Chistoe nebo (Чистое небо)

MOSFILM

CLEAR SKIES

Written by D. KHRABROVITSKY.

Directed by G. CHUKHRAI.

Cinematography by S. POLUYANOV.

Production Designer - B. NEMECHEK Director - V. GLAZKOV.

Music by M. ZIV Sound by L. BULGAKOV.

All planes in the area carry out a landing.

Starring.

N. DROBYSHEVA as Sasha Lvova Ye. URBANSKY as Alexei Astakhov.

N. KUZMINA as Liusya V. KONYAYEV as Petya.

G. KULIKOV as Mitya L. KNYAZEV as Ivan Ilyich.

G. GEORGIU as Nikolai Avdeyevich O. TABAKOV as Sergey.

V. BONDAREV as Yegorka.

Third Artistic Association.

Vulkan, I'm Vyuga. Request start up.

Vyuga, I'm Vulkan.

Start up approved.

Vulkan, I'm Vyuga. Request taxi.

Vyuga, I'm Vulkan. Cleared to taxi.

I know it's him.

You know him?

You lucky, Liusya.

I wish I were as tall and beautiful as you.

Don't worry, Sasha. You'll grow up yet.

Yeah, but I'm not pretty.

You foolish girl.

Liusya, did he kiss you?

You've gotten completely out of hand! I'm going to tell Dad about it.

And about your bad mark in physics, too.

- And I'll tell him about Mitya. - Let's go.

Come tonight! Gogol Street, 12, Apt. 3. Liusya.

It's him!

The fir tree thrives and grows, And laughs at winter snows!

Mitya asked me to tell you that he won't come. He's got a gumboil.

- Good evening! - Good evening!

- Who do you want to see? - You.

I don't think we've met.

I'm afraid you got a wrong apartment.

Number 12, apartment 3. Aren't you Liusya?

All right, come in.

- Happy New Year! - Happy New Year!

You can take me for Santa Claus, though I don't have a beard.

But I have...

This!

- Right from the blue sea. - And speaking seriously?

Seriously?

I read your address on the glass and decided to drop by. Do you mind?

- Sorry to have bothered you. - It's all right.

Where are you going?

She was just kidding. Weren't you, Liusya?

Sasha, don't butt in. Anyway, it's time for you to go to bed.

Can't do anything about it.

You should do as the grownups say.

- Why did you do that? - Well, enough of that.

Do you know who was it?

- It was Astakhov! - Who?

The famous pilot! I saw his picture in a magazine.

- You'd better think of your studies. - It's a holiday!

We must bring him back!

The best thing you can do now

is to say good night to everybody.

Liusya, why are you doing that?

Are you still here?

Good night.

Sasha, where are you going?

Good night.

- Shall we drive on? - No, let's wait here.

Sashenka!

Give it to Liusya. I'll come to see her tomorrow.

- Who was that? - Mitya, Liusya's fiance.

They're going to get married after this session.

Dad doesn't object.

I'm sorry.

- He's weird. - You yourself are weird.

He's a serious guy.

Stop talking, please!

Cram it! Or you'll flunk.

"But if my hapless situation.

Evokes some pity for my woe, You won't abandon me, I know."

"But no! Each moment of my days To see you and pursue you madly!"

To catch your smile & search your gaze With loving eyes that seek you gladly,

"To hear your voice..."

But I'm now another's wife, And I'll be faithful all my life!

What happened?

- Please, tell me what happened? - It's war!

Goodbye.

A mug, a spoon, and provisions for three days.

- Let them say goodbye in private. - No, no, we'll go to the kitchen.

Sasha!

Petya calls you.

Have you got a mug and a spoon? And provisions for three days?

Now you'll go to battle with a light heart.

And when you come back,

I will meet you and will become yours forever.

All right.

BREAD SHOP

Your hair is just like mama's.

You have grown up already.

Dad,

will you write to me?

It's all right, Sashenka.

Hello?

Liusya Lvova?

She's not in town. She's been evacuated.

From the hospital?

Mitya Kovshov?

How is he?

- Whom do you want to see? - Kovshov.

Over there, on the right.

With a bandaged head.

- Whom do you want? - Kovshov.

This way, please.

Hello, Mitya.

Sashenka!

Liusya's been evacuated.

- I've already been told. - What's wrong with you?

Ah, it's nothing.

How is Liusya? What does she write?

Everything is all right. She's there with Seryozha.

Poor girl.

This night they're sending me to the rear.

Do you mind taking something from under my pillow?

Of course not.

There's a notebook in the bag.

It's all right! It's all right!

- Do you know anything about physics? - Not much.

I've always had only C in physics.

Put it right on the bed.

You see,

it's some of my ideas about the nature of protons.

I think I've found something.

But all this needs checking.

Promise me you'll save it.

Crazy girl!

Let me go!

AIR-RAID SHELTER

Please, let me go!

My father is leaving!

You only torture yourself for nothing.

We won't get out of here before morning.

You better go down and have some rest.

Go, you can't stand here. It's not allowed, understand?

- You got a light? - No.

- You got a light? - No.

- You need a light? - Yes.

- Astakhov? - You're Yezhov! Kolia!

To meet like that!

- Where're you now? - In the Urals.

- I'm a test pilot there. - Congratulations!

- And what are you doing here? - Hiding from the bombing.

Me too.

So will you give me a light?

Listen, I have a proposition for you.

Come to work at our plant.

All clear!

- How about that? - Why? I'm a flyer.

Our general will recall you, he needs you very much.

- No, I can't. - What are you talking about?

You're a first-class test pilot!

No, I can't fly so far from the front.

- There's as much risk there. - I know.

But I want to fight. And I got used to my comrades.

- That's only emotions. - Not for me.

- What's wrong with your plane? - It's being repaired.

It got like a sieve on the last mission.

- Well, take care. - Bye!

- You better think about it. - No, it's not for me.

Good luck!

Where can I find you?

Call 33-34.

33-34? All right.

"Sasha! I got to go. Too bad I missed you.

Cheer up and be a good girl. Write to Liusya. Love, your dad."

Now you try.

Put your hand right here.

Officer on duty speaking.

- Can I speak to Astakhov? - Who's calling?

- Sasha Lvova, on business. - He's in the air.

- Where? - In the air. What do you want?

- Ask him to call me back. - Let me put down your number.

- 74-12. - Got it.

What?

- Hello? - It's Astakhov.

- You wanted me to call you. - Yes.

Who are you?

My name is Sasha Lvova.

We were together in the air-shelter.

I don't remember you.

I wanted to come up to you, but you were talking to your friend.

What's the problem? What do you want?

- To meet you. - To meet me?

What for?

- No special reason. - What do you look like?

Me?

- I don't know. - Tell me anyway.

- I'd better hang up. - No. Let's meet.

- By the air-shelter. - Tomorrow at 16:00.

Are you waiting for me?

- No, not for you. - Too bad.