To Dream and to Live (Мріяти і жити)

The First Creative Association

Curtain call! The last scene has started!

Everyone get ready for curtain call.

The Producer!

The Producer!

Screenplay: Y. Ilyenko I. Mikolaychuk

Larisa Kadochnikova as Maria

Rodion Nahapetov as Konstantin Petrovitch

Yuriy Ilyenko as Gerasim

Mother - N. Urgant Mother's Friend - V. Vladimirova

Seryozha - O. Polstvin Ivan Gregoryevitch - L. Kuravlyov

Sukach - Y. Mazuga

Other cast members

To Dream and Live

Director of Photography Wilen Kalyuta

Production Designer Sergey Brzhetovskiy

Other crew members

God... God, I am so frightened!

You're afraid. Why are you afraid? What are you scared of?

It's just the darkness, the twilight.

The chime of the clock...

The chime that sums it all up. That's just it.

The role, you've ruined the role, you hear?

The time flies, flies and what have you done? What?

You've done nothing!

You never do.

Mashenka, who are you depicting here? Who?

Look around, these are all your people. All of them.

Can you explain what this vagary means?

Don't yell, there's no point to it. None at all.

Don't.

Time...

Will tell.

Yes, time will tell how you should behave.

Enough.

It's no longer funny.

Come in. Who's outside the door? Come in.

Were you behind the stage?

You love him.

This is you.

This is how I see you.

Seryozha, Seryozha...

How did you do this?

People can't fly, you know.

-But they do. -No they don't.

They do.

I certainly don't fly.

That's not true.

You fly.

Seryozh, where are you celebrating the new year?

Nowhere.

Happy new year.

Go, I need to change.

I was waiting for you.

I'm so sorry, I can't right now, I'm in a hurry.

Happy coming new year.

So good to see you here.

Invite me along for new year's.

But... but I'm nowhere.

It's alright, I'm okay with that.

Then come to ours, to the film faculty. There's a party.

I'll show you my coursework.

Let's go.

A few words.

I came to see you in the fall. You were playing the moonlight sonata.

I was at the door, didn't want to interrupt.

There was such passion in the music.

After, you showed me your drawings, and I recorded our conversation.

I made a film from that recording.

An educational one. Don't judge it too harshly.

Start it.

Seryozhenka, this is naive. Bad.

You should cut it out.

Chile, La Moneda. The presidential palace.

Salvador Allende was killed there during a Fascist putsch.

Germany, 1933.

They wanted to seize the whole world.

-You were in Chile? -Yes, before the putsch.

With a film delegation.

The face of the exectuioner.

It's always terrifying.

Whether in Chile or in Spain or Vietnam.

In Germany too.

This is Victor Jara, a Chilean patriot, a singer

a composer and a producer.

They hated him, the Fascists.

At the "Nacional" stadium they crushed his hands and killed him.

His guitar...

was also destroyed.

Pablo Neruda. Murdered, but forever young.

He called them vicious jackals.

Jara and Neruda died, but they defeated Fascism.

Neruda wrote...

I died with all of those that did too

and that is why I survived.

Chile, Chile, Chile. Dear people of Chile

my heart is with you. Fascism will not come to be.

-Why does this topic trouble you? -Who does it not?

Tell me, Seryozha, what is the first thing you remember?

My mom.

My mom is walking on the shore and smiling.

I too remember my mom.

The only thing I remember about her...

Our train was halted.

There was terrifying screaming, like a wounded horse.

They carried a dead pilot.

He had tried to save us.

There were bombers.

A grandmother sat with her granddaughter on the ground

calm amidst the chaos.

My mom ran, pressing me against her chest

and then she fell.

I have never seen her since in my life.

How did you start drawing?

I'm no artist, nor am I claiming to be one.

Just so happens that lately my theatre work isn't going too well.

Maybe the roles... no, the roles are fine.

Something's changing in me.

I haven't lost anything

but there's some clarity or bearing that's missing.

It brews in my soul.

It just pulled me to the paper all on it's own.

I needed an release for my emotions and thoughts, so I started drawing.

And one last question: tell me, do people fly?

Seryozhenka, Seryozhenka...

Let's go!

When people are surprised, their eyes get real big.

Like this.

Curious to see what yours will be like.

They're big as is.

Come on, do it.

Please?

You lost the role.

Someone told me today that I still loved you.

Is that true?

No, just rumors.

-Did I really do so poorly? -You did.

-Why all the applause, then? -You don't understand.

You weren't alone on stage. There were other actors

thoughts, the play itself.

Why are you so cruel.

That's the third role downhill.

-I've stopped doing films. -Listen, Misty-

Don't call me Misty.

But you are Misty!

A mirage! You passed right through the role

without understanding.

-But two years ago you said- -Yes I did.

You had sincerity, and beautiful eyes.

But that's only good at first, one or two roles.

You had enough for 10, and now the well is empty.

You drained it dry.

You helped in draining it, and so very quickly too.

Drained in buckets, barrels. Great, big barrels.

Next shot is a wide angle.

I run across a green meadow, and sing my little song.

Oh how that lovestruck boy fights for you.

Against yourself.

Are you jealous?

No, I like you today.

These aren't rumors, that's for sure.

Are we going to celebrate today or not?

Let's try.

"Once, on Epiphany day, the women were divining

throwing shoes o'er the fence, that their feet were lining!"

He who finds it is to be my betrothed!

No, I don't want to get married just yet.

With such a swing, I'm lucky you didn't kill me.

Why are you outside? It's almost the new year!

-Coming from work. -Aren't all not closed today?

-Some factories aren't. -That's awful!

Happy coming new year!

I hope that in the new year you will find

your betrothed.

We're late! Too late to be seated. We can still make it!

-What's your name? -Gerasim.

Gerasim.

Your eyes are... so mournful.

Someone has upset you today.

That was yesterday.

That's too much.

You should leave, before it's too late.

He's right.

I better go.

Oh, how the music plays!

They are leaving us, one by one! Never to be seen again!

We remain here alone to begin our lives anew!

We have to live! Have to live!

Remember?

That applause was for you.

Two years ago you had a play staged in our factory.

That's when I got this recording.

I really liked the play.

And especially you.

And so I brought it. Thought you might like it.

-I have decided that it is a flower. -It is a flower.

A metal one.

When the crucible pours into moulds, these flowers harden on the sides.

We make ship screws out of that metal.

These flowers bloom all across the oceans.