Война и мир фильм 3 / War and Peace film 3

MOSFILM Studios
LEO TOLSTOY
WAR AND PEACE 1812
Direction - Sergei Bondarchuk
Screen Adaptation Sergei Bondarchuk Vasily Solovyov
Director of Photography Anatoly Petritsky
Sets - Mikhail Bogdanov Gennady Myasnikov
Music - Vyacheslav Ovchinnikov
Sound - Yuri Mikhailov Igor Urvantsev
Cast
Natasha - Ludmila Savelyeva
Pierre Bezukhov - Sergei Bondarchuk
Andrei Bolkonsky - Vyacheslav Tikhonov
Kutuzov - Boris Zakhava
Ilya Rostov - V.Stanitsin Countess Rostova - K.Golovko
Petya Rostov - S.Yermilov Sonya - I.Gubanova
Prince Bolkonsky - A.Ktorov Princess Maria - A.Shuranova
Nikolushka - A.Syomin Helene - I.Skobtseva Anatole - V.Lanovoy
Drubetskoy - E.Martsevich Anna Sherer - A.Stepanova Prince Vasily - B.Smirnov
Bagration - G.Chokhonelidze Alexander I - V.Murganov
Napoleon - V.Strzhelchik Benningsen - G.Zommer
On June 12, West European armies crossed the Russian frontier,
and the war began.
That is, an event took place defying human reason
and human nature.
Well, Papa and Mama, I tell you
definitely:
you must let me join the army, because I can't--
Here's a fine warrior! Nonsense! You must study.
It's not nonsense.
Obolensky's younger than I and he's going.
Besides, I can't study now when...
when...
- ...the country's in danger. - Be quiet, I tell you.
Ask Pyotr Kirilych.
Why, your mother's milk hasn't dried on your lips yet!
I'm telling you...
Oh Lord our God!
Take up the spear and shield and arise to help us.
Put to shame and disgrace those who wish us ill.
May your powerful angel chase them...
Strike our enemies and put them to flight.
Tsar!
Tsar! Tsar!
Which one's the tsar?
Which one's the tsar?
Kutuzov had done nothing
but cause the Emperor trouble.
How could they make commander a man
who cannot mount a hourse,
who falls asleep at council meetings,
and has the vilest temper!
And his qualities as general -
a decrepit, blind old man...
Why did they appoint him?
To have a blind general. A fine thing!
He's only good at playing
a blind man's buff.
Our troops fight as never before.
However, the fate of the army and the country
is in the hands of a good minister but a bad general.
Barclay is dilatory. The whole army curses him.
The French are in Vitebsk
and will soon be in Smolensk.
Perhaps they are there already.
What do you think about it, prince?
Me?
The theater of war
may move so near to us that...
The theater of war!
I have said and still say: the theater of war is Poland.
The enemy will never get beyond the Niemen.
When the snow melts they'll sink in the Polish swamps.
But the letter mentions Vitebsk.
Ah, the letter?
Yes... yes...
He writes the French were beaten.
At what river?
The prince says nothing about it.
Tell me how you mean
to alter it, Mikhail Ivanovich.
Take it all, fellas.
Every place seemed unsatisfactory to him.
But worst of all was his couch in the study.
He dreaded it because of the sad thoughts
that had come to him when lying there.
No, no!
No peace, damn you.
There was something important
I was keeping for bedtime.
The bolts? No, I told him about them.
It was something... something in the drawing-room.
What did he talk about at dinner, Tikhon?
About Prince Mikhail.
Yes, I know.
The letter from Prince Andrei.
"The French are in Vitebsk.
They will soon be in Smolensk.
Perhaps they are there already."
Tikhon!
No, no, I want nothing.
My heart is heavy--
The princess is afraid.
My heart is heavy.
- Heart? - Yes, my heart is heavy.
Yes, yes.
All my thoughts
are about you...
I have been calling you all night.
If only I had known. I was afraid to come.
- Weren't you asleep? - No.
Dearest...
Why didn't you come?
Thank you...
my beloved daughter...
for everything.
Forgive me...
Thank you...
Forgive...
Thank you!
Call Andrei.
I have a letter from him.
Where is he?
With the army at Smolensk.
Russia has perished.
They've destroyed her.
I want to try to sing now.
- It is something to do. - Fine. I'm so happy.
Nikolai had received a St.George's Cross.
I know. Well, I don't want to interrupt you.
Is it wrong of me to sing?
No. Why should it be? On the contrary.
But why do you ask me?
I don't know. I should not like to do anything
that might displease you.
I trust in you completely. You mean so much to me.
You have done so much for me.
I know that Prince Andrei
is in the army again.
Will he ever forgive me? What do you think?
Will he not always have a bitter feeling against me?
I think he has nothing to forgive.
If I were in his place -
You... That's a different thing.
I know no one kinder and more big-hearted
than you.
If it weren't for you...
I don't know what would become of me.
Because I...
I forgot. I must be getting home.
Why must you go? Why?
Because... because I must.
Why must you?
Can't you tell me?
Have you heard? Kutuzov has been made Field Marshal.
That's the end of our differences.
I am delighted. At last! There's a man for you!
But they say he's blind?
Have no fear, he sees all he ought to see.
Kutuzov is one of the cleverest men I've ever known.
He's coming!
To do nothing but retreat, with men like these?
How do you do, prince.
Come along, dear fellow.
I sent for you because I need you near me.
Thank you, Your Excellency,
but I'm afraid I won't do for the staff.
I'm used to my regiment and have grown fond of the men.
And I fancy they've grown fond of me.
I would hate to leave them.
I've declined the honor of being with you, but--
I'm sorry. I do need you.
But you are right.
We ought not to transfer our best men to the staff.
Our regiments would be different
if there were more men
like you in them.
I remember you at Austerlitz.
I remember you with the standard.
Ah, these aides and advisers!
There were always plenty of them
but not enough real men.
Everybody is in too great a hurry.
One accomplishes nothing in haste.
It is easy to take a fortress
but hard to win a campaign.
That requires time and patience.
Kamensky used soldiers to take Rushchuk.
I used time and patience
and took more fortresses than he did.
I made the Turks eat horse-flesh.
Give me time,
and the French shall eat it too.
Thay shall, you can depend on it!
But shan't we have to engage in a battle?
We shall, if everybody wants it.
There's nothing to be done!
Well, goodbye, dear fellow.
God bless you. Go your way.
It is an honorable way, I know.
Remember I share in your grief, the loss of your father.
And for you I am not a prince or a commander-in-chief,
but a second father.
Will they set us down here
- ...or take us to Moscow? - Those fops!
Even peasants are fighting now.
I saw them peasants.
The whole of the nation is fighting.
Moscow is at stake.
It's a fight to the end.
What are you doing here, Your Excellency?
I wanted to see what was going on.
There will certainly be something to see.
How dreadful!
These are yeasterday's.
From the Shevardino redoubt.
Heavy losses; we surrendered the hill.
I too intend to take part in the fighting.
Where is our position?
Our position? That is not my speciality.
They are digging beyond Tatarinovka.
You will see everything from the hill.
Couldn't you--
I wish I could
but I must report the corps commander.
There will be a battle tomorrow.
We expect not less than 20,000 wounded for every 100,000 men.
And we have no stretchers, nor medical attendants,
nor medicine even for 6,000.
There are 10,000 carts,
but that is not enough.
He's out to scare the French!
Looks like a docktur.
Pierre was irresistibly drawn to the battlefield
by an urge to sacrifice himself
and share in the general suffering.
Allow me to ask what that village is called.
- Burdi-- - Borodino.
Are our men there?
Yes. And further on, the French.
- Where? - Over there. In full view.
- And over there? - Our men.
And there?
The French again.
Yesterday we held it, today it's theirs.
Who might you be, a doctor?
No, I'm just...
Here they are!
It's the icon of the Mother of God.
- Of Iberia? - Smolensk.
The most blessed Mother of God, save us.
Glory to the Father and the Son and the Holy Spirit.
Now and forever and in the ages of ages.
He knew that tomorrow's battle
was to be the worst
he had ever taken part in.
He saw death
vividly, clearly,
almost as a certainty.
My country... The fall of Moscow.
Tomorrow I shall be killed...
Why this trial, when tomorrow I shall cease to be?
Who is this trial for
if I am no more?
A new life will begin,
and I will cease to be.
I will not exist.
I will cease to be. Forever.
Your Excellency,
the left flank of the 2nd Battalion
has moved toward the village.
We've posted sentries.
Who's there?
You? What brings you here?
I just came... I wanted to see...
to... witness the battle.
What is the news? Has my family moved to Moscow?
Yes. I paid them a visit but didn't find them in.
They are at yours estate near Moscow.
I've viewed our positions.
I am not a military man,
and yet it seems... er...
clear to me
that our left flank is weak
and our right is too drawn out.
So you made sense of the dislocation of our forces?
Yes... Why?
Success does not depend
on positions, or weapons, or even the number of men.
It doesn't?
It depends on the feeling within me, him,
within every soldier.
Why did we lose at Austerlitz?
Positions? Nonsense. That's not the point.
We had no right to fight there.
We wanted to leave the battlefield.
And tomorrow?
Tomorrow it will be different.
100,000 Russians and 100,000 French
are to meet in mortal combat.
The side that is fiercest
and spares itself least
is the side that will win.
Tomorrow we are certain to win,
regardless of circumstances.
True, very true, Your Excellency.
We'll not spare ourselves.
The men won't even touch their vodka.
Not on such a day, they say.
Do battle deep in the country.
"Deep in the country" is my father, my son, my sister.
But what does he care about that!
They gave up all of Europe to Napoleon
and then came to teach us wisdom.
Fine teachers!
So you think we will win tomorrow's battle?
Yes, but if I had my way
I would take no prisoners.
The French destroyed my house and mean to destroy Moscow.
They keep insulting me.
They are my enemies. They are criminals.
Timokhin thinks as I do. The whole army too.
We must punish them. They plunder and kill our children.
How can we talk about rules of war and mercy to the foe?
We must take no prisoners but kill and be prepared to die.
War is not a civility. It is the lowest thing men stoop to.
One must realize this and not make a game out of war.
War is a dreadful necessity.
Cast off the lies and see war as war. It is no game.
Men come together like they will tomorrow,
kill each other, maim thousands upon thousands
and then hold religious ceremonies
offering up thanks
for having killed so many human beings
and achieved victory.
The side that kills the most
wins the most honour.
How can God bear to hear and witness such things?
Ah, my dear friend,
life has become
unbearable of late.
But... I don't have to wait long...
However, we must both get some sleep. Go now.
- Oh, no! - Yes, go.
A good night's sleep is a must before a battle.
Adieu. Go.
Shall we ever meet again?
I know that this is our last meeting.
Be off with you, dear boy, and God bless you.
- Bring the boxes! - The ball!
Make way, sir!
Aren't you afraid, sir?
- Are you afraid? - 'course I am.
One bit and your guts are blown out.
It's our job, but why should the gentleman be here?
To your posts!
Forward march!
March in serried ranks!
The Russians?
Standing still, Sire.
So they want more? Let them have it.
A live one!
I got the infantry!
So you know it?
At the infantry! Charge the guns with grapeshot!
Our gentleman nearly had his hat knocked off.
Hey, naughty one!
Hey, foxes, dontcha like it?
Hell's bells.
May I venture to suggest lunch to Your Majesty?
I hope I may congratulate Your Majesty on a victory?
The tenth. Fire!
Permission to speak, Sir?
There are only eight rounds left.
Are we to continue firing?
Use grapeshot!
Forward!
The fortifications have been taken, Sir.
Prince Bagration had been wounded.
Go to him and find out exactly how things are.
Your Excellency...
Prince Andrei's regiment was in the reserve.
Without moving from the spot
or firing a single shot
the regiment lost almost one third of its men.
Tell them not to stand.
First battalion, at ease!
Left! Left!
Sir, there are no more charges.
Run to the reserves and bring the boxes!
I'll go too.
Sir, order them not to crowd together!
Look out!
Colonel--
Lie down!
Can this be death?
I don't want to die.
I love life,
I love this grass, this earth, this air...
Fellas!
Fellas!
Halt!
Fire!
All of our positions are in enemy hands.
We cannot dislodge them for lack of troops.
The men are stampeding, there is no stopping them.
I have not considered it right
to conceal from you
that the troops are in complete disorder.
How dare you?
How dare you say that to me?
The enemy's been repulsed
on the left and defeated on the right flank.
If you have seen amiss, sir,
do not say what you don't know.
Ride to General Barclay
and inform him
that I intend to attack the enemy tomorrow.
The enemy is defeated.
Tomorrow we'll begin driving him
out of holy Russia.
Rayevsky! Here is my hero!
Excellency, the troops are firmly holding their ground.
The French no longer venture to attack.
Kaisarov! Write out the order for tomorrow.
Ride down the line and say that tomorrow we attack.
That very evening and next day
reports were coming in
of unheard-of losses,
of the loss of halt the army.
A fresh battle proved physically impossible.
Sleep, Andrei, sleep.
Lullaby, lullaby,
my baby.
My God! What is it?
Why is he here?
Not for just that day and that hour
were this man's mind and conscience darkened.
On him the responsibility of what was happening
lay more heavily than on all the others involved.
Never till the end of his life
could he understand
goodness, beauty or truth,
or the significance of his actions
which were too contrary to goodness and truth,
too remote from everything human
for him to be able to grasp their meaning.
He could not disavow his actions,
lauded as they were by half the world,
and so he had to repudiate
truth, goodness and all things human.
Enough, men! Enough!
Come to your senses!
Both sides, worn out
by want of food and rest,
began equally to doubt
whether they should continue to slaughter one another.
You may kill
whoever you please
but I don't want to be part of this!
Yet some incomprehensible, mysterious force
continued to control them,
and the terrible work, which was done
not by the will of man, went on.
At Borodino the Russians gained
the sort of moral victory
that convinced the enemy
of his opponent's moral superiority
and of his own impotence.
A direct consequence of the battle of Borodino
was Napoleon's senseless flight from Moscow,
the destruction of the invalid army of 500,000
and the downfall of Napoleonic France
on which at Borodino the hand of an opponent of stronger spirit
had been laid.
END OF PART THREE