Simple, understandable kids. - Would you like to fly with us? Do you not want to be with us, with your pets, in the bright blue of the sky?
- No, I mean, it's your sky. It's about the tank. Girls bring you milk, flowers. And there. Longing.
You're a romantic, comrade Petty Officer.
"The Chief", 1979, dir. N. Koshelev
Cadets of the military school, tomorrow's officers of fighter aviation, weekdays from up to down are openly divided. They'll taste it tomorrow. Tomorrow they will be the real Ass of the sky. And they're going to spin around, spin around, throw at the car. Today, they are just getting into pilot practice. Chicks are green. Hardly a curse. Takeoff, landing, aerobatics in the blue dome. The voice of the instructor, the voice of Bati with tips to the right and left, up and down and the speed of decision-making with a fixed skill - understood, understood, confirmed as a drill charter. From romance, soaring like birds on their faces. The hard science of theory and practice is classes for real men.
In the Soviet classic of 1979 - "Starshina", the ancestors of these young people, yesterday's boys, also learned the basics of flight education. Honing the technique of flight, thoughts rushed to the front, beat-beat-beat bastards - a fascist evil. And from the lips flew the verves of impatience - I should have quickly... Ready. I got it. I can. Time. To the front, to the front, in the heat.
Today's 'Brother in Everything', shifting accents. And there is war here too, and its breath here is also palpable. She's burning. She's scary. Although it has only a small plot segment and is given casually, in a throw. Her face, unadorned. But it's different. All about different now. The man is brought to the fore. Two twin brothers in practical examinations for certification. Where do they go? Master? Or is it a misdiagnosis? Andrey and Mitya are like thread after needle everywhere. Two in one. Russian guys, those knights are from the epics of grandfathers. Simple, clear, clear. There is neither arrogance nor cunning in them. There is no cloudiness from the plague time - calculation, benefit, "business" and other husks ... Both from the countryside? Did you come from the provincial far corner? How was it with the classic?
Drinked C2N5ON, sat on "Niva" ("Rostselmash"),
On DT, Don-500, T-150,
I fed the pigs before that.
And he went to plough, thresh barley:
It will be a long, long, long working day.
But you know every cog in the tractor inside.
You get three thousand harvesters per month.
Each of them was a native of the army.
There is no evidence that he has hemorrhoids.
Combiners, tractors, loaders of watermelon trucks -
These guys are not the dream of glamorous fools. . .
Who are you guys? Vyatichi? Pskovici? Whose are you? More boys, more boys in front of us. The director cuts them at his own discretion and so on. Under the watchful eye of the instructor, they're in the crosshairs. This is our sight, this is our comprehension of these seemingly identical, but still different "twins". You worry about them, you sympathize with them. You grow into a picture, you fall in love. In a moment. In a moment. It's just, no far-fetchedness, no pathos, it's all right, it's all right from frame to frame. It's like screen images. Dialogue isn't far-fetched. Speech without burdens. Are there professional actors in front of us? Or is the living texture taken out of life? And the film, by the way – nothing on timekeeping – a little more than an hour. Why so little? Why so little, author? Or was he afraid to splash out in an hour and a half or two of revelation all the important things he planned?
Flights, air, steering wheel, twisting in troubles are not inferior to the conciseness of what was said. A manual in the spirit of "In the zone of special attention" (1977) before us. Harmony of military alignment and duty to the Motherland. True, that film had a sequel no less desperate - "The Return Move" (1981). It would be good for Alexander Zolotukhin to please us tomorrow with these two Rusty-haired compatriots. I want to, so I want to...
8 out of 10