Stalin's Bride (Sztálin menyasszonya)

This film was made with help from the Council of Europe.

Hungarofilm presents

STALIN'S FIANCEE

Screenplay written by: From a novel by:

Dramaturgy:

Starring:

In the role of Liza:

Producer: Co-Producers:

Music:

Sets: Costume:

Editor: Sound engineer:

Head of production:

Photography:

- Welcome, Comrade Dibakov. - Yes...

We put collected possessions here, cattle there...

Don't stare, I understand.

What's wrong with the clock?

It was hit by a bullet.

Back in the great times, during the civil war.

That was 15 years ago!

All right. Hurry up!

Excuse me, are you the head comrade here?

Couldn't I keep my samovar?

- Has it been registered? - Yes... but...

Then give it up!

I have some remarks about my horse... Hey, you!

There's no place for remarks.

Name, age? The horse's, I mean.

Who'll get the horse?

The revolutionary people! You should know!

I've message.

Don't hold up the line! Name, age...

3 years old, healthy, Sonatina.

What kind of name is that?

A racehorse. Can't you see?

A good horse needs a good name. Sonatina.

Next!

Well, go, you beast!

Should I give this in, too?

You can keep the rope... It's not listed.

- How are you, Simaha? - Fine, now.

My conscience is clear. My samovar is the people's.

We are all equal, bother.

We're both proletarians. We live like worms in an apple.

New music, new dance, that's the law.

The Soviet power could even caress us...

Good boys give up private property ''voluntarily''.

No house, no horse, no land.

They say you could be a useful man,

You have two hands, brains...

So do your work where you find your place.

If you can't find it, we'll find it for you.

Oh dear, this won't shut. Will that be a problem?

It would be worse if it wouldn't open.

There's no future for the horse, Zorka.

The iron horse, the tractor is here.

Let them run wild again!

And the peasant will also go wild slowly.

Remember, this is a racehorse!

I even left the saddle on, to show that!

Although I didn't have to give it in.

Don't harness her to a cart, or plough...

What we do with the horse is our business.

Don't beat her, or kick her...

We'll hit her if she deserves it.

I wouldn't do that, chum!

Didn't you hear me, fool!

Don't touch her, rotten Cossak, bloody hell!

You sod! Hit my horse, will you?

There, you trash... You filthy pig!

Look! This beast frightened the horse!

Have to give it tomorrow. It's evidence!

God be with you, Sonatina!

And that's how Parana came to us. That was her name.

Who knows how she got that name...

She turned up here and there...

People laughed at her, frightened her...

But they asked after her if she was missing...

Take us, too, Parana...

Look!

Parana!

Get away from here!

Get the heck away, you animal!

Get away, you idiot!

Good, isn't it?

Who's your fiance, Parana?

Leave me alone! Enough! Get away!

Buchilo, you're alive...

Leave him alone!

- Why should I leave him? - 'Cause he's my father!

Then love and respect him!

A grave mistake! The midday news has begun!

Don't go for me, we're preparing for a ceremony!

Dancers, recitation...

Who's your fiance, Parana?

Do you have a fiance, Parana?

You can tell me...

- Go on, don't be ashamed! - Don't oh, don't...

- Hey, where are you going? - Jesus Christ!

- Show me what's in the sack! - Where are you going?

Oh, how touchy one can't even touch her!

What has this poor soul ever done to harm you?

Why don't you ask her who her fiance is?

You're all wicked! Leave her alone!

Get way! I'll tell... Zorka Kosoy...

I'll tell Zorka...

Don't torture the poor thing!

Fellow citizens!

What I say to you is

it's only a matter of weeks,

and we'll walk right into communism.

Those who don't agree with me, raise their hands!

What's going on here?

Now you come, you big man!

Don't talk so much!

Enough of public disorder for today, Simaha!

- Is that you, Vanka? - Of course.

- Will you lock me up? - Yes.

Let's go!

Fellow citizens, I bid you farevell.

You won't see me for a while!

Yashka! Hey!

Hey, Parana! Hey!

Go to hell! Idiot!

Here I am!

I see. Wait a bit.

The reporting is in order.

Zorka Kosoy, with a record,

reported for supervision. Any changes?

No.

- Are you a night guard? - Yes.

- At the waste dump? - Yes.

What do you have to guard there at night?

The waste.

You'd be capable of more. You still don't want to join

- the collective farm? - No.

- Do you carry a knife? - Oh, no.

You'd better not!

Next time, you'll get at least 4 years...

I know.

So keep that in mind!

Is that clear?

- What kind of man are you? - It's your turn now!

You hide from the world.

Yet they say you have a soul...

Is this how it should be?

- May I leave? - Yes.

A little bread, Parana dear. There, Parana.

Did you like it?

Got any money, Parana?

Because if not, You can scram!

- Take your hands off me! - Don't fight, Nadka!

Why's she doing this...

What is it? Hey!

- Want some liquor? - No.

Parana, stand up, you'll get some kopeks!

- Get up, Parana! - Want some kopeks?

Get up, Parana!

That's it! Pull up your skirt! Higher! That's right!

You won't get any kopeks! Pull your skirt up!

That's good! Hey, Parana! there's your kopek!

You throw her some, too!

What's going on here?

Do something, now!

Yes, sir!

Cover yourself, and get lost!

The nice uniform: that's what got her going!

Shut up! And disperse!

Stand up, here's your money.

Trying to sway the crowd, are you, Zorka?

I'm not doing a thing.

Zorka Kosoy...

Liza!

Don't forget about me!

- Thank you. - Not at all.

- What time is it? - Half past one.

- How do you know? - Buchilo's drunk already.

- And what day is it? - Wednesday.

- And what's the date? - The 23rd.

Have I ever told you about my horse, Liza?

Her name was Sonatina.

You've told me.

She won three certificates at the show.

You've told me that, too.

The jury kept applauding, when I led her up.

I haven't heard that before.

You haven't?

No.

- Take your hand away! - What?

Take your hand away...

Parana, dear...

Let's forget... that... you know... at the school...

I didn't want to...

You're looking at him, right? That's good.

He's also watching us. See, he's watching...

If it weren't for him, we wouldn't exist.

They reported that your light is on all night long.

- Who did? - No matter. The typewriter.

- I type on it. - Which means you're writing.

That's right.