The Gift to Stalin (Podarok Stalinu) (Подарок Сталину)

Hot water for sale! Come buy hot water. Don't get greedy.

Hot water for 3 kopeks. Buy hot water!

Don't be stingy. Hot water for sale!

Hot water! Come buy hot water!

Come here, little boy.

The Gift to Stalin

The name Sabyr,

it means "humble."

Something unusual happened this morning.

A young goat was running in the streets of a modern Jerusalem.

A pitiful sound of a lost baby goat hindered the voices of Muedzinov

and bell sounds.

It was asking to take him back into the stable.

But who knows where it is.

The train full of people sent to the camps

and relocated to Kazakhstan in 1949 was on the road

for almost 2 weeks...

Grandpa, I've brought water for you.

Hear, O Israel,

the Lord our God is one Lord...

Grandpa.

Shma Israel Adonai Alohaina Adonai Ahad Barukh Shem Kvod Malkhuto Leolam Vaed.

Grandpa.

The boy did not know the words of the prayer

but understood that before dying, his grandpa,

an old Moscow tailor named Jacob Povzner,

was begging God for the boy...

One dies, take the other one.

Do you want me to arrange the marriage for you?

We'll get a good woman for you!

Do you want a fat one or a skinny one?

I love fat ones.

You are a fool, Kasym, any of them will go for you!

I would get married.

Do you want to get one from the exiled settlers?

How about Verka from Algir?

Hey, Kasym, any one of them will go for you, here-there

Here you are contused, but there you are not.

Stop it. Let's go.

We are getting out.

Senior Lieutenant Zhusupov, Regional in Charge of the Ministry of Internal Affairs.

Do you have water, Lieutenant?

Yes, we do, Major.

Get in line, one by one.

We have counted, sir, there are 7 dead people,

sorry, dead ones.

Bury them.

Yes, Major! Not for the first time.

Get ready to unload.

Move, move! Go! Go!

Quickly! You are like a cow. Stay together!

I said not to mingle with other compartments.

Quickly, quickly, one by one!

Help him! Go quickly!

Get out one by one. Sit on the ground!

We are arranging the water distribution.

Regional in charge Balgabai,

commander of the 1st infantry.

Faty Shyn Lo from the International Brigade of Comrade Kasym has arrived.

I'll break your legs, you Dungan face.

Comrade major is a good specialist. Gold hands.

All right, listen to me carefully. The load is completed, 7 pieces.

Drive away for 20 kilometers and dig them there.

Do you understand?

What are you? What are you?

Who are you?

Railroad man, half military.

You have to answer in a military way.

Is he deaf?

Blind?

Comrade major, he is a bit contused.

Shit.

I was warned in Moscow about all these Kazakh tricks!

Don't spill water, don't push. You get it, go. It's enough for everyone.

Rush, rush, quickly. What are you looking at?

Start unloading.

Put bodies on the trolley.

Quickly, move! Everyone, go to your compartment.

One by one.

What water? Enough, there will be no water.

Loading. Quickly!

So, what, old man, is it stinking?

Do you, people, want to get us into courts?

His name is Sashka, he is an orphan,

Kasym, Kasym, go to the boss, go to the boss.

Alive! Alive! In the name of God, Jesus. It's a human!

Go, go!

Hurry up! Move away from the doors. Close the compartments.

So, what old man, let them go free!

Yes, sir!

By the car, one by one get in line... Into the cars.

Balgabai!

Balgabai, don't touch the child.

Hey, this one seems to be alive.

You, the Dungan bastard!

Forget forever who you are, that is the only way to survive.

How much time has he been among the dead bodies, smelling death?

He is alive, was put in the list of the dead by a soldier.

Only his fear gave him a feeling of life.

Oh, Almighty, accept their innocent, dead bodies,

and prepare a place for them in heaven. Amen.

Faty, let's go.

I said: I love you. You said: so, what?

I said: only for you. I will get all stars.

Tea here.

What are we going to do, Kazak?

Listen, let's take him to the orphanage.

Here-there, while no one has seen him.

What are looking at me for? It's dangerous, do you understand?

Oh, no, I would not tell anyone.

You know me, Kasym.

I know, Faty. I know.

Hey, Kasym,

his soul is fighting between heaven and earth, between life and death.

Demons are coming his way. Death is near.

His family line is cursed.

To deceive evil spirits, he needs to get a new name.

A black chicken just laid an egg. Bring it to me.

Now his name is Sabyr! Humble yourself and accept your fate.

Now his name is Sabyr! Sabyr! Sabyr!

Let it be so. Amen.

That's how I became Sabyr, which means "Humble",

as I found out later.

God just fulfilled my grandfather's request

Ok, raise your hand up. Good boy.

Ezhi will check you, OK? So you don't have any germs.

Oh, you've collected all the lice from the train.

Don't be afraid... let me go, let me go, good boy!

Mr. Kasym, I need man's help!

He is circumcised.

Muslim, he is a Muslim.

A "zhid", that's what we call them in Poland.

"Zhid"? Who is a "zhid"?

A small Jew.

Look at you! A good Kazakh.

How cold.

Sashka gaining weight.

Grandpa Kasym, grandpa Kasym, please give him to me.

Open your eyes, look at us...

don't be afraid, all people here are good...

Well, you are like new.

A real man.

He sees their black eyelashes.

And how humbly lice dies under their tender fingers.

That is Ms. Vera, she is Madonna.

Madonna? Do you know who I am here?

I am Verka here, a shit...

And you are a good one, Ezhik without a head or feet.

Without feet, Ms. Vera?

I bow down before you.

Ms. Vera, like your knight.

Don't bother, Ezhik, for God's sake

An orphan...

what an orphan...

Malfunctioning.

He needs to eat well,

and have chicken, butter and sour cream when available.

Listen, why are his eyes are closed?

Is he blind, or what?

It's a nervous breakdown.

His soul needs mercy, a big love,

my Madonna with a child.

Anyway, he will die.

What are you going to do with him, Kasym? Maybe we should take him to the orphanage?

Sashke!

Sashke!

Here he is, our little Sabyrchik!

You, little bastard, don't you dare be kidding with me...

Thoughts and looks of millions are directed to Kremlin in Moscow.

Waves of soulful greetings and warm wishes go to dear Stalin.

Ordinary people of the world glorify him as father and best friend,

who dedicated his life in effort for freedom and happiness of workers.

Soviet people repeat words of Zhambul with honor:

If Stalin with us-the truth with us.

If Stalin with us-we are stronger,

If Stalin with us-the flag of powerful,

happy and sunny country flutters with us.

All meetings and conventions were holding with a big enthusiasm.

Metal-makers, miners, machinists, textile men, oil workers

Metal-makers, miners, machinists, textile men, oil workers

Mama...

Vera...

Hey... Stop! Who is it? Let me go.

Come here.

Who are you? Whose are you?

An orphan? Where did he come from?

He's mine. My nephew. He came for the school break.

Lying! I know everything about you...

People like you don't have relatives.

Show me the documents.

Don't touch the boy, Balgabai!

Who then I can touch? You?

At least me.

You Verka...

I am Verka, thousand years Verka, didn't you know?

So, you are not afraid of me at all?

Everyone is afraid of Balgabai.

Ezhik! Get the bottle! Let's celebrate Sashka.

Ok, Balgabai?

Dombrovski?