100 Minutes (2021) - full transcript

Ministry of Culture of
the Russian Federation

Film company VERA and
TV channel ROSSIA TV

PRESENT

IVEN DENISOVICH

The camp was in the middle of
a large field surrounded by forest.

Night covered everything
and transformed the barracks

and the service buildings with
their strings of electric lights

into a festive nightly
surprise for the uninitiated.

For example, for the
passengers of planes flying

to Leningrad or Helsinki
on the northern route.

But that's not our goal.
We have another way.



This is the commander
of an anti-tank gun,

Sergeant Ivan
Denisovich Schukhov.

Before being called up, he
worked as a mechanic and chauffeur

at a tractor station.
He has a family:

his beloved wife
Natalya, a zoo technician

at the same MTS, and two
daughters - four-year-old Katja

and the older Lisa, who
turned seven on June 22, '41.

The next day, Schukhov
was drafted into the army.

He was trained as an artilleryman
for a month and a half and

Sent to the front in mid-August.

He shot down two tanks,
was wounded, received a

medal for bravery and
the rank of staff sergeant.

-And, you take the gun?
-I take her.

sign.



ZIS-3 gun accepted.

Signed... Sergeant Schukhov.

Ivan Denisovich.

The gun is new, from the factory.

Is there any preparation
required before the first shot?

-Naturally! Absolutely!
-In fact?

-Load weapon.
-That's it?

No, not yet.
You also have to aim!

Understood, father.

We do our best.

Go Go!

Ivan Denisovich Schukhov.

-To the front line?
-Yes indeed.

Straight to the artillery battalion.
You're waiting.

-You'll have to wait even longer.
- That's not possible, Comrade Major.

We still have to get ammo.
A third is waiting for us.

-Who?
-gun loader Stepan Matafonov

-keeps the place in line.
-Very good.

You get the ammunition
- that's on the way,

on the Wolokolämsker Chaussee
at the exit. First time in Moscow?

-I've been there.
-Even in Red Square?

Naturally. With my wife on May Day.

Very good. Make your way there.

Order of General Artemyev,
Moscow Military District.

-Why, Comrade Major?
-Because of the parade.

-Today is a holiday.
-Which one?

November seventh. Anniversary
of the October Revolution. Forget?

That is correct. I
haven't slept in two nights.

There are three trucks
with guns behind the gate.

Follow them. You are number four.

-The patrol will guide you.
-Carry out!

Yes indeed!

-We're going to Red Square!
-How so?

To the military parade.

An order from the Commander
of the Moscow Military District,

General Artemyev!

Unbelievable!

♪ Rise thou mighty motherland! 3

♪ Rise for a
fight to the death S

♪ To crush the evil
fascist hordes. ♪

♪ Let the noble wrath
boil over like a wave! +

♪ Let the noble wrath
boil over like a wave! +

♪ This is a people's war!
A holy war! 3

♪ Let the noble wrath
boil over like a wave! +

♪ This is a people's war!
A holy war! 3

No matter how hard
Schukhov tried to find out who

was who among the figures
standing on the mausoleum,

he could only make out Marshal
Budjony and Comrade Stalin.

This worried Schukhov

and sharpened his sense of responsibility
for the task entrusted to him.

In the back seat of his truck
sat twelve artillery cadets,

whom he had to drop off
here at Wassiljewski Spüsk,

to then proceed to
the front of his battery.

-We are there!
-To the car!

You to the right, we to the left.
All the best, Comrade Oberfeldwebel!

You also!

Do you know where to go?

-Yes indeed!
-Then all the best!

Right way! March, one, two!

Come on, Wässja, let's drive!

Unbelievable.

I saw Budyonny!

He stood in the
stands like he was alive.

He's alive.

And who was this man standing
next to him with a mustache?

He seemed so familiar.
Who was that?

Comrade Stalin.

Yes, exactly.

How could I not recognize him?

That should bring him luck.

The Germans!

They want to attack us from behind!

Get off the street!

-What shall we do now?
-Shoot.

Prepare for battle!

-Ready.
-Come on!

Go faster!

And load!

Finished! First the tank!

First the car so the
infantry wouldn't scatter.

The tank can't see us.

Fire!

hit!

Yes!

Ammunition!

Load!

Loaded!

Fire!

hit.

Let's get out of here.

We will wait.

The Germans will come back soon.

Our position is very good.
You can't see us.

There are no tracks in the snow in front of us.

Agreed.

well

If we'd gotten out of the woods a
little sooner, we'd be dead by now.

But we are not.

That is it. Because He led us.

I don't understand how the
Fritzen got through the woods.

There must be a path.

Aha, that's how long the
bastards squeezed through.

That's how it will be.

Let's get ready.

Get out ten to fifteen grenades.

Better twenty.

Agreed. And take the truck away.

Carry out!

Ivan, a messenger has come.

-Hi guys! What an action!
-Hi.

Moment.

The shaft? Here is the carriage.
how do you hear me End!

Please. Major Stupin on the line.

I'm listening, comrade Major.

Yes indeed! The mission is accomplished!

The cannon is great! She's spot on!

We received all
of the ammunition.

As?

Have you seen everything?

Thank you, Comrade Major.
I'll tell them.

I see it. The tanks are coming.

On to the fight! Load weapon!

-Hide and tie the horse!
-Come on, come on!

Fire!

hit!

Loaded!

To the third tank!

Fire!

hit!

Ready!

Fire!

Load weapon!

He is breathing.

So?

-Stand up!
- Come help him.

Schukhov, Ivan Denisovich

-Pull it over.
-Come. He is still alive.

Take him to headquarters
for questioning.

And the second?

-Is he alive?
-Experienced.

Him aswell.

Other direction. Other direction.

And off.

From the German interrogation report:

"First Sergeant Schukhov and
his assistant Sergeant Nikitin

flatly refused to
cooperate with us.

They are to be used
as consumables.

prisoners of war!

They were sentenced
to death by firing squad.

But there is a chance of

survival for the brave and bold.

I hope my Russian
is not that bad.

I am the son of Ekaterina
Vasilyevna Andreyeva,

born in Moscow.

And I think you understand me well.

So gentlemen.

Ahead is a mined road
marked with a red flag.

It leads east, towards Moscow.

The mines must be removed.

To do this, I order
you to form rows of five

set up at a distance
of three meters.

On the command "Forward March"

start moving calmly,
without hurrying.

Those lucky enough
to make it to the clearing

gets a warm meal.

Please look to the right.

There you see a table
and a field kitchen.

The scent speaks for itself.

For the first course - soup
with dumplings in meat broth,

for the second course - tender
Wiener schnitzel with fried potatoes;

and for dessert - hot
aromatic tea with sugar

and a bun. Delicious, isn't it?

Besides that...

we promise the
survivors jobs in Germany.

In a factory or on a farm -

as desired, according
to your qualifications.

Those who don't want
that are welcome to return.

The road in the
clearing is not mined.

But I warn you

that you will be mistaken
for German spies,

because you returned
from German captivity.

And one more thing.

If one of you stops
or turns around,

he will be shot immediately.

I wish you good luck.

-Continue.
-Yes indeed! At your command!

Danger!

Heed my command!

First row!

at walking pace,

Forward march!

Forward! Do not stop!

Go ahead!

Ivan, it's me right behind you.

Well, the two are still alive.

let her go I don't envy her.

Half a day later they reached their
people from the neighboring battalion.

The artillerymen fed them

handed them tea and tobacco and

called Major
Stupin. It turned out,

that the major had already been in the
hospital for three days because he was injured.

Then they came to fetch them.

Who is Schukhov here?

Here.

-Who is Nikitin?
-Here.

-Follow me outside.
-What happened?

We have a couple of questions.

Departure!

you, Nikitin,

did you follow Schukhov
on a mined road?

Yes indeed.

-And so you escaped?
-Right.

And you, Schukhov, led your daughter?

That is correct. The eldest, Lisa.

-How old is she?
-Seven and a half.

-And how did she get there?
-She appeared to me.

It exploded next
to me, I passed out.

When I came to, I heard
nothing, but I saw Lisa,

who stood there and gave me
her hand and called me to her.

I kind of got up,
walked over to her.

And she took my
hand and led me away.

And me after him.

Do you really expect
me to believe that shit?

That's not shit, Comrade
Major, it really was like that.

-Is that true?
-Naturally.

-And where is the daughter?
-I do not know.

So, you artillery heroes,
we checked the facts.

You actually hit five enemy
tanks and one vehicle with infantry.

Major Stüpin even gave you
awards for it. Posthumously.

And you were alive and well
in captivity with the Germans.

And that's when you were recruited

invented a cover story and

sent you to your
people as spies.

Is something like that possible?

Absolutely.

I wish I could help.

But your explanations are
worthless and intended for simpletons.

And that's why we won't risk
sending you back to your battery.

Skworzow!

Get those heroes out of my sight.

Where to, Comrade Major?

Yes, where do you want to go? To the sanatorium!

To Sochi. For ten years.

-Together?
-Cut.

It doesn't work together.
Together they are a team.

Where is the second going?

To the resort in Gägra! For ten years.

Anyway... the court decides.

I obey. Follow me!

Schukhov!

Take it.

Thank you.

A lot has changed in the
world in the last ten years.

The hard war with Hitler and the
war with Japan ended in victory.

Kurchatov and his associates
built the Soviet atomic bomb,

which was stronger
than the American bomb

dropped on Hiroshima.

The country was reborn.

And here in the camp,
life seemed frozen.

Four years ago, Schüchow received
a postcard from his home village.

On the postcard it
was stated that his

wife Natalia Petrovna
Schukhov on May Day

died of the measles
contracted from her daughters.

The girls have recovered.

They were taken to the
city, to an orphanage.

The address was sent, thank God.

Correspondence was
established - two letters a year,

as was usual in the camp.

In the first two
years, the daughters

wrote more often,
especially the eldest.

But for two years not a
single letter has come.

Neither from the youngest
nor from the older ones.

And this filled Ivan
Denisovich with great concern.

Save and keep her, O Lord.

Look, Ivan Denisovich.

Your soul is asking to pray to God.

Why don't you just let her?

Therefore, Alyosha!
These prayers are like petitions.

Either no response or
"the complaint is rejected".

That's why, Ivan Denisovich,

that you have prayed too little,
too badly and without diligence.

That is why your prayers
have not come true.

Prayer must be constant.

If you have faith and say to the mountain:

"Go there," he will go.

Stop it, Alyosha!

I've never seen a mountain go.

Admittedly, I've never
seen mountains in my life.

You prayed in the Caucasus
with your whole Baptist club.

-Did a mountain move?
- We never asked God for that.

Of all earthly things
He has commanded us

just praying for our daily bread.

"Our daily bread Give us today."

So our ration?

Ivan Denisovich.

You shouldn't pray

that a package is coming

or an extra portion of porridge.

For what is high among men
is an abomination before God.

We should pray for spiritual things.

May the Lord remove
evil from our hearts.

Pray or not, they won't
shorten the sentence.

You'll be lucky if
they don't extend it.

You don't have to pray for that either.
Why the freedom?

Your last faith will
be choked by thorns.

Be glad you're in prison.

Here you have time
to reflect on your soul.

The apostle Paul who said:

"What are you doing, crying
and breaking my heart?

I don't wanna be just a prisoner

I am ready to die in the
name of the Lord Jesus."

Aljöscha, do you actually have children?

You know that.

I am not married
and have no children.

But neither did the apostle Paul.

But I have some, thank God.

My soul is my children,
Lisa and Katjüsha.

Both grow up in an orphanage
without parental supervision.

And there are boys
and men on the street.

You can hurt her,
ruin her whole life.

I think...

now all the time to my girls

every minute, every moment.

You need me there and not here!

Forgive me.

I may be wrong.

God bless your girls.

And she too.

LONG LIVE OUR GREAT
SOCIALIST HOMELAND USSR!

854. Three nights in solitary
confinement, not off work.

-What have I done, sir?
-Why didn't you get up?

-Well, I...
-We're going to see the commander.

Hurry, make it faster!

Forward.

Schukhov, you must obey.

-You only have a week to serve.
-Ten days.

Even! I hear your wife died

the children are in the orphanage.
You haven't written for a long time.

Very long.
What about you? Tell me.

Take and hide it

-What is that?
-Read it yourself.

My wife also died.

And I'm raising two daughters. Follow me.

Take a bucket and mop the floor.

- Thank you, Comrade Overseer.
-Carry out!

I will never oversleep again!

HOSPITAL

Thank you, Leonid Lvovich.

well I said don't
jump off the roof

-and you did it. Why?
-For a bet.

A bet? Now you have to
wear a cast for two weeks.

What the hell is that?!

Why are you pouring
so much water, you fool?

-Who does that?
- Comrade Overseer, there's no other way.

-The dirt runs deep.
-Have you never seen

how your wife mopped
the floor? You pig!

I was separated
from my wife in '41.

I don't know what
she was like anymore.

That's what they call "wiping the floor"!

The pigs cannot and do
not want to do anything right.

Why should you wipe every day?
That only creates moisture!

-Hey you, number 854!
-Yes?

So be careful, scrub really
lightly to make it shine.

And get out of here.

DURABLE WORK IS THE
SHORTEST WAY HOME

-Holy shit.
-Who's walking like that, folks?

Watch where you step! your fighter.

Not bad.

That's how you do it, you
greenhorns. Follow me!

"Hi Papa.

I'm sorry I haven't
written in a long time.

I thought Katjüschka would write.

She's totally clumsy.

But she is good at school and
sings very beautifully, like our mother.

The boys follow her every step.

Sometimes I even think that's exaggerated.

I told her that.
But she just laughs back.

And I let myself be infected
and laugh too. That's how we live.

I'm fine too, dad.

I am an adult I am
seventeen years old.

In the evenings I study, I'm in
my last year at construction school.

And during the day I work as a plasterer.

i make good money

Congratulations, dear dad,

you will soon be a grandfather.

I'm expecting a child.

I'm so happy!

I will definitely have a boy.

I'm sure of that, because
Yegor, the man I love,

only has boys.

He has three of them:

two are already employed
and the third is in fifth grade.

And yet Yegor loves only me.

And I only love him.

He's our foreman.

He is a reliable
man and a funny one.

He is so cute.

We will name our
son Ivan after you.

His name will be Ivan
Yegorovich Nalivaykin

or Naliwajkin-Schukhov.

It will be a kind
of bond between

our two working class families.

I have more good news.

Imagine if I was given a room!

An eight square meter room

with a window and a separate
entrance in the dormitory.

Me and Yegor plastered it so beautifully!
If only you could see it!

That's all my news.

I kiss you, dear papa.

Yegor sends his greetings.

Your eldest daughter, Lisa.

Your food has gotten cold.

I thought you were in the punishment cell

wanted to eat it, but
you're here, thank god.

Sorry.

No, I'm sorry.

"A delegation of members of the

resistance movement
against fascism..."

-My ration.
-Not in the punishment cell? Are you still alive?

I'm still alive.

"Sports. Leningrad.

Dynamo Moscow footballers
met today at Kirov Stadium

and local team Zenit.

The game ended with
a score of one to one.

Helsinki!

A friendly match between
the national teams of

the USSR and Finland
took place today in Helsinki.

The meeting was
won by the Soviet

athletes with a score
of 123 to 56. Hooray!

Soccer?

-Basketball!
-When was that?

Today? Or?

Yes today. On June 23rd.

It was studied for six months

whether the newspaper "The
Truth" actually tells the truth!

"It is reported...

On June 25, a Soviet
delegation traveled

consisting of Gündorov, Pissarov,
Kuharenko and Chekalenko,

to take part in a joint congress

of former political prisoners

and participants in the
fascist resistance movement.

The People's Army
continued in close cooperation

with Chinese volunteers
fighting the troops

of the American-British invaders
and the Li Sa Le Mans troops..."

-Zesar Markovich!
-Yes.

-Where does the conflict happen?
-I beg your pardon?

The conflict, where did it take place?

The conflict took place in Korea.

This war, the
newspaper concludes,

can only end in victory
for the Korean people.

Lord, give me the strength
to endure these insults.

Help me pray and
bless those who hate us.

With the confidence and hope

that I shall not be
ashamed in any way.

But with all boldness shall
Christ be glorified in my body,

be it in life or in
death, now and forever.

Lord, thank you for
becoming my life.

I'm going through this
with full confidence in you.

I believe with hope

that I can do anything
strengthened by Jesus Christ.

Thank you for your sacrifice on the cross,

through which you opened
the way to eternal life for us.

I thank you for my imprisonment.

Help me to stay
true to you to the end.

Only you know my way, Lord.

I'm in your hands

You called, comrade colonel?

yes major Here is
your intern from Moscow.

Honorary graduate of combat
and theory training Sergeant Ivanov.

He would like to stay with us permanently
after completing his internship.

Roger that.
Do you have a wife, children?

-Negative.
-Parents?

Yes. Father and mother.

employed?

That's right. You are on duty.

Well, Sergeant,
this is a small facility.

The quota is difficult -
political, not criminals.

-He knows, Major.
-Well then, Sergeant,

go ahead and see for yourself.

-And then we'll talk.
-Yes indeed. permission to go?

allowed.

This is General Ivanov's son.

For real? By Sergei Pavlovich?

What is he doing here?

Couldn't he find a better place?

An ambitious young man,
that's why he comes to us.

He wants to upgrade the industry.

-You're joking.
-Not at all.

The mother is crying, the
father has given up on him.

That's why he wants to turn our
camp into the Garden of Eden.

In time, Major.

All in good time.

Have a chat with him.

He's an interesting young man.

Alright.

Stand up, Brigade 104.

We go.

The political briefing is over.

Thanks.

Come on, move! Don't dawdle!
You're falling asleep again!

Here, plug this in.

-23?
-23.

-And who is missing?
- Panteleyev is ill.

-What does he say?
- Hello, Nikolai Ivanovich.

Hello, greetings, Ivan Denisovich.

Good morning

I hope the day will be good too.

Come to my workshop
tonight after dinner.

I have something for you.

I'm not going to
the village today, I'll

spend the night here.
I have urgent work.

Thank you, Nikolai Ivanovich.
I will definitely come.

There you go, now the
boss will be satisfied.

Zesar Märkowitsch, let me go.

Please, Ivan Denisovich.

My Lisa is probably in trouble.

What happened?

She writes that she is
expecting a child from her lover,

that he loves her very
much, that he has three sons.

Two are grown...

and one is ten, still a schoolboy.
Not a word about marriage.

And they can't even
get married officially -

she just turned seventeen
three months ago.

And he's probably forty,
I think, maybe older.

Widowed or divorced.

Or maybe he has a
wife or he's a swindler!

Ivan Denisovich, come on.

It's only ten days.

Then you're out there
helping your daughter.

I will help her

if i ever make it out of here

What if they extend my sentence?

-No...
-That would be worse than death.

They don't. They work
for two, behave prudently,

as is appropriate in your position.

Of course I do my best.

And yet I know how
difficult it is for her alone.

Open your shirts!

Get ready for the inspection!

They take our undershirts!

That's it for the good morning.

Be glad these pigs
don't take our pants.

Let's go boys! Let's go.

What is this gathering?

-Listen...
-Resign, scumbag!

Why are you undressing us?

Because you have maybe
three kilos of groceries with you,

to flee.

You have no right to
undress people in the cold.

Don't you know the ninth
article of the Criminal Code?

We...

know him very well.
But you, my brother...

don't get it yet.

They are not Soviet people.

Ten days of solitary confinement.

take care tonight

Search!

Allowed are: two tops.

shirt and a singlet.
Take off the rest!

If you wear more, take it
off right here in the cold!

Note who wears more.

In the evening they have to hand it in at the warehouse.

And give an explanation
as to why they wore it.

That's it.

next row!

Go Go go!

Get undressed faster!
Don't keep the others waiting!

When the cold creeps under
your shirt, you can't get rid of it.

The next five!

Attention prisoners!

When running you
have to stay in formation,

always keep the same pace,

not to leave your
own row of five!

Open the gate!

Danger! stood still!

Danger! Forward march!

Take bigger steps,
you lazy scumbags!

Do not speak!

Don't look around!

arms behind your back!

A step to the right or to
the left counts as an escape.

The convoy opened
fire without warning!

Go Go go!

Run faster, you pricks!

The first five forward!

Next five forward!

Pawloö, lead the brigade to the scene,

waste no time. Melt the
furnace, prepare the mortar.

mason! Let's see
what we're doing today.

Comes. Comes.

They arrived at the construction site,

a big and old factory
covered with scaffolding,

WHERE completely inconspicuous,
without pathos, the big conversion, the

transformation of the old into the
progressive new company through work

started by convicts.

In less than seven years it will

what was created here, amaze
the world with flights into space.

It must be twelve.

The sun is at its highest.

If so, Ivan Denisovich,

then it is not twelve, but one.

Why that?

All grandfathers know that
the sun is at its highest at noon.

That used to be the case.
But since there was a decree

the sun is at its highest at one o'clock.

-By whose order?
-Soviet authorities.

Does even the sun have
to obey her commands?

Do you know why
Oskar Luts hasn't

written a comedy
about winter yet?

Why?

Because he's never had
to work like this in winter!

Let's sit by the fire for a bit.

You, Senka, will
work after lunch.

-What?
-You work after lunch.

Aha.

The dirty stuff is full of germs.

You will still get syphilis.
Leave it!

Wait 'til you've
spent five years here

maybe you can start with that too.

Well, people, Schukhov,

he's practically already
at home with one foot.

Just with one.

Schukhov has served his time.

Slowly on the home stretch, Ivan?

Not so hasty.
A lot can still happen.

-Oh, come on, Ivan.
-Imagine!

On your own two feet to freedom!

Don't count down your years in prison.

Whether you serve your
25 or not is still in the stars.

But I've served my ten years.

Here, crawling in the dirt,
there is no time to think

how to get here
and how to get out.

You, Ivan, had it
easier for five years.

You were in regular camps.

No, folks, it's
definitely quieter here.

Should it be quieter?

Here some people have
their throats cut at night.

Is that what you call quiet?

They're not people, they're spies.

You're an idiot.

Here it is important
that you work

and then you go to sleep.
And the ration

is a hundred grams larger here.

No, buddy, it's
good to live here.

The camp is "special".
So what? What's up?

Are you bothered by the numbers, or what?
They don't mean anything!

Fetyukov, where are you going?

Fetyukov?!

Semyon Borisovich Fetyukov...

used to be an important man.

He drove a private car.

He had three children
and a beautiful wife.

After the conviction, everyone gave up on him.

So he couldn't expect
help from anyone.

His wife remarried.

He missed his children very much.

His wife, the bitch,
actually wrote to him:

"Forget them, your
children are not yours.

You don't need to miss her.

Live for yourself and in peace".

Now he found his peace.

From dust we are born...

...TO dust we return.

-Göptschik, how much do you have?
-Ten years.

-And how old are you?
-Not quite seventeen.

-Why are you here?
-I said something.

-What did you say?
-I said in history class,

that the government
should also love its people.

Why "also"?

Do you think people
love government?

-Of course they do.
-You too?

No not more. What for?

-Did you love her before?
-Of course I have.

-Are your parents still alive?
-The father was killed in the war.

My mum...

Mom died of grief

when she found
out I was sentenced.

Then you are an orphan.

an orphan.

It is getting warmer.

It's not colder than minus 18 degrees.

Good for masonry.

Now listen. Can you lend
me some tobacco until tonight?

-Will he keep his word?
-Who then?

Ivan?
Ivan always pays his debts.

The Brigadier got
praise for our work today.

The next five days...

we get the full ration.

Many Thanks.

-A nice guy.
-Yes, that is him.

Guys, so that the mortar does
not freeze, we line up in pairs.

Schukhov, you go with Kljowshin,

and I'll stick with Kildigs.

Ivan Denisovich,
step up your laying!

And you make sure
you tighten the line faster!

-Give me the mortar!
-Yes, bring the mortar!

-The mortar will come soon!
-The mortar is coming!

And for me too!

So, shall we step on the gas?

Let's cut them out.

thyrin!

What?

That tar paper, where does it come from?

You won't get away with solitary
confinement. Your sentence will be extended.

Your time to make life
difficult for us is over.

Say another word about it, you bloodsucker,

you experience your
last day Remember that!

Come on. Calm down folks.

What should I tell the construction manager?

That she was already
there when we got here.

And get the elevator fixed!

We're not donkeys
lugging bricks up here!

- That's what you get paid for!
- I should take a wheelbarrow!

Try rolling up one
of these ramps!

That should be paid extra!

I do not mind! But the
accounting would not allow that!

The accounting. My whole brigade
works to serve four bricklayers.

How much will I earn there?

Muscovite, engineer.

Worked in the ministry.

-Are you an engineer?
-Bio faculty, not finished.

In the fourth year I was sentenced.

twenty-five years.

They say you took the
blame for your brother.

Exactly.

He has four children
and only one kidney left.

This isn't a health resort,
he wouldn't last a year here.

Well, I'm fine, so for now...

Working hey! Keep going!

Why should a convict slave
away in a camp for ten years?

He could loaf around all day

and the night would be his.
But that's not possible.

That's why the brigade was invented.

Not the kind of brigade
Ivan Ivanovich was in

his own wages and Pjotr
​​Petrovich his own wages.

In the camp, the brigade is a
structure where the inmates have

to be pushed around, not by
the bosses, but by the inmates.

Exactly after Lenin: "Not
directly dependent on enthusiasm,

but with the help of
enthusiasm for economic

calculation you should
toil." And they toiled.

Either everyone gets a
bonus or you will all die.

You don't work, you bastard,
and I'll sit hungry because of you!

No, work, you bastard.
One for all, all for one.

What a prototype for
the brigades of the future

later dubbed the "brigades of

communist labor" by
state propagandists,

as an example of the highest consciousness
and organization of the collective.

Captain, bring the mortar!

Aljoschka, make it faster.
Can't you see they're waiting?

Faster you say?
Then I'll go faster.

-As you wish.
-Aljoschka, I need more bricks!

-Come!
- All right, Ivan Denisovich.

-Where to put it?
-Hand me the bucket!

There! Oh, what a devil of speed!

17 rows almost done!

The 22nd Brigade is
already surrendering its tools!

Take care of your things!

Screw in the lightbulb
and wear the grout.

We have to move on now!

If we don't work the mortar today,
it will be as hard as stone tomorrow!

You won't even get him out
of the trough with a pickaxe!

Come on guys!

Brigadier!
Here's the last batch of mortar.

-Do you need him?
-No more, we don't have time.

Carry it in the corner and pour it out.

But throw something on it
so you don't see anything.

Pavlo!

Take Göptschik with you,
collect the tools and turn them in.

I'll send you four
ladles with Kildigs.

We're just finishing this.

The brigadier's chest is made of steel,

the head is clear, the
conscience is clear.

That's him, the scion
of a hard-working kulak

family, who in the 1930s
was generous with fate

scattered across the harsh landscapes
of the Northern Urals and Siberia.

Not a bad job for half a
day without an elevator,

-without anything!
-People,

give the wall trowels to the goepschik!

Mine isn't on the list, you don't
have to hand it in. I'll finish this!

Schukhov, my dear,
they shouldn't set you free.

What are we supposed to do without you?

Let's go!

To hell with the mortar.
Throw him over the wall!

Just go, you are needed
more urgently there.

Hurry up!

What a pity that the
working day is so short!

When things are going
well, it's already over.

I'm done. Come on.

run! I come!

Just one more row.

Schukhov, hurry up!

Yes, I'm coming!

-Oh thank you.
-Hurry up!

Schukhov! More quickly!

-Hello, mother.
-Hello.

Do you live here?

I don't live here,
but I come here.

Did you hand me the trowel?

I must have dropped
it while sneezing.

Yes.

But how?

it's so high At
least eight meters.

Only God knows that.

Thank you mother for your help.

how warm your hands are

Doesn't it get cold in
winter without mittens?

It will not.

Look...

Schukhov!

-I'll start walking then?
-Run, run.

You've been called for a long time.

Schukhov!

May god bless you.

And Schukhov ran as fast as
he could without looking back.

Suddenly he felt an
extraordinary surge of inner energy,

as if he had eaten enough
home cooking and slept well;

as if he were twenty years old
and still had everything ahead of him.

I My soul... 3

2...is in your hands —

Unbutton the quilted jackets!
The shirts too!

Ivan Denisovich, will
you do me a favor?

Can you queue for
me in the parcel room?

I'm expecting a package.

Schuechow has nothing to
hide from the search that day.

But after ten years
of daily searches

caution has become a habit.
His hand slipped into his pocket,

to check if it was empty. And
then there was the saw blade

that he had so carelessly
picked up in the work area today.

If they found it, it would be over.
There it was, the punishment cell.

And an extended sentence.

The next five.

-Take off the shoe.
-Which?

The left.

you can go

The next five!

I thank you sir.

Who is the last?

I.

Good sausage. we keep them

Glass containers are prohibited.

want a paper bag

Then in the hands.

I take the paper.

It is enough.

The next!

Zesar Markovich!

I guess I can go then?

Yes of course.

-Shall I get your dinner?
- No, Ivan Denisovich,

- You can have my food.
-Thank you very much.

♪ Artillerymen, Stalin
gave you the order! 7

£ Artillerymen, the fatherland is calling us ♪

£ And a hundred thousand battalions ♪

♪ For the tears of our
mothers For our fatherland 3

♪ Fire, fire! 3

N / A?

-How many are you in the brigade?
-Delicious.

Twenty four. Today...

Ivan Denisovich!

Please.

Not everyone gets such a ration.

Some get three hundred
grams, others two hundred.

Everyone according to their work.

That's the law in Brigade 104.

- Pjotr ​​Mihalych.
-Thanks.

No! Nothing is left here!

-Good evening.
-Good evening.

Please come in.

Sit down, Ivan Denisovich.

You must be exhausted.

Oh. What is that?

This is the Upper Debin camp.

I spent ten years there.

Until the head of the
camp, Colonel Börschew,

brought to the camp

here, where I am today.
He was transferred here.

And I was lucky.

The colonel and his
wife took a liking to me...

You see, I was painting back then

by using small photos,
such small passport photos,

his whole family.

The colonel with his wife

his mother, father and two brothers,

the soldiers were.

In the picture they
are all seated at a

table by the samovar
in a lilac garden.

And when the couple saw this,

Börschew's wife started to cry

and he hugged me and said:

"You brought our
whole family together!

In real life we ​​didn't succeed.

The elder brother died near Brest,

the younger in the Battle of Stalingrad,

but I still live

and must guard people".

Dear Ivan Denisovich.

In ten days

with God's help you
will leave this place.

I, lonely old man, am stuck here.

I have nowhere to go either.

At least I can work here.

Your daughters are waiting for you.

I want to give you this picture.

As a souvenir.

-Who is this?
-That's them.

Didn't you recognize yourself?

Not really.

It's not a photo.

This is a representation of you.

Thanks, that wasn't necessary.

It comes from the heart.
Accept it.

And what is this man holding in his hand?

A document of your release.

My wish.

And that's how it will be.

you are a hero

A hero.

Come, Nikolai Ivanovich.

how can i be a hero

-How is he?
-He has a fever now.

The doctor won't come until tomorrow.

Shall I get him some hot tea?

He already has.

pass it on

Good will not come from one side

if the other side does not
reciprocate, Ivan Denisovich.

What?

Thank you and you're welcome.

Ivan Denisovich, will you lend
me "ten days' punishment cell"?

Thank you.

You must eat, captain.

You need your
strength to recover.

Here, a piece of white bread...

with real butter.

Proper Moscow white bread...

and smoked sausage.

I can't believe

that they still bake white bread elsewhere.

Just eat. Not so shy.

Ivan Denisovich.
Thank you for the tool.

-And this is for you.
-Thank you.

Thank you, Ivan Denisovich.

Alyoschka!

Guess who that is.

You, Denisovich.
Where did you get that?

A gift.

Zesar Markovich!

Who is this?

She.

Brilliant. who painted you

Nikolai Ivanovich?

He was it.
And how did you guess it?

I recognize the artist's
handwriting. A gift?

A gift.

Keep this picture safe.

Someday it will be worth a lot.

-You're joking.
-No I'm serious.

Hi Papa. I'm so happy.

You will be a grandfather soon.

-Brigade 104?
-Here!

-Who is the Brigadier?
-And?

What does "and" mean here?

It's me.

Did the men write their
statements as they should?

-You write.
-You should have given them up.

But they are uneducated. It takes time.

Pens and ink are missing.

- Why don't you have any?
-Taken away.

Listen Brigadier

if you babble so much,
I'll put you in the cell.

I'm already sitting.

You go to solitary confinement.

And see that until tomorrow

all declarations are available
in the commander's room.

All prohibited items must
be listed and reported.

-Roger that?
-Roger that.

Very good. Is the number
S-311 in your brigade?

I would have to look there.

Who can remember all these numbers?

Bujnowski, answer!

Ah? Here!

Do you hear?

Number 311 is here
and you don't know it.

Get ready, Bujnowski!

Where?

Punishment cell for ten days.

-Strict solitary confinement!
-He has a fever of forty degrees.

He won't survive there.

-Who says that?
-I!

Ah! Schukhov.

It is commendable to stand up
for your comrade. Very good.

But now you're going to the
punishment cell for that, for your comrade.

Schukhov, to the exit!
Take off your hat and jacket.

You can keep the scarf.

Come on, move.

Have mercy, Major.

Don't add time.

I have daughters in an orphanage.

One is pregnant.

You need me, Major. Have mercy.

Ten days of strict solitary confinement.
Forward, Schukhov.

Command back!

Nine days.

-I do not understand.
-I said nine!

The prisoner Schukhov
will need the tenth day

to prepare his discharge papers.

-Carry out!
-At your command!

Comrade Colonel.

Forward, Schukhov.

Brigadier, who was that
standing behind him?

With the fur hat?

This is the camp commander,
Colonel Borshev Alexander Ivanovich.

Ten days in solitary confinement

if you sit them down to the end,

means you lose your
health for the rest of your life.

That means tuberculosis
and endless hospital stays.

And those who spent fifteen
days in solitary confinement

are already underground.

I thank you, oh Lord.

I thank you.