the dog howls sadly...
When machine guns carry the
cold of death over our heads...
Only a blind world can see things
you'll never see A world sees.
The blind world sees... It
had to be different there - How?
Such blind people do not
see the world, they never will,
but "basically" they
will not be able to see it.
I edited it, maybe it wasn't very clear,
I will rewrite.
In both cases...
It doesn't matter here.
What can I say...
I... I don't care about your poetry.
But look..
Now we sit in a dark shelter.
Insects are wandering around.
Insects love it here.
They are waiting.
Maybe they know something,
maybe they're just waiting.
What we are in the
world depends on us.
Who knows how different
this hole is from the grave?
What are you thinking?
These insects also
get into the coffin.
So of course no one
resists them there.
I still don't understand
what's wrong with the poem...
take off the blindfold.
There it is.
Here are these errors.
Now look here.
What beauty do you see
when you look out the window?
Don't worry,
This is not a wagon.
Look further.
To the children picking apples...
They gather around and laugh loudly.
Nobody silences them.
They are not afraid of anything.
Do you understand
what I mean, poet?
Not exactly.
It is not easy for people to
live like this, there is no hope...
If the poets don't say so,
where do you get this from?
Hopes...
Look at everything differently.
But this is not true...
One of the joyful
harvest months of this...
I don't understand
what the difference is.
While these children were picking apples...
They put them in the wagons and
they don't laugh anymore, do they?
Will they act like
they're having fun?
That's what I wrote... There you go.
They are having fun. You said it yourself.
You can write.
People like what you write.
And the most important
thing for us is that it rhymes.
When you rhyme,
It's when you make humor.
People remember this easily.
Have fun, remember, laugh.
Serve soup for the guest.
No soup for our guest of honor?
None of the men
upstairs drank this soup.
I tell the guest to fill it!
Have you read his poems?
The one about collective farms?
No, it's not about
collective farms.
Come on.
I brought the author.
So how?
Ok.
Will you check for errors?
Yes.
"Stop, gentlemen," the Russian shouts.
Stribo's work is very noble.
We load the people into the basement
and from there onto the wagons.
We will search everywhere
for Comrade Stalin.
There will be sausages and chebatas
Watches and rings.
Unite, gentlemen, your pay is good.
Whoever joins will not have any problems.
Three runners succumbed to temptation.
They fucked their ears.
What's going on here?
Nobody move!
What, you didn't do anything?
Who are the oldest?
Hello.
I drank some water.
Isn't it possible?
Thank you.
Can you tell your
family I thanked them?
What is your name?
Sister?
Or my brother?
For example, I can't explain
why you came to this damn house.
With all these thugs With
children, with corpses...
You were apparently thirsty.
Do you think this
explanation is satisfactory?
I'm asking you.
So should I have lied?
You don't know when you're
lying and when you're not lying.
But they know this.
They look into your
eyes and understand it.
Comrade Director.
I wonder if you will like it?
We have a title here.
Our hero.
Paragraphs continue
from both sides.
I think I'll put
some pictures here.
The most important thing is
that children become orphans.
We can change it.
The heroes of our school saved the
orphans from the bullets of the bandits..
And he carried them in his arms
next to the corpses of his parents.
Needless to say, next to
the bodies of the parents...
To the Third Soviet Teachers' Congress
Welcome.
Eduardas.
Kostas.
Hello.
- A hundred years, listen.
- Aha.
How are you?
Good, good.
Shall we go for coffee?
You need to register.
I am coming.
Are you ok?
Old things were donated.
Maybe you're
returning to Vilnius?
No, where do I turn?
This village will
finish you off, master.
You are a city person.
It's not all up to me, sir.
Kostas..
Everything depends on us.
Got it?
From us..
Premature aging.
You see, I didn't change anything.
Even the ashtray is in the same place.
- Was this here?
- No.
- How?
- Is it bad?
It's like that...
Of course, writing was smoother
and more enjoyable in the past.
But they changed it
because I broke a few keys.
Where is the old one?
Probably in storage.
You know, when you get used
to writing, you write differently.
Poems are written by themselves.
In Romukas' warehouse?
Romukas is gone.
You know, because of
his drinking, his liver...
However..
I..
I'll see what I can
do, but know this..
Everything is recorded,
nothing is deleted.
Shall we smoke?
Wait.
One breath - two lines.
I can't compare myself to you.
Do you know, Kostas?
When I published this book...
All doors, all windows
were opened..
You know, there are such
opportunities here now.
Alive..
I have never received
so many letters.
Letters go to the old address.
Here, from this big breasted girl.
- Zverin's?
- Yes, Svetlana.
She writes poetry with her breasts.
Girls, you cannot even imagine the quality
of the author with whom we drank today.
Actually, I'd like to
toast to my best friend.
My teacher.
I can say that he is my idol.
For Kostas.
You asked if I loved you.
A beautiful flower
is not a regret.
But if you have a heart...
This is not for you.
I've never rhymed
like that in my life.
For Kostas, it's
as easy as eating.
Let's drink to Kostas
once again, okay?
Don't give orders!
Did you sleep enough?
Yes.
Good morning my baby.
Go get ready, get
dressed, take a shower.
Come on!
Violets bloomed. They
developed on the slope..
For you, mother, these
are the first flowers.
Dewy buds
illuminated by the sun,
Greetings to you,
your mother, the sun..
The birds that come are
chirping every day, every day.
You are my mother, The most
beautiful most beautiful song.
You little baby, you
raised me, you raised me.
Mom, I will always
love you, forever.
Hello Costas.
Hello.
Let's go for a walk.
Now?
Yes it's fine now.
Are you angry because we woke you up?
It's okay, I wasn't asleep yet.
Look closely at the one
with the bag on his head.
Let's clear things up, If
you know him let me know.
Is it Krasauskas who was shot?
The parents of those children?
Kazimiras Mikalauskas
was born on April 14, 1915.
He was tried by a
partisan military court.
Because of the brutal murder
of the Jokubausk family..
Antanas Jokubauskas, Jane
Jokubauskien, her children Motjus and Salome.
Vaineikiai family and also..
The abuse and murder of his
youngest daughter, Adele Vaineikite.
For the murder and robbery
of Petras Krasauskas..
Because of the murder of Stanislava
Krasauskien in front of her young children..
By order of the partisan military court.
Kazimiras Mikalauskas
He was born on April 14, 1915.
He was sentenced to death.
Death penalty..
He will be executed on June 23, 1949.
Dainava Regional Administration.
We reward the partisan "Stal"
with a ribbon for his courage.
He showed courage and carried a
wounded soldier off the battlefield.
During the Battle of Merkina.
Thank you for your courage!
In the name of the Motherland!
Congratulations.
Well, my brothers and sisters.
Let's take photos! Please.
Come on. Come a little closer!
Yes.
Vee...
- Thank you.
- Thank you.
Well, if everyone
got their reward...
Let's celebrate!
So is this already possible?
What?
"Maybe, maybe."
Relatives!
Kisses and hugs!
Lunch!
Please everyone come!
What are you doing here?
Take this.
But it suits you very well.
Give me that hat!
If you're here to have fun...
You can wear even three of these
and you still won't be more beautiful.
Oh how I miss beauty...
How are things in Vilnius?
Thing..
How do you think
things are going here?
I started working in Vilnius.
The meeting yielded results...
We wanted to know how
things were going in town.
We wanted to learn about you.
I didn't say anything.
Did they beat you?
It's good you said that.
They want us to fall for each other...
You know, I started working too...
Then I went to the forest.
There was no other option.
This is how they work.
I often get lost
within myself...
Most of the time I can't find friends...
After all, an unspoken word hangs
in the air in the dark of the night...
Relax...
Maybe I can pass you.
Although you..
Even if I search on earth...
Love letters will burn.
Like this..
No, I know...
It doesn't rhyme very well.
To be honest, I
was different there.
I wrote...
Is there anyone else?
Jonas!
Hold it!
May he rest in peace!
I say tear it apart!
Costa!
Why does it smell
so bad in here?
Grenade...
Grenade...
We probably have neighbors
like this in our village
"lame" can handle this
"milkbird."
"Stick."
He was a very bad grandfather.
All the children were afraid of him.
It seemed that if he caught them,
he would kill them with this stick.
They were carrying linen.
With my brother..
And I broke the glass..
We started running.
My brother ran into the forest and I...
There was a linden tree
growing along the road,
it was bent like this. I
climbed the linden tree..
To the top..
But I was still afraid that
this Sutku would take over me.
My God, the branch is breaking...
I'm falling..
I lie down and stay.
I can't, I can not move.
Both of my legs are broken.
My mother is crying, crying...
I've never seen
him cry like this...
So I ask: Mom, am I
really going to die now?
You will not die, Jesus, you will not die.
You won't die yet, you
have to go to the military first.
Free Lithuania will need to be
defended, and more will be needed.
And she cries and sobs.
And I'm starting to get scared...
This Sutkus more than this death...
Could I have torn up Jules' passport?
Maybe.
They should have all been
torn apart a long time ago.
He wouldn't have a full life...
While his family was in Siberia,
Everything is very clear to everyone.
And it had to be taken away.
But they didn't take it.
You will take him with his character...
I jumped out of the window.
With these... bloody legs...
I found it in the forest.
During our school's graduation
how to say..
His father made excellent wine.
Everyone already knew this..
Ratkevicius' wine
was the best here.
His father gave him
several bottles of that wine.
But we all left school early.
Because the tanks were already
passing in front of the church.
We are like this..
We organized a graduation
party with this wine of his.
At the mill.
My first poetry evening.
I have never received this much applause.
We swore in the morning.
We would be friends forever.
Whatever it was, it
would last forever.
Blood oath.
They cut his arms with nails.
This is how they dripped onto the board.
We wiped our foreheads.
Blood was sacred.
Here it is...
Then we buried one of the bottles,
Yulina's, a bottle of mountain ash wine.
Until better times,
until all is well.
At the mill.
From thistle..
What does "from thistle" mean?
Wine. Thistle.
Not from rowan, but from thistle.
It was delicious though.
Giulia dug it up and gave
it to me for my name day.
Didn't he say that?
You are here together.
After taking the oath...
Even when you're this strong...
Old.
I didn't realize
how drunk I was...
We were all lying here.
From this bottle...
It somehow turned
out to be irresponsible...
First time yes.
When did this happen?
This is a joke Kostas.
"Joke."
I don't drink at all.
The "images" in my blood are different.
All of us...
We don't care at all, you know...
But it would probably be nice
let's drink Hello Jonas!
Kostas, they will pick us up soon.
It's the only way we can leave here.
For all of us.
The "deer" refuge is right here.
There is also a village there.
All of Jonas' bits came to me.
See why.
But I don't feel that way anymore.
Do you have children?
What?
Do you have children?
The interrogator in
Vilnius showed the photo.
There you and a pregnant woman
were laughing in each other's arms.
Didn't the interrogator
show you my poisoned wife?
At Alytus hospital.
Didn't it show?
My newborn son who was poisoned?
Es Kostas? Why are you silent?
Like this. Did it show?
Did he show it or not?
Are you writing
to them or to us?
Him.
To Jonas.
Will you read it?
At least your name.
I understand it's
hard Jonas, it's hard.
We will bury him.
In the morning.
Even if we don't go out, it's right here.
In the "breasts" room.
No matter how strange it
may seem, such a daily life.
Yes. But how?
Otherwise would
you fight for freedom?
How can we become who we are?
If we give up, if we give...
In this dark pessimism...
Who would be better off?
They do nothing
but kill themselves.
It seems like that to you now...
There is such desperation now...
Don't give up.
You must get up before dawn
this morning, if the weather is clear...
Look: here is the first ray of the sun..
If there is dew on it...
on the blueberry bushes,
you will see the beauty.
What hope!
You know, you should
write a poem about this.
But it definitely
needs a foundation.
You get up.
And be sure to watch it!
From where...
Lieutenant, I killed Taura.
What?
I killed the leader
of the Dainava gang.
I shot Taura and her
sidekick I eliminated Voveri.
I am an agent.
I completed the task.
Seventh unit, I am
Lieutenant Makarovas.
I am reporting a case.
Agent Varnas completed the mission.
Yes, he's here with me.
We are moving on to the second
phase of operation "Cannibals".
I repeat. Agent Varnas completed
the mission. He's here with me.
We are moving on to the second
phase of operation "Cannibals".
How good it is to have you here.
For us... Nothing
is at stake anymore.
Giulia, we can start a new life.
Let's go to Vilnius!
I'm begging you. I have an
apartment, everything is there.
We just...
I had no choice.
Do you understand?
This is the best
option. Just the most..
..get the necessary
things. Do you hear?
This is it.
Trust me. We are safe.
Everything will be okay.
Believe me,
everything will be fine.
What happened?
Call the guard!
In the ice palace
in ancient times..
Santa Claus lived.
He also had a grandson,
a cold-nosed lollipop.
This grandchild was
beautiful. It was a cold candy.
Not sour, not
rotten. But where...
no matter if it goes,
He boasted everywhere.
"I can make bridges out of ice"
"I can grind snow like flour."
"Cover the rabbit with snow."
"Blow on the hedgehog
and put him to sleep."
"The thick-cheeked frog sleeps."
"The high-necked badger sulks."
Like the badger, the bear and me...
If we step on ice,
its edges crack.
I could freeze the
whole world if I wanted to.
One day, a snowstorm
took his nephew away.
And his grandson spun around in
circles with lollipops and snowflakes.
He saw a gentleman sitting in
the sleigh, flushed from vodka.
And she buried herself in the fat
gentleman's coat with the thickest fur.
Both his knees and his long legs
were covered with zebra skins.
The grandson became a lollipop
and crawled under the zebra skins.
The cold-nosed man froze the master,
The master's nose froze and turned white.
The gentleman was
frozen from head to toe.
His grandson boasted: Look,
grandfather, I have become a man now.
Translation: SEsubRIP
1940s.
The Soviet Union invaded Lithuania.
Mass deportations of the
population to Siberia began.
1941 Stalinist invaders were
replaced by Hitlerist invaders.
The 1944 Soviet invasion
returns for the second time.
Population oppression, sovietization
and mass deportations continue.
Beginning of armed partisan resistance.
Some risk their lives
fighting the invaders.
Others align with or
cooperate with the Soviets.
There was a time when
you couldn't trust anyone.
Attention to our colleagues!
Everyone already knows, but I still
want to introduce you to our new teacher.
Vilnius Pedagogy Institute student.
Later Vilnius University... Am I wrong?
We are incredibly lucky!
Not just one of our teachers,
We also have a famous poet!
A journalist from the capital Vilnius.
"Please Love and Do Good"
Kostas Kinkis!
We are here for you!
I made it with apple jam.
Our students know
your poems by heart.
For us it's like the sun, You
shine like a tender mother.
There is nothing like
this in the whole world.
Grandparents and parents were born and lived here.
My little heart beats freely here.
Will I play around the circle,
in kindergarten or at home?
Everywhere I feel the hand
of the beloved Motherland.
This is where Lenin was born,
this is where I grew up in peace.
Because the Motherland
protects us from enemies.
- Did I read it correctly?
- Okay, thank you Aly.
I ask everyone to love and respect our
colleagues and help our humble team.
Thank you very much everyone.
We received a letter from the Ministry.
To give artistic meaning to the
execution of four communards.
There will be guests
from Alytus Executive...
Maybe you can organize the preparations
for our holiday with the children?
This would be very important.
Maybe you can add your own lines.
Everyone will be very happy!
Children... by soldiers...
He was put on a truck and taken away...
- They took me out...
- Before class...
I understand.
For all of us...
God did everything to protect
them, but they destroyed them.
Where is that teacher?
Where is my house?
- Yes ..
- Did he move himself?
You know, Kostas.
There are many houses like
this now... They are all gone.
So what will we do to destroy
them? How are you feeling?
-Have a nice day - Good day.
Is there a book?
You probably haven't
filled out the form yet.
No, it's my first time here.
Everything is on the table,
Bottom left, next to the newspapers.
"Four" by Salomjas
Neries The Story of the.
Commune" And from Venclovos
"The Apple Tree Where I Grow."
We haven't got Venclovos
yet, but Salomejas is here.
Were you looking for something else?
Giulia?
- How are you here? Hello.
- Good morning.
- How are you?
- Did you bring the book?
- How long have you been here?
- Don't buy it yet. They are not registered yet.
- Giulia - Everything is fine, thank
you. Are you going to buy anything else?
New newspapers have arrived.
- Here I am.
- And...
Didn't you hear what I asked?
Are you buying the newspaper or
not? There are many beautiful poems.
And about other tasks of
the restoration of agriculture..
Marked by the meeting of the Supreme Soviet
of the USSR, which outlined additional tasks
for the restoration of industry, culture
and agriculture for a period of five years...
That's enough.
Good day neighbor!
Have a nice day.
- Do you have milk?
- The cow is calving.
So we don't have it.
The cow is calving.
Got it?
Go catch the mice.
There is a cow, no milk.
In the winter of one thousand
nine hundred and twenty six.
In the morning, four heroes were
brutally shot near the Kaunas fortress.
Leaders of the underground
communist party..
Karolis Poela, Juozas Greifenbergers,
Kazys Giedrys and Rapolas arnas.
Those who devoted their lives to
the struggle of the people in Lithuania..
In the name of socialism and communism..
And they became the true leaders of
the revolutionary masses of that time.
The spirit of struggle accompanies
and inspires us to this day!
They broke the four
doors of the prison at night.
All four felt that their
hearts were alive.
They knew they would never return from this gate
again, they were carried away by the steppe wind.
And the four of them took a step, and
the sky was ringing like a lark in spring.
And the four thought: if
If I am a bird, I can fly.
If I am a lark, even if it is the wind,
Even if it was north, I would fly in the sky.
Bandits!
Partisans!
Guys, hide quickly.
Let's run, let's run.
Death to the communists
and traitors of Lithuania!
Death to Communists.
Milk..
I brought milk.
Here it is, fresh.
It's still hot.
Is there a container to pour it into?
You knew it wouldn't explode.
You knew everything.
You looked out the window.
They threw a grenade. You watched.
What do you want from me?
Don't you understand
that I'm not like that?
You know me.
You know who I am.
I want to live like you,
like everyone else.
Live like this.
Giulia, you know me, you know.
What, you don't remember what
I wrote about Russians in school?
Look.
If you don't believe me, read it...
I was expelled from school
because of these anti-Soviet poems...
From everywhere. from work
and From the Young Writers Union.
This is what I wrote now.
It's completely different.
In a different way.
Giulia, I'll put this here.
Then you bring it back.
A kitten and a rooster
made a house under a tree.
They built it and lived in it.
Dun-dun-dun, someone muttered.
The colorful cat got
up from the ground.
Who's knocking on the door?
Animal or monster?
I'm a Dun-dun-dun-dun
fox, let me in.
I waited for the ducks
on the lake shore all day.
I spied, I'm tired,
I couldn't catch even one.
And the cat answered
by raising its colorful tail.
Go away shameless, why
are you sitting at our door?
You can't fool a colorful cat,
You can't catch a rooster.
Get out of here, I won't
let you in the house.
Good morning.
Hello.
I haven't bottled it yet.
Now.
Librarian..
He asked when the
book would be returned.
What?
A book.
Census.
It had to be returned.
He asked today.
I was going to go back anyway...
I can quit too, I said.
Why are you worried?
Is it too dark, teacher?
I...
I'm not actually a communist.
I'm not a red-haired writer.
I wrote it anyway.
There was such a demand..
I have other poems too...
Giulia knows. Because I showed it.
Wreaths from the collective
farm on the roofs of the houses..
The harvesters, the peace
ships of the plains, set sail.
The sun was brighter and the sky was bluer.
That day Uncle Lenin was born.
It... You know why.
My... My family... when the
wagons started moving, they...
My sick mother...
The stepfather was bad, he was sick...
They wanted to take everyone
there. They took them away... and...
They told me...
If I wrote, they
would leave me alone.
Drink!
All the way!
So your family was
more valuable than ours?
You took care of your parents
and we didn't take care of them?
Don't get me wrong... I just...
I didn't do anything wrong...
If it wasn't me, someone
else would have written it...
I wrote the same thing, changing
the words to fit what they needed.
Communism, Stalin, Lenin, et al
they are already there and happy.
So is it good for them, good
for you, good for everyone?
It's not good for us...
I couldn't choose anything...
I had the opportunity to save my family.
I also benefited from this... What,
you're not going to make a living?
Mine..
I had no choice.
- Can I have some water?
- Forbidden.
Do you know what happens
to traitors and betrayers?
Not everyone can go
into the forest with a gun.
Someone has to live.
To teach children.
I'm still a teacher.
When we bury the
best people every day...
When our loved ones
leave every day, Artimus...
I feel sick, I feel sick.
It's not bad for
you It's bad for us.
When you write for Russians...
It would be bad for us...
Kostas Kinkis "For the Soviet Homeland".
You are as bright as the
sun and like a gentle mother.
There is no one else like
you in the whole world.
Grandparents and parents
were born and raised here.
My little heart beats
freely here for you.
And we play on the grass
in kindergarten or at home.
Everywhere we feel the
hand of our beloved homeland.
This is where Lenin was born.
This is where I grew up quietly.
This is the homeland, it
protects us from enemies.
Sit down.
Juozas.
Kostas Kinkis "For the Soviet Homeland".
You are as bright as the sun,
You are like a gentle mother.
There is no one else like
you in the whole world.
Grandparents and parents
were born and lived here.
- My little heart beats freely here.
- Sit down, Juouzas.
Agotha.
Kostas Kinkis "For the Soviet Homeland".
Gentlemen..
We must go to Subartoniai.
They reserved a table for us.
While they give,
we have to take...
Depending on the situation..
As much as they give.
Until today evening.
- In Malinauskiene?
- Well... yes.
Where is the mill?
What about the chairs?
I don't know, I say it depends.
Collapse.
Can you handle it yourself?
I won't go.
Then why were you driving?
We will celebrate our
son's baptism here.
What?
My son's godfather.
They were here.
- You won't be hiding these tables anyway.
- These will be for children.
I said I won't go
That means I won't go.
We were told that these were school desks, It was
said that it belonged to our friend Vaicekauskas.
Vaicekauskas?
So what's left:
These two exist, the others are broken.
And... you can also buy this dresser if
you need to. Along with fascist books.
Should the clock remain?
Why darling, why are
you flying over this village?
In the quiet manor, the lights are out
and your home has been destroyed.
Where do you go
in the pouring rain?
Your skeletons in the wooden house..
When puddles splash on
it and the dog howls sadly...
When machine guns carry the
cold of death over our heads...
Only a blind world can see things
you'll never see A world sees.
The blind world sees... It
had to be different there - How?
Such blind people do not
see the world, they never will,
but "basically" they
will not be able to see it.
I edited it, maybe it wasn't very clear,
I will rewrite.
In both cases...
It doesn't matter here.
What can I say...
I... I don't care about your poetry.
But look..
Now we sit in a dark shelter.
Insects are wandering around.
Insects love it here.
They are waiting.
Maybe they know something,
maybe they're just waiting.
What we are in the
world depends on us.
Who knows how different
this hole is from the grave?
What are you thinking?
These insects also
get into the coffin.
So of course no one
resists them there.
I still don't understand
what's wrong with the poem...
take off the blindfold.
There it is.
Here are these errors.
Now look here.
What beauty do you see
when you look out the window?
Don't worry,
This is not a wagon.
Look further.
To the children picking apples...
They gather around and laugh loudly.
Nobody silences them.
They are not afraid of anything.
Do you understand
what I mean, poet?
Not exactly.
It is not easy for people to
live like this, there is no hope...
If the poets don't say so,
where do you get this from?
Hopes...
Look at everything differently.
But this is not true...
One of the joyful
harvest months of this...
I don't understand
what the difference is.
While these children were picking apples...
They put them in the wagons and
they don't laugh anymore, do they?
Will they act like
they're having fun?
That's what I wrote... There you go.
They are having fun. You said it yourself.
You can write.
People like what you write.
And the most important
thing for us is that it rhymes.
When you rhyme,
It's when you make humor.
People remember this easily.
Have fun, remember, laugh.
Serve soup for the guest.
No soup for our guest of honor?
None of the men
upstairs drank this soup.
I tell the guest to fill it!
Have you read his poems?
The one about collective farms?
No, it's not about
collective farms.
Come on.
I brought the author.
So how?
Ok.
Will you check for errors?
Yes.
"Stop, gentlemen," the Russian shouts.
Stribo's work is very noble.
We load the people into the basement
and from there onto the wagons.
We will search everywhere
for Comrade Stalin.
There will be sausages and chebatas
Watches and rings.
Unite, gentlemen, your pay is good.
Whoever joins will not have any problems.
Three runners succumbed to temptation.
They fucked their ears.
What's going on here?
Nobody move!
What, you didn't do anything?
Who are the oldest?
Hello.
I drank some water.
Isn't it possible?
Thank you.
Can you tell your
family I thanked them?
What is your name?
Sister?
Or my brother?
For example, I can't explain
why you came to this damn house.
With all these thugs With
children, with corpses...
You were apparently thirsty.
Do you think this
explanation is satisfactory?
I'm asking you.
So should I have lied?
You don't know when you're
lying and when you're not lying.
But they know this.
They look into your
eyes and understand it.
Comrade Director.
I wonder if you will like it?
We have a title here.
Our hero.
Paragraphs continue
from both sides.
I think I'll put
some pictures here.
The most important thing is
that children become orphans.
We can change it.
The heroes of our school saved the
orphans from the bullets of the bandits..
And he carried them in his arms
next to the corpses of his parents.
Needless to say, next to
the bodies of the parents...
To the Third Soviet Teachers' Congress
Welcome.
Eduardas.
Kostas.
Hello.
- A hundred years, listen.
- Aha.
How are you?
Good, good.
Shall we go for coffee?
You need to register.
I am coming.
Are you ok?
Old things were donated.
Maybe you're
returning to Vilnius?
No, where do I turn?
This village will
finish you off, master.
You are a city person.
It's not all up to me, sir.
Kostas..
Everything depends on us.
Got it?
From us..
Premature aging.
You see, I didn't change anything.
Even the ashtray is in the same place.
- Was this here?
- No.
- How?
- Is it bad?
It's like that...
Of course, writing was smoother
and more enjoyable in the past.
But they changed it
because I broke a few keys.
Where is the old one?
Probably in storage.
You know, when you get used
to writing, you write differently.
Poems are written by themselves.
In Romukas' warehouse?
Romukas is gone.
You know, because of
his drinking, his liver...
However..
I..
I'll see what I can
do, but know this..
Everything is recorded,
nothing is deleted.
Shall we smoke?
Wait.
One breath - two lines.
I can't compare myself to you.
Do you know, Kostas?
When I published this book...
All doors, all windows
were opened..
You know, there are such
opportunities here now.
Alive..
I have never received
so many letters.
Letters go to the old address.
Here, from this big breasted girl.
- Zverin's?
- Yes, Svetlana.
She writes poetry with her breasts.
Girls, you cannot even imagine the quality
of the author with whom we drank today.
Actually, I'd like to
toast to my best friend.
My teacher.
I can say that he is my idol.
For Kostas.
You asked if I loved you.
A beautiful flower
is not a regret.
But if you have a heart...
This is not for you.
I've never rhymed
like that in my life.
For Kostas, it's
as easy as eating.
Let's drink to Kostas
once again, okay?
Don't give orders!
Did you sleep enough?
Yes.
Good morning my baby.
Go get ready, get
dressed, take a shower.
Come on!
Violets bloomed. They
developed on the slope..
For you, mother, these
are the first flowers.
Dewy buds
illuminated by the sun,
Greetings to you,
your mother, the sun..
The birds that come are
chirping every day, every day.
You are my mother, The most
beautiful most beautiful song.
You little baby, you
raised me, you raised me.
Mom, I will always
love you, forever.
Hello Costas.
Hello.
Let's go for a walk.
Now?
Yes it's fine now.
Are you angry because we woke you up?
It's okay, I wasn't asleep yet.
Look closely at the one
with the bag on his head.
Let's clear things up, If
you know him let me know.
Is it Krasauskas who was shot?
The parents of those children?
Kazimiras Mikalauskas
was born on April 14, 1915.
He was tried by a
partisan military court.
Because of the brutal murder
of the Jokubausk family..
Antanas Jokubauskas, Jane
Jokubauskien, her children Motjus and Salome.
Vaineikiai family and also..
The abuse and murder of his
youngest daughter, Adele Vaineikite.
For the murder and robbery
of Petras Krasauskas..
Because of the murder of Stanislava
Krasauskien in front of her young children..
By order of the partisan military court.
Kazimiras Mikalauskas
He was born on April 14, 1915.
He was sentenced to death.
Death penalty..
He will be executed on June 23, 1949.
Dainava Regional Administration.
We reward the partisan "Stal"
with a ribbon for his courage.
He showed courage and carried a
wounded soldier off the battlefield.
During the Battle of Merkina.
Thank you for your courage!
In the name of the Motherland!
Congratulations.
Well, my brothers and sisters.
Let's take photos! Please.
Come on. Come a little closer!
Yes.
Vee...
- Thank you.
- Thank you.
Well, if everyone
got their reward...
Let's celebrate!
So is this already possible?
What?
"Maybe, maybe."
Relatives!
Kisses and hugs!
Lunch!
Please everyone come!
What are you doing here?
Take this.
But it suits you very well.
Give me that hat!
If you're here to have fun...
You can wear even three of these
and you still won't be more beautiful.
Oh how I miss beauty...
How are things in Vilnius?
Thing..
How do you think
things are going here?
I started working in Vilnius.
The meeting yielded results...
We wanted to know how
things were going in town.
We wanted to learn about you.
I didn't say anything.
Did they beat you?
It's good you said that.
They want us to fall for each other...
You know, I started working too...
Then I went to the forest.
There was no other option.
This is how they work.
I often get lost
within myself...
Most of the time I can't find friends...
After all, an unspoken word hangs
in the air in the dark of the night...
Relax...
Maybe I can pass you.
Although you..
Even if I search on earth...
Love letters will burn.
Like this..
No, I know...
It doesn't rhyme very well.
To be honest, I
was different there.
I wrote...
Is there anyone else?
Jonas!
Hold it!
May he rest in peace!
I say tear it apart!
Costa!
Why does it smell
so bad in here?
Grenade...
Grenade...
We probably have neighbors
like this in our village
"lame" can handle this
"milkbird."
"Stick."
He was a very bad grandfather.
All the children were afraid of him.
It seemed that if he caught them,
he would kill them with this stick.
They were carrying linen.
With my brother..
And I broke the glass..
We started running.
My brother ran into the forest and I...
There was a linden tree
growing along the road,
it was bent like this. I
climbed the linden tree..
To the top..
But I was still afraid that
this Sutku would take over me.
My God, the branch is breaking...
I'm falling..
I lie down and stay.
I can't, I can not move.
Both of my legs are broken.
My mother is crying, crying...
I've never seen
him cry like this...
So I ask: Mom, am I
really going to die now?
You will not die, Jesus, you will not die.
You won't die yet, you
have to go to the military first.
Free Lithuania will need to be
defended, and more will be needed.
And she cries and sobs.
And I'm starting to get scared...
This Sutkus more than this death...
Could I have torn up Jules' passport?
Maybe.
They should have all been
torn apart a long time ago.
He wouldn't have a full life...
While his family was in Siberia,
Everything is very clear to everyone.
And it had to be taken away.
But they didn't take it.
You will take him with his character...
I jumped out of the window.
With these... bloody legs...
I found it in the forest.
During our school's graduation
how to say..
His father made excellent wine.
Everyone already knew this..
Ratkevicius' wine
was the best here.
His father gave him
several bottles of that wine.
But we all left school early.
Because the tanks were already
passing in front of the church.
We are like this..
We organized a graduation
party with this wine of his.
At the mill.
My first poetry evening.
I have never received this much applause.
We swore in the morning.
We would be friends forever.
Whatever it was, it
would last forever.
Blood oath.
They cut his arms with nails.
This is how they dripped onto the board.
We wiped our foreheads.
Blood was sacred.
Here it is...
Then we buried one of the bottles,
Yulina's, a bottle of mountain ash wine.
Until better times,
until all is well.
At the mill.
From thistle..
What does "from thistle" mean?
Wine. Thistle.
Not from rowan, but from thistle.
It was delicious though.
Giulia dug it up and gave
it to me for my name day.
Didn't he say that?
You are here together.
After taking the oath...
Even when you're this strong...
Old.
I didn't realize
how drunk I was...
We were all lying here.
From this bottle...
It somehow turned
out to be irresponsible...
First time yes.
When did this happen?
This is a joke Kostas.
"Joke."
I don't drink at all.
The "images" in my blood are different.
All of us...
We don't care at all, you know...
But it would probably be nice
let's drink Hello Jonas!
Kostas, they will pick us up soon.
It's the only way we can leave here.
For all of us.
The "deer" refuge is right here.
There is also a village there.
All of Jonas' bits came to me.
See why.
But I don't feel that way anymore.
Do you have children?
What?
Do you have children?
The interrogator in
Vilnius showed the photo.
There you and a pregnant woman
were laughing in each other's arms.
Didn't the interrogator
show you my poisoned wife?
At Alytus hospital.
Didn't it show?
My newborn son who was poisoned?
Es Kostas? Why are you silent?
Like this. Did it show?
Did he show it or not?
Are you writing
to them or to us?
Him.
To Jonas.
Will you read it?
At least your name.
I understand it's
hard Jonas, it's hard.
We will bury him.
In the morning.
Even if we don't go out, it's right here.
In the "breasts" room.
No matter how strange it
may seem, such a daily life.
Yes. But how?
Otherwise would
you fight for freedom?
How can we become who we are?
If we give up, if we give...
In this dark pessimism...
Who would be better off?
They do nothing
but kill themselves.
It seems like that to you now...
There is such desperation now...
Don't give up.
You must get up before dawn
this morning, if the weather is clear...
Look: here is the first ray of the sun..
If there is dew on it...
on the blueberry bushes,
you will see the beauty.
What hope!
You know, you should
write a poem about this.
But it definitely
needs a foundation.
You get up.
And be sure to watch it!
From where...
Lieutenant, I killed Taura.
What?
I killed the leader
of the Dainava gang.
I shot Taura and her
sidekick I eliminated Voveri.
I am an agent.
I completed the task.
Seventh unit, I am
Lieutenant Makarovas.
I am reporting a case.
Agent Varnas completed the mission.
Yes, he's here with me.
We are moving on to the second
phase of operation "Cannibals".
I repeat. Agent Varnas completed
the mission. He's here with me.
We are moving on to the second
phase of operation "Cannibals".
How good it is to have you here.
For us... Nothing
is at stake anymore.
Giulia, we can start a new life.
Let's go to Vilnius!
I'm begging you. I have an
apartment, everything is there.
We just...
I had no choice.
Do you understand?
This is the best
option. Just the most..
..get the necessary
things. Do you hear?
This is it.
Trust me. We are safe.
Everything will be okay.
Believe me,
everything will be fine.
What happened?
Call the guard!
In the ice palace
in ancient times..
Santa Claus lived.
He also had a grandson,
a cold-nosed lollipop.
This grandchild was
beautiful. It was a cold candy.
Not sour, not
rotten. But where...
no matter if it goes,
He boasted everywhere.
"I can make bridges out of ice"
"I can grind snow like flour."
"Cover the rabbit with snow."
"Blow on the hedgehog
and put him to sleep."
"The thick-cheeked frog sleeps."
"The high-necked badger sulks."
Like the badger, the bear and me...
If we step on ice,
its edges crack.
I could freeze the
whole world if I wanted to.
One day, a snowstorm
took his nephew away.
And his grandson spun around in
circles with lollipops and snowflakes.
He saw a gentleman sitting in
the sleigh, flushed from vodka.
And she buried herself in the fat
gentleman's coat with the thickest fur.
Both his knees and his long legs
were covered with zebra skins.
The grandson became a lollipop
and crawled under the zebra skins.
The cold-nosed man froze the master,
The master's nose froze and turned white.
The gentleman was
frozen from head to toe.
His grandson boasted: Look,
grandfather, I have become a man now.
Translation: SEsubRIP