Raduga

Captain Kurt Werner:
[aiming pistol at a baby] Well, show who you are: Bolshevist b*tch or mather?

Olena Kostyuk:
I am the mother.

Captain Kurt Werner:
Well then, you'll tell where they [partisans] are.

Olena Kostyuk:
I will tell nothing.

Captain Kurt Werner:
Do you have only one child?

Olena Kostyuk:
No.

Captain Kurt Werner:
How? Do you have another kids? Sons or daughters?

Olena Kostyuk:
Sons. They all are sons. There, in the forest... And beyond the forest... Sons. [Kurt shoots]

Soviet scouts:
[pointing at a number on a woman's neck] And what's this?

Fyodosya:
My German surname. Do you want to eat?

Soviet scouts:
No, we don't. We came here not for eating.

Gaplik:
[reading out the order about yielding bread to Germans] "Those, who in 3 days will not fulfil his duty to motherland and German army, will be sentenced to the..."

Okhatko:
Muy I ask?

Gaplik:
Who's there?

Okhatko:
412.

Gaplik:
Who are you?

Okhatko:
412.

Gaplik:
Surname!

Okhatko:
412. Muy I ask... Fulfil our duty to which motherland?

Gaplik:
Clearly which. Which are you living in? German motherland.

Olga:
[to her sister, Pusya - lover of German commandant] Don't you dare mentioning mother! You had not russian mother.

Partisan:
Don't you dare cross yourself!

Gaplik:
Eudokim Petrovich, have mercy! For God's sake...

Partisan:
Don't touch God. It's not your God. He doesn't sell himself to Germans.

Gaplik:
People went crazy, Mr. Captain!... They dummy up, refuse to utter a word. Just watching.

Captain Kurt Werner:
What does it mean "watching"?

Gaplik:
Watching and keeping silence.

Pusya:
[surprised to see her husband - soviet soldier] Seryozha? [crying for help] Kuuurt!

Seryozha (Pusya's husband):
I thought your last word will be "mama".

Old woman:
[fiercely trying to burst through soviet soldier to German captives] Darling! Give me at least one fascist!

Fyodosya:
Women, stop! Wanna dispatch them? Minute or two and all is finished?... Those, who die now, would be gainers. No, no, no! Let them wait until their women and children will repudiate them. Let them say: no, it were not our fathers. Let them face the verdict of the people for our sorrow and suffering!

Final title:
Oh, soul that wants to live good must fight for truth. /from old ukrainian song/