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He's fallen asleep.

He's been looking through the window since Frunze.

He got bored.

There's nothing but steppe and stones.

The boy is asleep.

- How old is he? - 17.

With his school-leaving certificate - and to Anrakhai...

Where are they all rushing? As if someone was driving them...

- Maybe, he's an orphan? - No, his mother bade him farewell.

Is he sleeping?

He is.

What is it like in Anrakhai now?

Is it hot?

If you spit on a stone, it sizzles.

What about water?

No water.

Where is the boy to work?

In the field unit, among stones.

Among stones? He'll run away.

Sadabek, come out!

Dzumas is here!

- Hi, Aldei! - Hello.

How are your achievements?

What achievements? We're stuck with thorns.

- Hello, aksakal! - Good day.

Now everything will go swimmingly. I've brought you an assistant.

Salaam, Abakir. Here are the cigarettes.

Finally! Thank you for the help.

So where's the assistant?

He is coming after me.

Sadabek!

Look, he looks like our Asan!

He's almost a child.

That's a hell of an assistant.

I didn't want to take him at all. But he's got an assignment from Komsomol.

They told me to take him or there would be trouble. What could I do?

And so here we are.

So, Kemel, have you opened your eyes?

Meet your foreman.

Take your things.

Dzumas, what about mail?

Have you brought us a letter from our son?

Aldei, nowadays only parents write frequently.

And for letters from children one can wait forever.

Here, this is for you.

And this is for Abakir.

It must be a mistake. I never receive letters.

I know.

But this one is for you.

It says: to Abakir Dzuraev.

To Abakir Dzuraev?

That surname rings a bell. Is he an actor?

Is the report ready?

Are you sure it's not rigged? Other units are failing to fulfil the plan.

Why don't you rest a bit, Dzumas?

I can't. My young wife is waiting for me.

- They only feed us with promises... - Shut up, I'm sick of you.

To Abakir Dzuraev

from Merkul Dzuraev.

I remember now.

Dzuraev is a famous tractor driver.

It's him.

Only his portrait is not in newspapers.

No, I mean it. I read about him somewhere. I really did.

Dzuraev was the first in Kyrgyzstan to plough at high speed.

- Where is he now? - Who knows.

Maybe, he's gone to the city. To work at the factory.

I don't know.

Exactly.

I once also knew

a combine operator.

She received a letter of commendation

and moved to the city. And now she's

a manager in a restaurant.

Aldei, more tea!

I see then. You seek to become a manager.

Thank you.

Heliobattery.

What?

Solar battery.

On sattelites they transform sunrays

into electricity.

- They look like this drinking bowl. - Savant!

Let's go, Kalipa.

Go with them, Kemel.

You'll work for Abakir.

I need him like a hole in the head.

Sadabek, take him instead of me. And I'll leave.

I won't let you go before the tillage is over.

Have him drive a water carrier.

Well, you'll have to drive a water carrier.

- What do you mean a water carrier? - Don't be stubborn. And you, put this on.

But I've been sent here to work on a trailer.

There's no other work in the unit.

Leave if you like.

Abakir!

That tractor driver Kemel was talking about...

Isn't he your relative?

No.

Hello to the foremost people!

Don't get upset.

I've been bringing water and cooking.

And this is our "eaglet".

- Do you know how to harness a horse? - Peace of cake.

Foreman! Here comes the water!

What is it?

There was a bucket here.

You lost it. You blunderer.

You're in trouble now.

You'll go to court for the demurrage of tractors.

Don't just stand there! Draw water with your hands!

Just a moment!

Hey, boy!

I'll fetch a bucket!

Stop!

You did this?

Me? No.

Now go to Abakir!

Who's going to pay for the demurrage? We've been waiting for water for an hour.

What are you talking about? What hour, Abakir?

Shut up.

- Can I fill it? - Go ahead.

What about pouring out hot water first?

I forgot. I'm sorry.

It's somewhere around here.

We studied this at school.

Not there.

It's in the back.

Here?

Try and find it, savant.

- Here? - Try harder.

You studied this at school, huh?

- Maybe here? - You don't know how to pour out water.

Is this your idea of a joke?

Where are you going?

It's a tractor, not a water storage!

Come back in about 2 days!

What should I do now?

Sunbathe!

Kemel!

You owe us half a litre.

That's a rule.

It didn't occur to me.

It did to me though.

- You'll pay us back from your salary. - Maybe, you shouldn't do it?

Serve the table, Kalipa.

Have a seat, savant.

You must treat the unit.

Such is the order here.

To Anrakhai!

Drink.

You've worked a lot today, didn't you?

Anrakhai is a hard nut to crack.

A very hard one.

Too hard for your baby teeth.

It requires steel teeth.

Don't worry, aksakal.

I can crack it even with milk teeth.

Steel teeth are just a denture.

Just look at him!

Don't scare him, Abakir. Our unit

- is a foremost one. - You'll like it here.

You just need to get used to it.

A foremost one! You must know it, Kemel.

And represent it

on the same level as Komsomol.

My old man has so many letters of commendation,

we don't know where to put them!

And I got crêpe de Chine as an award.

It's with a flower pattern.

Enough already!

Have you seen our radio?

Abakir got it for good performance.

He received it on the stage.

And then he handed it over to the unit, for everyone to use.

Oh yes, exactly!

The radio!

It's top notch!

What a wonderful radio that is!

It's simply suberb!

Here! Have a look!

It's smooth!

It's brand new!

It's polished!

The only thing is - it doesn't work.

They forgot to install the electricity in Anrakhai.

But it's battery-powered.

All you need to do is check the contacts.

So it might even work one day?

Yeah, Abakir, here you made a fluff.

Abakir, give me your T-shirts!

To Dzuraev, the best tractor driver.

Abakir...

Abakir Dzuraev - forward!

I thought you needed the rags.

Hey you!

Leave the rags!

Stop weeping! Get to work!

And don't meddle in other people's business next time! Know your place, woman!

You offended Kalipa.