Igmanski mars (1983) - full transcript
Igman March is known as the 'second offensive'. After the fall of the Uzice Republic, for strengthening the grouping of enemies in December 1941, in the small town of Rudo in Bosnia, formed the First Proletarian Brigade, the first regular units of the National Liberation Army of Yugoslavia. One of her first major trials is Igman march known as the 'Second offensive'. In late January 1942 immediately after the formation of the brigade to mountain Romanija found itself in an environment of strong German forces and that would put us in the best great number enemy forces, supreme headquarters in consultation with the staff of the brigade decided that the majority of the Yugoslav partisans must not exceed the Igman mountain near the city of Sarajevo. The task is anything but easy because of the extreme cold and strong wind. The plan was to pass near Sarajevo itself, over Mount Igman, according to the liberated city of Foca, where he broke the supreme headquarters with Tito. The march was conducted on the night of January 27, 1942 at a temperature of minus 40 degrees. The march was after 19 hours of continuous walking and after the horrible and tragic loss yet completed.
AG MARKET PRESENTS
THE IGMAN MARCH
Lets go.
Zlatibor, late autumn 1941.
The Užice Republic fell,
the first free oasis, in the
middle of enslaved Europe.
Partisans are retreating from
Serbia to face new battles.
Čajka! Doctor.
- Who?
- I was talking to you. Čajka!
Let's go, Čajka.
- Let him...
- Don't stab him.
- What did I say?
Where are you going? There
is no one left. We are the last.
How not. There is
Kragujevac. Shumadija.
Of course. But we move on.
- Where to?
- To Bosnia?
- We protect the wounded!
I'll stay here.
Bran listen, you can't
do anything in life alone.
Yes, he knows that better than you.
Where to?
Get back in the column!
A deserter!
- Which army is this?
- Colourfully made, they are ours.
Stop!
- Who are they?
- Montenegrins.
- Who's going? - From Kragujevac.
Children.
- Letter, is there anyone
without a moustache?
- Don't knock.
Come on.
- Who are you two?
- Slovenian.
- Handič, how did you manage to escape?
- I did it.
- To me and Adam.
- Hello. Hello.
You are handsome, Šumadinec, but
without a moustache. I'll give you some.
I wouldn't wear that
shit under my nose, man.
Čajka?
- Where is Čajka?
- The Spaniard will explain it to you.
- Is he hurt?
No, he stayed in Serbia.
Spaniard!
Something big is going to happen
here tomorrow. We will assemble
a brigade that will be talked
about throughout the homeland.
- Čajka did not understand this.
- He'll be back.
- He won't.
- He wanted to die on his doorstep.
- He'll be back, I know.
- You are in love, but you see differently.
- I know he will come.
What is? What are you holding on to?
Where did you get so many lice?
Is this yours? We'll burn
that and what you're wearing.
- Where did you find the
drainage pipe in Rude?
- We have everything here.
We're going to put up
a plaque about it here.
To the town of Rud, a warm bath
was built by the Palelunska četa.
Why are you laughing?
Tell me honestly, why did
you run away from home?
I got an A in math. My father
was waiting for me with such a belt.
Then tell me, why didn't you
pick up the medical supplies?
- I saw this very professor
in the assembly this morning.
- Who?
This one from mathematics.
I heard that they ordered
the moustache to be cut.
As far as I know, Comrade
Stalin also wears a moustache.
When you come from cold
to warm, the iron gets wet.
It needs to be wiped
clean, otherwise it rusts.
- Did you wipe it?
- We came here? Right to Bosnia.
Can you give me a cigarette?
Will you ever offer?
On.
Just sitting. I'm checking
to see if you're all here.
Yes we are, all of us
from the first platoon.
The other one is here next to us.
Good. We're up early tomorrow
to check equipment and weapons.
- Are there any problems?
- Tomorrow the first proletarian
is formed into a brigade.
We are in it too.
Comrade Tito will find out review.
- Just make sure we don't laugh.
- Comrade Tito?
Wake the sleeping calf?
No, you don't have to.
The person on duty should wake
everyone up a little earlier
so that we can prepare well.
Brigade! Calm down!
Greetings!
Comrade Commander-in-Chief.
The first proletarian
shock brigade is drawn up.
Comrades proletarians!
- Death to fascism!
- Freedom to the nation!
Vacant on site!
Here we are today, from the best
sons of Serbia and Montenegro,
hardened fighters, formed
the first proletarian brigade.
The fascists are still advancing
towards Moscow and Leningrad.
Here in Yugoslavia, together
with Chetniks and Ustashi
they incite a bloody,
fratricidal war.
They burn our towns and villages.
They are killing innocent children.
Therefore, the 1st proletarian
brigade must be the punching fist of ours
national liberation resistance.
Fear and trembling of the enemy.
It shows our determination that
we don't want to live like before.
Comrades, I especially put
the struggle on your heart
for the brotherhood and
unity of all our nations.
When you walk around our
homeland, where it takes place
fratricidal war, explain
everywhere the great aims of ours
national liberation struggles.
Look, there are battles going on
around us, your comrades are dying.
We will have to leave a lot of
blood and effort on this way.
But the final victory
must be ours!
In the Battle of Gaučič, the brigade
wins for the first time and on the same day
set out on his triumphal march.
Ustashas kill Serbs,
Chetniks slaughter Muslims...
One damn country.
What will you do in Bosnia?
Let him go.
They published in Serbia
and will continue to do so here.
- Ooooohoo! Let the army go.
- Eeeeeee. Which are?
- I don't know.
- Ustashi?
- They didn't!
- Chetniks?
- No. - Are they burning?
-They don't burn.
- Are they fighting?
- They are silent.
Hey! The proletarians go!
Who are you?
- They call me Čajka.
- What are you watching?
- I polish mine.
- Which ones?
- The people of Kraguje.
- There are no more of those now.
Now they are called the 3rd Kraguje
battalion, the first proletarian battalion.
They are there, on the right,
towards Zvezdana planina.
- Why are they breaking up?
- They are spreading the uprising.
There, the commander-in-chief
goes to the left towards Foča Jahorina.
Where are you headed, you
sick person? This is Bosnia, hey!
On, another cap.
Look, they also
brought the Ustasha.
They come from all sides.
Offensive.
- Who are you?
- Čajka.
Area of Romania,
mid-January 1942.
The First Proletarian Brigade is
under the attack of a new offensive.
Columns of Germans and
Ustaše are coming from all sides.
There is a fraction of a second between the
moment of the command: shoot and the shot
and I react in this part.
Like a bird that has
wandered for a long time.
And after a long wandering
she found her way again.
- What is? Are you shivering?
- I come from the valley.
- I caught up with you.
- Go to sleep.
Yours must have
found another one.
- Čajka will catch us.
- It's a dream, Vera.
They didn't.
Trade.
Heavily surrounded, the brigade,
faced with treachery, is in front
to the question: How from the ring?
Where? He is the Supreme Commander
ordered them to go towards Foča.
Which way?
Contact with command
has been cut off.
The brigade is
facing a big test.
The enemy is making a ring
around us. We must go the way that
is the only possible one. Prepare
people for a long march in the cold.
Lubricate your feet with tallow.
Put paper under the socks.
The task is bold and risky.
We will pass by Sarajevo, after
Sarajevo field. That
means silence, no coughing
or speaking.
- And no cigarettes.
Comrade Commander, the
brigade is ready to march.
- Where are you from bro?
- From Bosnia.
- What's your name?
- Mustafa.
- Where are you from?
- From Kragujevac.
Departure!
- Where are you going, Bosnian?
- See you, Šumadinec!
Faster!
- Why did you stop?
- What's shining there?
- Sarajevo. Lets go!
- Are we really going to Sarajevo?
- Silence. Of course we're going.
Sarajevo.
So they left for
the train at nine?
Maybe they are still in Romania.
How nowhere?
They have to be somewhere!
He calls me every half hour!
- Like the Chinese army.
- Which one?
Ours. Nothing can destroy us.
Sarajevo is burning.
I was here last year with Irena.
Look at the mosque! And the church.
Put out your cigarette, scumbag!
Train!
Keep calm! Let no one shoot!
War is the stupidest
thing in the world.
- Calm that mare down!
- Well, give it to you, if you can.
It's too cold to go out today.
Faster!
The tree cracks.
From the cold. Lets go!
The trees are really cracking.
That's what my father already told me,
but I laughed at him.
Now you too will have something
to tell your grandchildren.
This is already a real mania.
The trees are cracking with
the cold, Mr. Commander.
What wouldn't. Here in the city
it is -25, in Polje it is certainly -30.
Only some Serbian
refugees crossed the line.
They went to get salt and flour.
Otherwise, everything is calm here.
I understand.
Gang in Polje! Yes, Husa.
There's a lot of them!
Go to sleep well,
we won't do anything to you.
This is not a gang. This is the
first proletarian shock brigade.
Faster!
There is a Franciscan
monastery under the hill.
Look, Gavrilo Princip.
- Where?
- Over there. He drew his gun.
He's shooting!
Revolt in Sarajevo,
fire in Europe!
Now foreigners think
that devils walk under it.
Where are you staring! Look ahead.
- What is it?
- Not again?
Extinguish the candle.
The devil take them.
- What is this in front of us?
- Igman! Shall we go over?
- If necessary.
- Do you understand now?
- Just asking.
Why did the convoy stop?
What is it, doctor?
What are we waiting for?
A frozen dream.
Give people a
place to stay ASAP!
Gane?
- What are you talking about?
-Where do you think we'll go now?
Anywhere,
let's just go as soon as possible.
Departure!
- Where?
- Go up.
- Up where? Why? We can't wait for morning here.
Shall we go, Montenegrins?
Let's go to Durmitor, falcons!
- Ambush!
- Why us?
- Ambush, quick!
Help the old man.
Smiljan! How did
Njegoš already say?
Oh, you heroic nest, but
bloody you our battlefield,
many battles are still in your memory,
you have saddened many mothers.
Oh, if only the eyes could see that
what is lost is found by Montenegro.
Montenegrins, remember this well!
Whoever starts will be the best;
but whoever betrays him who started
everything turns
to stone for him.
- Let him petrify the seed in the field.
- He should petrify the
children inside his wife.
Let lepers be born from him.
That the nation will
point the finger at them.
Above, under the sky is the soul.
An eagle does not need only one flight.
Djura Jakšič.
Don't be afraid as long
as your sister is with you.
Faster! We will freeze.
Is that you, Šumadinec?
It's me, a Bosnian.
Why are you so cold?
I have a cold.
Hold on, Šumadinec.
Let's go, Mustafa.
Hold on!
Bosnian! Do you know where you are going?
Where are you going!
What a voice.
How does time drag?
- 300 metres as 300 days.
Who am I... lrena.
- Doctor.
- You're hallucinating.
- Maybe.
- Gane!
- Just a little. Let me see
who's on the course.
Get up!
- Sarajevo! It's hot.
- Jovica.
Čiro! Get up!
Spaniard, where are you?
Everyone fell asleep.
Chaps, what's up with you?
Look, little sister!
Faster to catch the convoy.
I can't go on.
You can. You have to.
I have to.
Jovica, get up!
Spaniard! Wait.
Everyone was falling.
Palelunci, don't betray me.
Just a little while, and we'll be there.
- How much more?
- As much as needed.
Just another hour of walking.
Then dinner and sleep.
- Believe me.
- I wouldn't say.
Get up!
The horse can't stand it yet.
The night between the
27th and 28th of January.
The German command in
Sarajevo is completely surprised.
Only a trace of the column remained,
which disappeared on the Igman.
Badge! Wake up you fool!
- What are you talking about!
- I got scared.
Where the hell next?
- Where is the headquarters?
- You are your own headquarters.
- Where is the headquarters?
- Don't brag, I'm sleeping.
Look, the stars.
They're teasing me. I hate them.
Troop, behind me!
- A break.
- Who said break?
Ulcer. Let's snooze for a minute
until they come to an agreement.
Jovica, Čiro, go back!
Everyone back!
- Village!
- What kind of village? Can't you
see that everything is falling apart?
See that the windows are lit.
- Where... is it burning?
- What's shining? Where does it shine?
- We're all going to die.
- What are we waiting
for? Let's go inside.
Back!
Proletarians!
Communists!
Battalion commanders, forward!
Faith, Gane, Zare! Behind me!
Above, under the sky is the soul.
I caught up with you. Behind me.
- Are you going or not?
- Just go, I'll come after you.
I know I have to, but I can't.
You must, Gane.
- If only Čajka was here.
- I am.
I know you are, even if you're not.
- Come on, let's take a nap.
- I can't, I'm in a hurry.
- I have to catch up. Say hello to Zaret.
- I will. Swim forward.
Gane, stand up.
I thought you were Čiro.
You understand, we dream.
It's only a few more
steps to the top of the hill.
Zare, Čajka greets you.
Gane, come to your senses.
Get up, Zare!
The whole company fell.
Come on! If we overcome this obstacle,
the winter mansion will be ours.
Come on!
Let's sing, comrades!
Look, Čiro. How
plums bloom in orchards.
- Don't stand still.
- What is your doctor, I sing.
- Just sing, just don't stand.
- Am I dreaming?
- You're not dreaming, just sing.
I see the house. Look, over there.
- I hear a cock.
- I too.
- I don't.
- Village!
- I'm coming, mum!
The village dog.
- I hear a dog.
- There is no dog, wake up!
- Silence!
Damn cold!
That's it!
- This is what we dreamed of.
- Look, Čajka! Through
water, through hell...
- Čajka!
- What kind of mansion am I in, Irena?
I just wanted to
drinking tea in a white
cup with three blue cherries.
Commissioner, order the song!
Our only mother,
the working community!
Show the way to those
who do not know it.
They're going. They dream, but they go.
- Get up. Will you be able to?
- I will. I'm strong enough.
I have to. I have to bring
everyone back to Kragujevac alive.
It smells like bread!
After hot wheat bread!
Give yourself. He has to wake up.
Spaniard.
Behold, red chariots
fly across the sky.
The hike lasted 19 hours. On the
same day, the brigade left for new ones
positions, and 160 too
cold farmers drive to Foča,
the centre of the
new free territory.
- You will be one smoke.
- Come on.
Sit down, we're going for a ride.
- What the hell is wrong with him.
- Don't knock.
- What did I say?
Write.
The first proletarian brigade.
Position on Kalinovik.
I express our recognition
1. proletarian
to the National Liberation
Strike Brigade, which is in time
the German-Ustasha offensive
in Bosnia made a great move
and thus prevented
the German plans.
Those fighters of this brigade
especially deserve praise...
who suffered a lot and
showed a lot in the process
of self-denial and courage.
To the Supreme Staff, Commander...
- Does it hurt?
- No.
- Here? - No.
I don't feel a single one.
They are no longer mine.
- Hello heroes of the Igman campaign!
- Hello!
- Čiro, where is the battalion?
- In position at Kalinovik.
They welcome you from all fronts.
- Hello, Montenegrin!
- Hello.
I brought you something.
- Hi, Badzo.
- Hi, Čiro.
- Where did you get that?
Do you give one?
Ladies.
Are you...
Here we have 40 of the worst cases.
You said we'd be able to
stand in three days!
-Everything will be okay.
How OK?
Miljan, they took
our weapons. Why?
Aren't we fighters any more?
I would switch with you in
a heartbeat. To rest a little.
You're lying.
But we do not
agree to lies and pity.
We have to face the truth.
We are a little crippled with frostbite,
but we will get back on our feet.
- Can I come in?
- You can.
- Tell.
- Gangrene, my friend.
Crazy! Lots of fingers.
- What do you suggest?
- They will have to be cut off.
Do what you have to do.
I'm a gynaecologist,
I can't do this alone.
There is no surgeon.
- Teapot, comrade.
- Let him call later.
I ordered Doctor Španec
to come, but to Žabljak
has 200 wounded.
- Courier from Herzegovina, comrade.
- Let him in.
Get in.
Sit there, I'll be right there.
I don't know that. I have nothing to do.
Save these people, Relja.
Each of them is precious.
I understand.
We arranged a ceremony for them, the
likes of which Sinjajevina had never seen
and Bjelasica from
Turkish attacks.
As soon as we heard about the murder...
Peacefully.
- How you have to chew all the time.
- But if I'm nervous.
- Is there a corso in Foča?
- I don't know?
I was constantly on the course in
Kragujevac. But you are nowhere.
Where did they always
disappear from the basket?
Stop it!
- What the hell is wrong with him?
- Don't knock.
Get in.
It is hard.
Hold on.
Love, Faith.
Look at Bert and me.
We didn't go through anything.
Moscow, prisons, internment
in Serbia, uprising...
Igman.
Faith! Be by his side.
Is everything ready?
These two are sick.
What is it, you can't
stand manure and stench?
Shame!
- Who is first.
- Spaniard.
Bring it.
What are you waiting for?
- Spaniard, turn your head.
- I am Palelunec, Relja.
Stanislav's mother!
Nothing.
Like cutting your nails. It doesn't hurt.
- Who's coming with me?
- I. I won't leave you alone any more.
What kind of eyes do you have, Mirsada?
- Which of you will be first.
- I!
Don't fantasise.
Look down!
Look at the reality.
What do you see?
I see...
I also see what you don't.
Fire!
Let there be a song of horrors.
Nah, cornbread.
Here's a cigarette.
- Thank you.
- Take some more.
- Does anyone like peas?
- I.
- On, Foca tobacco.
- Thank you.
- Tetanus is coming, my friend.
- I sent a telegram to Moscow
and courier to Sarajevo. It will
be too late if the vaccine comes
in a day or two?
-I don't know. Nobody knows that.
- Rejla, is it true?
- It's not right, Bert.
- Ančka?
- Not good.
- I'll come.
Here is the continuation of
the telegram from Moscow.
Why was it necessary to
establish a proletarian brigade?
Why?
- Ančka is not well.
- Please? Ančka? Go.
But why?
There, across the Drina, it joins the
Montenegrin-Kragujevska line battalion.
- Mine?
- And mine.
- Tell us.
- Comrade Tito is handing over the flag.
- Do you see Per too?
- He takes the flag and kisses it.
- Tell me, Vera.
- They are ours too!
- Tell us next.
Our commander kisses the flag.
- Wake up...
- Silence! We are listening.
- Titija, Jova Keza are coming.
- Don't lie! How can you see from here?
- Really! They march and sing.
The flag is flying.
They are going on the train.
- What is it?
- Tetanus.
Wait, Leo. Come on.
Good evening.
- Is there anything written on the water?
- If you can read.
It can seem to you that life is
flowing, but it can also stand still.
- He can't do both.
- Not really.
Gane!
Do you remember when
I came to Kragujevac?
You taught me how to play football.
Dream on...
Damn, Gane.
A gentle friend. We are coming
to Kragujevac on white horses.
Tetanus. We are completely helpless.
Comrade Tito, what is
the situation? Tell us.
Heavy, comrades.
We continue to
fight on two fronts.
Against the fascist occupier
and his minions, the Chetniks
and the Ustashas, who commit
mass crimes against innocent people.
We must stop this fratricidal
war as soon as possible.
Did you hear about the victory
of the Red Army before Moscow?
This is the first defeat of the
fascists since the beginning of the war.
There will be more.
This is just the beginning.
Our allies, the USSR,
Great Britain, America, will
destroyed. Our task in this,
however, is increasing. Soon
the whole world realised that
here, in Yugoslavia, only partisans
we fight against the occupier.
Comrade Stalin said to write
a proclamation to everyone
enslaved nations in Europe.
He only told us that.
Write it, Comrade Tito.
We will write everything.
- From Sarajevo.
- Vaccine? Give it to them immediately.
Give it to Ganet quickly.
- It's too late.
- It's not.
Give it to him.
Where did you go, Šumadinec?
Spring of 1942.
Foča has been free for 110 days.
From here, the Supreme Headquarters
commands the battles that flare up
throughout Yugoslavia.
- What do you have?
- To the bone.
- What? - To the bone.
- I've never heard of that.
- It's nothing like that. Bones snapped
and break easily. But
the real surgeon also came.
A famous surgeon from Spain.
Hello, comrades.
Companion!
Doctor! Have you experienced
something like this in Spain?
No, but something like that.
Today and these days you
have the opportunity to many v
you surpass in many ways.
And you can do it.
Do you have funds for
narcosis, ether, local anaesthesia?
We have. Strong brandy.
We will endure.
Brandy.
Will you be brandy?
Believe in me,
because I believe in you.
No, they will not penetrate.
- Shall we begin, Mile?
- Well, market.
Brandy, Spaniard!
Just one more.
- Long live the Communist
Party of Yugoslavia!
- Cheers!
Come on, moan, man.
Hold on!
- What happened?
- That hurts, damn it.
Let's take a break.
Turn it on. Will you be brandy?
- This is already the fifth.
- Now you've already started counting them.
Cut him to give me peace.
- Doctor, you only cuddle him, not me.
- Let's go.
- Can I start?
- Yes, growl.
Hey, slackers! How long
do you plan to stay here?
- Arise, simulants!
- Hello.
- Come in, what are you ashamed of?
These are my Paleluns,
the famous Igmans.
These are young people from Foča.
They completed our company.
Only until you recover.
Until you walk.
You're in my company now,
so we won't be separated.
Departure!
- Hello comrades!
- Hello!
Go, Vera.
I'll catch up with you. Again.
Come on, Mile.
Just go, don't be afraid.
Start walking.
Early in the summer of 1942.
There are already others,
third, fourth, fifth
proletarian brigade.
- You know what's down there?
- No, what?
Igman.
Nicholas! Look, Igman.
THE IGMAN MARCH
Lets go.
Zlatibor, late autumn 1941.
The Užice Republic fell,
the first free oasis, in the
middle of enslaved Europe.
Partisans are retreating from
Serbia to face new battles.
Čajka! Doctor.
- Who?
- I was talking to you. Čajka!
Let's go, Čajka.
- Let him...
- Don't stab him.
- What did I say?
Where are you going? There
is no one left. We are the last.
How not. There is
Kragujevac. Shumadija.
Of course. But we move on.
- Where to?
- To Bosnia?
- We protect the wounded!
I'll stay here.
Bran listen, you can't
do anything in life alone.
Yes, he knows that better than you.
Where to?
Get back in the column!
A deserter!
- Which army is this?
- Colourfully made, they are ours.
Stop!
- Who are they?
- Montenegrins.
- Who's going? - From Kragujevac.
Children.
- Letter, is there anyone
without a moustache?
- Don't knock.
Come on.
- Who are you two?
- Slovenian.
- Handič, how did you manage to escape?
- I did it.
- To me and Adam.
- Hello. Hello.
You are handsome, Šumadinec, but
without a moustache. I'll give you some.
I wouldn't wear that
shit under my nose, man.
Čajka?
- Where is Čajka?
- The Spaniard will explain it to you.
- Is he hurt?
No, he stayed in Serbia.
Spaniard!
Something big is going to happen
here tomorrow. We will assemble
a brigade that will be talked
about throughout the homeland.
- Čajka did not understand this.
- He'll be back.
- He won't.
- He wanted to die on his doorstep.
- He'll be back, I know.
- You are in love, but you see differently.
- I know he will come.
What is? What are you holding on to?
Where did you get so many lice?
Is this yours? We'll burn
that and what you're wearing.
- Where did you find the
drainage pipe in Rude?
- We have everything here.
We're going to put up
a plaque about it here.
To the town of Rud, a warm bath
was built by the Palelunska četa.
Why are you laughing?
Tell me honestly, why did
you run away from home?
I got an A in math. My father
was waiting for me with such a belt.
Then tell me, why didn't you
pick up the medical supplies?
- I saw this very professor
in the assembly this morning.
- Who?
This one from mathematics.
I heard that they ordered
the moustache to be cut.
As far as I know, Comrade
Stalin also wears a moustache.
When you come from cold
to warm, the iron gets wet.
It needs to be wiped
clean, otherwise it rusts.
- Did you wipe it?
- We came here? Right to Bosnia.
Can you give me a cigarette?
Will you ever offer?
On.
Just sitting. I'm checking
to see if you're all here.
Yes we are, all of us
from the first platoon.
The other one is here next to us.
Good. We're up early tomorrow
to check equipment and weapons.
- Are there any problems?
- Tomorrow the first proletarian
is formed into a brigade.
We are in it too.
Comrade Tito will find out review.
- Just make sure we don't laugh.
- Comrade Tito?
Wake the sleeping calf?
No, you don't have to.
The person on duty should wake
everyone up a little earlier
so that we can prepare well.
Brigade! Calm down!
Greetings!
Comrade Commander-in-Chief.
The first proletarian
shock brigade is drawn up.
Comrades proletarians!
- Death to fascism!
- Freedom to the nation!
Vacant on site!
Here we are today, from the best
sons of Serbia and Montenegro,
hardened fighters, formed
the first proletarian brigade.
The fascists are still advancing
towards Moscow and Leningrad.
Here in Yugoslavia, together
with Chetniks and Ustashi
they incite a bloody,
fratricidal war.
They burn our towns and villages.
They are killing innocent children.
Therefore, the 1st proletarian
brigade must be the punching fist of ours
national liberation resistance.
Fear and trembling of the enemy.
It shows our determination that
we don't want to live like before.
Comrades, I especially put
the struggle on your heart
for the brotherhood and
unity of all our nations.
When you walk around our
homeland, where it takes place
fratricidal war, explain
everywhere the great aims of ours
national liberation struggles.
Look, there are battles going on
around us, your comrades are dying.
We will have to leave a lot of
blood and effort on this way.
But the final victory
must be ours!
In the Battle of Gaučič, the brigade
wins for the first time and on the same day
set out on his triumphal march.
Ustashas kill Serbs,
Chetniks slaughter Muslims...
One damn country.
What will you do in Bosnia?
Let him go.
They published in Serbia
and will continue to do so here.
- Ooooohoo! Let the army go.
- Eeeeeee. Which are?
- I don't know.
- Ustashi?
- They didn't!
- Chetniks?
- No. - Are they burning?
-They don't burn.
- Are they fighting?
- They are silent.
Hey! The proletarians go!
Who are you?
- They call me Čajka.
- What are you watching?
- I polish mine.
- Which ones?
- The people of Kraguje.
- There are no more of those now.
Now they are called the 3rd Kraguje
battalion, the first proletarian battalion.
They are there, on the right,
towards Zvezdana planina.
- Why are they breaking up?
- They are spreading the uprising.
There, the commander-in-chief
goes to the left towards Foča Jahorina.
Where are you headed, you
sick person? This is Bosnia, hey!
On, another cap.
Look, they also
brought the Ustasha.
They come from all sides.
Offensive.
- Who are you?
- Čajka.
Area of Romania,
mid-January 1942.
The First Proletarian Brigade is
under the attack of a new offensive.
Columns of Germans and
Ustaše are coming from all sides.
There is a fraction of a second between the
moment of the command: shoot and the shot
and I react in this part.
Like a bird that has
wandered for a long time.
And after a long wandering
she found her way again.
- What is? Are you shivering?
- I come from the valley.
- I caught up with you.
- Go to sleep.
Yours must have
found another one.
- Čajka will catch us.
- It's a dream, Vera.
They didn't.
Trade.
Heavily surrounded, the brigade,
faced with treachery, is in front
to the question: How from the ring?
Where? He is the Supreme Commander
ordered them to go towards Foča.
Which way?
Contact with command
has been cut off.
The brigade is
facing a big test.
The enemy is making a ring
around us. We must go the way that
is the only possible one. Prepare
people for a long march in the cold.
Lubricate your feet with tallow.
Put paper under the socks.
The task is bold and risky.
We will pass by Sarajevo, after
Sarajevo field. That
means silence, no coughing
or speaking.
- And no cigarettes.
Comrade Commander, the
brigade is ready to march.
- Where are you from bro?
- From Bosnia.
- What's your name?
- Mustafa.
- Where are you from?
- From Kragujevac.
Departure!
- Where are you going, Bosnian?
- See you, Šumadinec!
Faster!
- Why did you stop?
- What's shining there?
- Sarajevo. Lets go!
- Are we really going to Sarajevo?
- Silence. Of course we're going.
Sarajevo.
So they left for
the train at nine?
Maybe they are still in Romania.
How nowhere?
They have to be somewhere!
He calls me every half hour!
- Like the Chinese army.
- Which one?
Ours. Nothing can destroy us.
Sarajevo is burning.
I was here last year with Irena.
Look at the mosque! And the church.
Put out your cigarette, scumbag!
Train!
Keep calm! Let no one shoot!
War is the stupidest
thing in the world.
- Calm that mare down!
- Well, give it to you, if you can.
It's too cold to go out today.
Faster!
The tree cracks.
From the cold. Lets go!
The trees are really cracking.
That's what my father already told me,
but I laughed at him.
Now you too will have something
to tell your grandchildren.
This is already a real mania.
The trees are cracking with
the cold, Mr. Commander.
What wouldn't. Here in the city
it is -25, in Polje it is certainly -30.
Only some Serbian
refugees crossed the line.
They went to get salt and flour.
Otherwise, everything is calm here.
I understand.
Gang in Polje! Yes, Husa.
There's a lot of them!
Go to sleep well,
we won't do anything to you.
This is not a gang. This is the
first proletarian shock brigade.
Faster!
There is a Franciscan
monastery under the hill.
Look, Gavrilo Princip.
- Where?
- Over there. He drew his gun.
He's shooting!
Revolt in Sarajevo,
fire in Europe!
Now foreigners think
that devils walk under it.
Where are you staring! Look ahead.
- What is it?
- Not again?
Extinguish the candle.
The devil take them.
- What is this in front of us?
- Igman! Shall we go over?
- If necessary.
- Do you understand now?
- Just asking.
Why did the convoy stop?
What is it, doctor?
What are we waiting for?
A frozen dream.
Give people a
place to stay ASAP!
Gane?
- What are you talking about?
-Where do you think we'll go now?
Anywhere,
let's just go as soon as possible.
Departure!
- Where?
- Go up.
- Up where? Why? We can't wait for morning here.
Shall we go, Montenegrins?
Let's go to Durmitor, falcons!
- Ambush!
- Why us?
- Ambush, quick!
Help the old man.
Smiljan! How did
Njegoš already say?
Oh, you heroic nest, but
bloody you our battlefield,
many battles are still in your memory,
you have saddened many mothers.
Oh, if only the eyes could see that
what is lost is found by Montenegro.
Montenegrins, remember this well!
Whoever starts will be the best;
but whoever betrays him who started
everything turns
to stone for him.
- Let him petrify the seed in the field.
- He should petrify the
children inside his wife.
Let lepers be born from him.
That the nation will
point the finger at them.
Above, under the sky is the soul.
An eagle does not need only one flight.
Djura Jakšič.
Don't be afraid as long
as your sister is with you.
Faster! We will freeze.
Is that you, Šumadinec?
It's me, a Bosnian.
Why are you so cold?
I have a cold.
Hold on, Šumadinec.
Let's go, Mustafa.
Hold on!
Bosnian! Do you know where you are going?
Where are you going!
What a voice.
How does time drag?
- 300 metres as 300 days.
Who am I... lrena.
- Doctor.
- You're hallucinating.
- Maybe.
- Gane!
- Just a little. Let me see
who's on the course.
Get up!
- Sarajevo! It's hot.
- Jovica.
Čiro! Get up!
Spaniard, where are you?
Everyone fell asleep.
Chaps, what's up with you?
Look, little sister!
Faster to catch the convoy.
I can't go on.
You can. You have to.
I have to.
Jovica, get up!
Spaniard! Wait.
Everyone was falling.
Palelunci, don't betray me.
Just a little while, and we'll be there.
- How much more?
- As much as needed.
Just another hour of walking.
Then dinner and sleep.
- Believe me.
- I wouldn't say.
Get up!
The horse can't stand it yet.
The night between the
27th and 28th of January.
The German command in
Sarajevo is completely surprised.
Only a trace of the column remained,
which disappeared on the Igman.
Badge! Wake up you fool!
- What are you talking about!
- I got scared.
Where the hell next?
- Where is the headquarters?
- You are your own headquarters.
- Where is the headquarters?
- Don't brag, I'm sleeping.
Look, the stars.
They're teasing me. I hate them.
Troop, behind me!
- A break.
- Who said break?
Ulcer. Let's snooze for a minute
until they come to an agreement.
Jovica, Čiro, go back!
Everyone back!
- Village!
- What kind of village? Can't you
see that everything is falling apart?
See that the windows are lit.
- Where... is it burning?
- What's shining? Where does it shine?
- We're all going to die.
- What are we waiting
for? Let's go inside.
Back!
Proletarians!
Communists!
Battalion commanders, forward!
Faith, Gane, Zare! Behind me!
Above, under the sky is the soul.
I caught up with you. Behind me.
- Are you going or not?
- Just go, I'll come after you.
I know I have to, but I can't.
You must, Gane.
- If only Čajka was here.
- I am.
I know you are, even if you're not.
- Come on, let's take a nap.
- I can't, I'm in a hurry.
- I have to catch up. Say hello to Zaret.
- I will. Swim forward.
Gane, stand up.
I thought you were Čiro.
You understand, we dream.
It's only a few more
steps to the top of the hill.
Zare, Čajka greets you.
Gane, come to your senses.
Get up, Zare!
The whole company fell.
Come on! If we overcome this obstacle,
the winter mansion will be ours.
Come on!
Let's sing, comrades!
Look, Čiro. How
plums bloom in orchards.
- Don't stand still.
- What is your doctor, I sing.
- Just sing, just don't stand.
- Am I dreaming?
- You're not dreaming, just sing.
I see the house. Look, over there.
- I hear a cock.
- I too.
- I don't.
- Village!
- I'm coming, mum!
The village dog.
- I hear a dog.
- There is no dog, wake up!
- Silence!
Damn cold!
That's it!
- This is what we dreamed of.
- Look, Čajka! Through
water, through hell...
- Čajka!
- What kind of mansion am I in, Irena?
I just wanted to
drinking tea in a white
cup with three blue cherries.
Commissioner, order the song!
Our only mother,
the working community!
Show the way to those
who do not know it.
They're going. They dream, but they go.
- Get up. Will you be able to?
- I will. I'm strong enough.
I have to. I have to bring
everyone back to Kragujevac alive.
It smells like bread!
After hot wheat bread!
Give yourself. He has to wake up.
Spaniard.
Behold, red chariots
fly across the sky.
The hike lasted 19 hours. On the
same day, the brigade left for new ones
positions, and 160 too
cold farmers drive to Foča,
the centre of the
new free territory.
- You will be one smoke.
- Come on.
Sit down, we're going for a ride.
- What the hell is wrong with him.
- Don't knock.
- What did I say?
Write.
The first proletarian brigade.
Position on Kalinovik.
I express our recognition
1. proletarian
to the National Liberation
Strike Brigade, which is in time
the German-Ustasha offensive
in Bosnia made a great move
and thus prevented
the German plans.
Those fighters of this brigade
especially deserve praise...
who suffered a lot and
showed a lot in the process
of self-denial and courage.
To the Supreme Staff, Commander...
- Does it hurt?
- No.
- Here? - No.
I don't feel a single one.
They are no longer mine.
- Hello heroes of the Igman campaign!
- Hello!
- Čiro, where is the battalion?
- In position at Kalinovik.
They welcome you from all fronts.
- Hello, Montenegrin!
- Hello.
I brought you something.
- Hi, Badzo.
- Hi, Čiro.
- Where did you get that?
Do you give one?
Ladies.
Are you...
Here we have 40 of the worst cases.
You said we'd be able to
stand in three days!
-Everything will be okay.
How OK?
Miljan, they took
our weapons. Why?
Aren't we fighters any more?
I would switch with you in
a heartbeat. To rest a little.
You're lying.
But we do not
agree to lies and pity.
We have to face the truth.
We are a little crippled with frostbite,
but we will get back on our feet.
- Can I come in?
- You can.
- Tell.
- Gangrene, my friend.
Crazy! Lots of fingers.
- What do you suggest?
- They will have to be cut off.
Do what you have to do.
I'm a gynaecologist,
I can't do this alone.
There is no surgeon.
- Teapot, comrade.
- Let him call later.
I ordered Doctor Španec
to come, but to Žabljak
has 200 wounded.
- Courier from Herzegovina, comrade.
- Let him in.
Get in.
Sit there, I'll be right there.
I don't know that. I have nothing to do.
Save these people, Relja.
Each of them is precious.
I understand.
We arranged a ceremony for them, the
likes of which Sinjajevina had never seen
and Bjelasica from
Turkish attacks.
As soon as we heard about the murder...
Peacefully.
- How you have to chew all the time.
- But if I'm nervous.
- Is there a corso in Foča?
- I don't know?
I was constantly on the course in
Kragujevac. But you are nowhere.
Where did they always
disappear from the basket?
Stop it!
- What the hell is wrong with him?
- Don't knock.
Get in.
It is hard.
Hold on.
Love, Faith.
Look at Bert and me.
We didn't go through anything.
Moscow, prisons, internment
in Serbia, uprising...
Igman.
Faith! Be by his side.
Is everything ready?
These two are sick.
What is it, you can't
stand manure and stench?
Shame!
- Who is first.
- Spaniard.
Bring it.
What are you waiting for?
- Spaniard, turn your head.
- I am Palelunec, Relja.
Stanislav's mother!
Nothing.
Like cutting your nails. It doesn't hurt.
- Who's coming with me?
- I. I won't leave you alone any more.
What kind of eyes do you have, Mirsada?
- Which of you will be first.
- I!
Don't fantasise.
Look down!
Look at the reality.
What do you see?
I see...
I also see what you don't.
Fire!
Let there be a song of horrors.
Nah, cornbread.
Here's a cigarette.
- Thank you.
- Take some more.
- Does anyone like peas?
- I.
- On, Foca tobacco.
- Thank you.
- Tetanus is coming, my friend.
- I sent a telegram to Moscow
and courier to Sarajevo. It will
be too late if the vaccine comes
in a day or two?
-I don't know. Nobody knows that.
- Rejla, is it true?
- It's not right, Bert.
- Ančka?
- Not good.
- I'll come.
Here is the continuation of
the telegram from Moscow.
Why was it necessary to
establish a proletarian brigade?
Why?
- Ančka is not well.
- Please? Ančka? Go.
But why?
There, across the Drina, it joins the
Montenegrin-Kragujevska line battalion.
- Mine?
- And mine.
- Tell us.
- Comrade Tito is handing over the flag.
- Do you see Per too?
- He takes the flag and kisses it.
- Tell me, Vera.
- They are ours too!
- Tell us next.
Our commander kisses the flag.
- Wake up...
- Silence! We are listening.
- Titija, Jova Keza are coming.
- Don't lie! How can you see from here?
- Really! They march and sing.
The flag is flying.
They are going on the train.
- What is it?
- Tetanus.
Wait, Leo. Come on.
Good evening.
- Is there anything written on the water?
- If you can read.
It can seem to you that life is
flowing, but it can also stand still.
- He can't do both.
- Not really.
Gane!
Do you remember when
I came to Kragujevac?
You taught me how to play football.
Dream on...
Damn, Gane.
A gentle friend. We are coming
to Kragujevac on white horses.
Tetanus. We are completely helpless.
Comrade Tito, what is
the situation? Tell us.
Heavy, comrades.
We continue to
fight on two fronts.
Against the fascist occupier
and his minions, the Chetniks
and the Ustashas, who commit
mass crimes against innocent people.
We must stop this fratricidal
war as soon as possible.
Did you hear about the victory
of the Red Army before Moscow?
This is the first defeat of the
fascists since the beginning of the war.
There will be more.
This is just the beginning.
Our allies, the USSR,
Great Britain, America, will
destroyed. Our task in this,
however, is increasing. Soon
the whole world realised that
here, in Yugoslavia, only partisans
we fight against the occupier.
Comrade Stalin said to write
a proclamation to everyone
enslaved nations in Europe.
He only told us that.
Write it, Comrade Tito.
We will write everything.
- From Sarajevo.
- Vaccine? Give it to them immediately.
Give it to Ganet quickly.
- It's too late.
- It's not.
Give it to him.
Where did you go, Šumadinec?
Spring of 1942.
Foča has been free for 110 days.
From here, the Supreme Headquarters
commands the battles that flare up
throughout Yugoslavia.
- What do you have?
- To the bone.
- What? - To the bone.
- I've never heard of that.
- It's nothing like that. Bones snapped
and break easily. But
the real surgeon also came.
A famous surgeon from Spain.
Hello, comrades.
Companion!
Doctor! Have you experienced
something like this in Spain?
No, but something like that.
Today and these days you
have the opportunity to many v
you surpass in many ways.
And you can do it.
Do you have funds for
narcosis, ether, local anaesthesia?
We have. Strong brandy.
We will endure.
Brandy.
Will you be brandy?
Believe in me,
because I believe in you.
No, they will not penetrate.
- Shall we begin, Mile?
- Well, market.
Brandy, Spaniard!
Just one more.
- Long live the Communist
Party of Yugoslavia!
- Cheers!
Come on, moan, man.
Hold on!
- What happened?
- That hurts, damn it.
Let's take a break.
Turn it on. Will you be brandy?
- This is already the fifth.
- Now you've already started counting them.
Cut him to give me peace.
- Doctor, you only cuddle him, not me.
- Let's go.
- Can I start?
- Yes, growl.
Hey, slackers! How long
do you plan to stay here?
- Arise, simulants!
- Hello.
- Come in, what are you ashamed of?
These are my Paleluns,
the famous Igmans.
These are young people from Foča.
They completed our company.
Only until you recover.
Until you walk.
You're in my company now,
so we won't be separated.
Departure!
- Hello comrades!
- Hello!
Go, Vera.
I'll catch up with you. Again.
Come on, Mile.
Just go, don't be afraid.
Start walking.
Early in the summer of 1942.
There are already others,
third, fourth, fifth
proletarian brigade.
- You know what's down there?
- No, what?
Igman.
Nicholas! Look, Igman.