Happy Go Lucky (Pechki-lavochki / Печки-лавочки)

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Gorky Film Studio

Happy-Go-Lucky

Written and Directed by Vasiliy Shukshin

Director of Photography Anatoliy Zabolotskiy

Production Designer Pyotr Pashkevich

Music by P. Chekalov

Starring

Lidiya Fedoseeva Vasiliy Shukshin

Vsevolod Sanaev Georgiy Burkov

Zinoviy Gerdt Ivan Ryizhov

Stanislav Lyubshin Vadim Zakharchenko

Why it's so quiet?

Maybe it's raining.

Why raining...

Oh, what's this? You know...

Yes.

What is it...

And why...

Cuckoo!

Who stole the cue?

You!

Hi, Borya!

Hi, Vanya!

You rowing?

I say, you rowing?

Propping up, bit by bit!

Come on, moor! Let's drink!

Why the celebration?

I'm leaving!

For the south, to a health resort!

Neat! Way to go!

Come and moor!

No, pal, gotta speed on!

Well, too bad!

Shall we have a bash later?

Don't you fear, Vanya, I'll never miss the chance!

Well, take care.

Ah, there he is.

What's up?

- Nothing. - Why did you leave, then?

I don't have any manners, right?

Come on, Vanya, let's go. It's embarrassing, we left them.

C'mon, go! Go there.

You enjoy yourselves. I'll sit here.

What's the matter with you, Vanya?

Come on, everybody's asking about you. They want to sing.

Go on, sing.

Oh, God, they're not gonna sing without you.

I dunno.

Let's go, Vanya.

Is it really my fault,

Is it really my fault...

- Aren't we sitting good, huh? - Real celebration!

Living like an ignorant dolt is no big deal, I'm already halfway in life.

I want my kids to be educated since early years.

I don't need this vacation, I don't give a damn for this resort,...

...if you think that I...

I'll just take my fishing-rod, sit on the riverbank, and I'm rested.

That's it, happy-go-lucky.

You'll be getting 130 rubles there.

Kseniya.

I'm speaking, ain't I?

Sorry.

My kids will go to school, and they'll study the seas.

But they've already seen it, the sea.

They'll say our dad took us there when we were little.

I almost don't remember my father,...

...but I do remember him taking me on horseback to Beryozovka as a kid.

He must've brought me candies, too, and was nice to me.

But I don't remember that, only how he put me on a horse.

Nyura, what do you think? Why don't you say something?

I really don't know.

He just powdered my brains about that sea.

I want to go, but I'm getting the jitters, so scared I am.

What are you scared of?

How brave you are! What if they get sick on the way?

If they get sick, you'll call the conductor.

My kids got sick, call the doctor at the next stop.

She goes to the radio relay center and calls the medical service...

You may kick the bucket seven times before they radio it...

- Peace be with this house! - Oh, Lev Kazimirovich, come on in!

It's all right, all right.

Here, a stool for you. Sit down, please.

What's the occasion for this gathering?

Saying goodbye to Ivan. He's going to the sea.

- I'm going to the sea. - To the sea?

Help us with your advice.

Ivan wants to take the kids along, and we're against it.

My heart's aching, the kids are still too little.

And he will drag them. What the devil for?

Why the kids?

For them to sunbathe.

Are you in your right mind? You want to leave the kids there?

What d'you mean?

Couldn't you think of something less stupid?

I want to ask you something else. S'pose the carburetor jet got blocked.

The jet got blocked - the gas feed stopped.

And the engine's working.

- The engine's not working. - Yes, it's working.

- Then the jet's not blocked. - It is, there's a backfire.

Then it's not completely blocked.

The jet is blocked, you get it?

But why?

How old are the pistons? When did you last take a look at them?

I've never looked.

Let me have a look at your hand,...

By the cards I'll tell your fortune,...

I'll tell the whole truth to the end,...

Your heart is heavy with misfortune...

Zina, why about misfortunes? Sing something more cheerful.

You can't sing yourself, so don't interfere with others.

Don't you worry.

Folks, let's sing our song.

There're so many golden lights...

...in the streets of Saratov...

Look after the kids.

Be careful...

Mother, for Christ's sake, look after them. After the little one, I beg you...

God be with you...

Will you please tell me when I'll be in Khabarovsk?

The information office is open, ask them.

Well, did you say your goodbyes?

It's an hour late already, and they don't make any announcements...

It's just awful!

- What is it? - People are on strike everywhere.

- Where are we heading? - South.

Are you birds of passage? Heading south!

Do you want bed linen?

I'm getting off in Gorsk.

And they'll need it, they're going south.

Yes, we'll need it.

Two rubles.

- Why two rubles? - For two sets.

Do we have to pay extra for the linen?

Yes, extra. Pay up, I got no time.

Nyura, give him two rubles, please.

Vanya, can I speak to you a minute?

Screen me.

- Why? - I'll get the money.

Get it, what's the problem?

Wait, we'll get our rubles from a stocking and give them to you.

My wife says people may filch our rubles.

And who needs them?

- Right? - Yeah...

Babblemouth.

Here.

- First time on the road? - Right.

First time. Why?

You got to trust people.

You're traveling with me, and you hide your money.

God knows where...

You should have left...

...your village ways at home, ...in your village.

But as long as you're going south, you should behave accordingly.

Or stay home and don't go anywhere.

Where do you go exactly in the south? The south is vast.

To the middle of nowhere. Ever heard of it?

They opened a new resort there.

Why did you get so steamed up all of a sudden?

And why are you lecturing me? I'm neither kith nor kin to you.

Oh, we're arrogant, aren't we?

Yes, we are, dear comrade.

In your place, I wouldn't pull those ugly smirks of yours.

Look, you'd better learn some manners.

You're not home in your village.

You should listen when you're reprimanded.

First learn how to travel. But, no, he drags his wife along, too.

What the hell about my wife?

- What about my wife? - Vanya!

What about my wife?

Don't you throw us a fit here. We know your type, we know all types.

Stop blowing out your nostrils.

Or you'll get off the train before you know it.

You, a harlot in pants,...

...and in a hat, and in a raincoat.

He dares threatening me! You'll get off the train yourself!

You'll jump off it and walk down the sleepers!

Oh, really? Fine.

I'll send you going right away.

Where's the head steward?

He's in his compartment. What happened?

Why did you make me go along if you can't control your temper?

Stop whimpering. It wasn't I who started it.

They'll make us get off at next stop. And we'll be stranded there.

Like hell they will. You think they make everybody get off?

Maybe he's some big boss.

How can you know?

Then he's a big fool, too.

They're closing in.

No, he's no boss.

Why did he begin pulling those smirks of his?

Did you get any leaner from those smirks?

Let him smirk to his heart's content.

- What's the problem here? - No problem.

- Why this racket then? - Why? There's no racket.

And who wanted to throw me off the train?

You messed it up, it's you who want to make me get off, but I don't want to.

Come to another compartment, we've got free seats.