Неуловимые мстители


MOSFILM ”Youth” Artistic Association A hail of bullets, A sea of gore, We’ve taken up the burden Of civil war. From morning till night The storm clouds roll. Many paths through the fields, Only one to our goal. From morning till night The storm clouds roll. Many paths through the fields, Only one to our goal. Dedicated to the young
heroes of the Civil War. Have you anything to say?
Any requests to make? You red dog! Dad! THE ELUSIVE AVENGERS Based on ”Little Red Devils”
by P. Blyakhin Screenplay by Sergey YERMOLINSKY
Edmond KEOSAYAN Directed by Edmond KEOSAYAN Director of Photography
Fyodor DOBRONRAVOV Production Designers
V. GLADNIKOV and V. GOLIKOV Music by B. MOKROUSOV Lyrics by R. ROZHDESTVENSKY ñíӱò Starring Vasya VASILYEV
Vitya KOSYKH Valya KURDYUKOVA
Misha METELKIN Co-starring L. SVERDLIN
Ye. KOPELYAN, V. BELOKUROV V. TRESHCHALOV
G. YUKHTIN, N. FEDOSOVA I. CHURIKOVA
B. SICHKIN, S. KRAMAROV Ataman! Help us! My cow! My cow! Ataman! Those bandits have
taken away my last cow. What did you expect,
you fool? Get freedom
without paying for it? Didn’t you scream when you gave
birth to children? And you expect to give birth
to a new world without pain? With no pain at all? I’ve got small children.
It was my very last cow. Your last! Remember this, silly woman: Today they took away
one cow, and tomorrow… they’ll give you back
ten! – What do you mean, ten?
– Just that. Who had all the cows? Who? The rich. The landowners.
Now they’ll be yours. Cows, bulls, hens, pigs –
all yours. Give me back my cow! You’ll have to wait, my dear. We’ll give you everything in time. You’re a free woman. A citizeness! Here’s where they buried him. Next morning the grave was open,
the coffin empty. Since then everyone passing by
the graveyard gets in trouble. – But people do drive past.
– But it’s not him… Didn’t Pyotr go at night? Hear that? Hear that? Father! Look! THE AVENGERS Good Lord! Is it true? – Honest to God.
– He’s talking through his hat. I didn’t believe it myself at first, then looked around… and saw a coffin
flying over the graves. And beside the road –
ghosts with scythes. And not a sound… not a sound. Stop! Stop!
You do better today. But when you kick him in the belly,
swing your leg harder. – Got it? Let’s do it again.
– All right. Last and final tour of the lmperial Drama and
Comedy Theatre soloist. What markets there used to be
in those rich lands! And now?
Nothing but freedom. Got to pull in your belts
under the new chief. Orders are to trade and be jolly.
No peaceful sleeping these days. I’m telling you,
my dears: Empty your storehouses
before you have them emptied for you. Come and see, Granny! It’s our last performance.
I’m just passing through. I’m leaving tonight by the last horse.
Back home to Odessa, city of songs and chestnuts. I’m Buba Kastorsky,
Maker of original songs. I sing my songs,
I think, alright. I sing to the left,
I sing to the right, The public always finds
My songs a delight. And why so? Because… I’m Buba Kastorsky,
Maker of original songs. There’s rumours afloat,
The old women say You can hear the cock
At break of day: Cockadoodledo! I’m Buba Kastorsky,
Maker of original songs. I see my cow, Nyurka,
and a piece of paper on her horn. It said: ”Here’s your cow,
Aunt Darya. Don’t fear.
We’ll get the bandits!” Their sign is the cuckoo’s call
and the cock’s answer. They say Budyonny thought of that,
honest to God! Here they come… And now, the fair-haired Josie! Never shall I forget That wondrous night – Our two hearts pledged To a future bright. You laughed at the fears That did harry me… You promised… that night… To marry me. The night flew by, the night flew by, The morning brought a leaden sky. Night again, night again, This night, alas, a night of rain. That night is gone, That night is gone. I cannot believe That all is over… The romance is ended. Sing some more! More! Dance for us! What’s so funny, you apes? So you caught the kid. Your pa was quicker than you,
wasn’t he? Didn’t hurt yourself? Come on,
let’s have some kvass. You think that
Sidor Lyuty’s heart don’t ache
for you war orphans? It aches all right.
But in times like these we can’t help having orphans. Know how many of my pals
your pa did away with? You don’t know, but I do. I’d string up his dead body
if I had my way. He was a bastard,
that pa of yours. Here, drink. Danka’s a long time in coming. Don’t worry about him. Valerka! Valerka!
Wait, Valerka! – Hear that shooting in the village?
– So what? Could anything have happened to Danka? You’re no psychologist, Yashka. They’re shooting wild,
without any aim. Just to keep
their spirits up. What kept you so long, Danka? What’s wrong? I hurt my back. The Whites are in Zbruyevka. – Many of them?
– Lots. – Come for long?
– I don’t know. Why didn’t you find out? I couldn’t stay there.
Lyuty recognized me. – What do we do now?
– Go scouting. I’ll go. There’re 40 houses in Zbruyevka
and not a single man or boy left. Some have joined the Reds,
some the Whites. If one of us boys went they’d quickly
spy us. Ksanka’s got to go. Ksanka. Ksanka! Get back into your girl’s clothes.
You’ll go to Zbruyevka. Maybe she oughtn’t to go alone? Find out how many there are
and how long they’ll stay. You ferry her there
and then back, Yashka. Go to Aunt Darya’s. Good luck to you, Joan of Arc! Why did he call you that Joan of Arch?
What does it mean? Something like a psychologist. He
knows all sorts of bourgeois words. Valerka told me
they burned that Joan of Arc. He probably just made it up. – Ksanka.
– What? I like you prettier in girl’s clothes. What things you say! That’s right. What are you doing? I won’t let you go alone.
I’m going with you. You want to give me away?
Don’t argue. Go back. Ksanka! Ksanka! Wait, Ksanka! What were Danka’s orders? It’s not that. What’s that for? It’s my granddad’s cross.
It’ll keep trouble away. I’m off. Go ahead. You abandoned her!
You hear? You got cold feet. Say something!
Tell him he’s a coward! Shut up. You mean, everyone run for your life? – Yashka couldn’t have helped.
– You would’ve abandoned her too? What’s the use? He’d have got caught
himself and not saved Ksanka. For shame… Wait for me here. If I’m not back
by evening, you come… Valerka. Who’s there? It’s me, Father Mokei. Danka? Thank God… I thought
you’d followed your father. I’m still alive. Everybody’s gone mad. They threw the bell-ringer
from the belfry for spite. The bell’s not been rung
since Christmas. – What are you here for?
– Looking for my sister. She’s at the inn –
a waitress. Lyuty and his men are billeted there. You say she’s at the inn? Lock my freedom behind iron bars, I’ll steal it, bars and all. Lock my freedom behind iron bars, I’ll steal it, bars and all. Out sailed the moon, then again Hid her fair face. Lock the black steed behind five iron
locks, I’ll steal it, locks and all. I’ve known God and the devil, I’ve been God and the devil. Imprison the maid behind a high fence, I’ll steal her, fence and all. Imprison the maid behind a high fence, I’ll steal her, fence and all… Give us a dance! Give him the guitar. Give us a dance, Gypsy! All of us are feeble, for we are but mortals. Vodka! Way to go, the black head! You’re sharp, Gypsy! I know a pure-blooded
little filly when I see her! How can you tell? By her teeth. I looked round – A coffin flying
over the graves! And beside the road –
ghosts with scythes. And not a sound! Drink, sinner!
Learn to partake of our fare. Hey, Gypsy, you can’t hold
anything but a guitar. Going to take it into battle with you? His horse will wield
the sword for him. Ajugful of vodka for me! Come on, son. Here, hold my hands, guys. Hold his hands, come on. I’ll not have you
breaking my cups! Away,
you anti-Christ! Vodka! Quick! Give me another one! Come here, Ksanka. Good day to you, Uncle Sidor. – Do the men bother you?
– Oh, not at all. Poor orphan.
I’ve brought you a present. – You like it?
– It’s lovely. – Wear it, if you like it.
– Thanks very much. Go now. – Anybody been to see her?
– Not a soul. – Did she go out?
– No. If anything happens, I’ll skin you
alive. She makes out to be innocent.
But I know she’s connected with them. They’ll show up any day now. You see anything suspicious, let me
know. Kornei! So I can’t hold anything
but a guitar? My good men! What are you doing?
Stop it! – Is it time, Danka?
– He must give us the signal. – Give me some cartridges.
– There aren’t any. – Come on, give me a cartridge.
– Give me a cartridge. Missed! The last bullet, Father Philosopher. Now we’ll get it. Here’s how! Drink! Drink, everybody! Drink… drink… drink… THE AVENGERS You want to kill me,
Ksanka? Yaska! Hey, Burnashists! Quick! Behind the counter! They never stop drinking,
and we have to guard them. Hi, Kornei!
Pour me out a drink! One more, Mikola, and you… and you… Mikola? Don’t touch him. He’s an actor. Those eyes so dark,
Those eyes so black, So passionate eyes, so beautiful eyes! I’m in love with those eyes! Good evening. Kornei! Where’s Lyuty? – Does it hurt?
– I don’t mind. Oh, come on! Really. I’d gladly get
wounded every day if… Sit still! I’m in love with those eyes… I’m afraid of those eyes… – What?
– I killed the bastard. What are we to do with them,
Comrade Danka? Go up on the belfry, call the people
together. Let them decide. Vodka… One fine day, Devil
Was feeling bored. He went to Soldier’s house,
Knocked at the door. Said to Soldier’s wife,
”I’ll be no trouble, Just sit in the corner,
Still as rubble.” Said he to her, ”I’ll be no trouble, Just sit next to you,
Still as rubble.” Soldier’s Wife had lived alone,
Many a year. Devil moved in,
His purpose clear. Twelve months went by.
In Devil’s seat Sat seven little Devils eager to eat. I’d gladly join Wife this very day, But Devil Makhno stands in the way. So while I’m fighting in the war, To Devil, Wife, don’t open the door. Comrade Army Commander! An urgent message,
Comrade Army Commander! Zbruyevka’s been freed
by some avengers. Some avengers? Who are they? – Nobody knows for sure.
– And if not for sure? Have you contacted them? That’s impossible. – Why not?
– They are not there. – Who is not there?
– The avengers. – And Zbruyevka, is it there?
– Yes, Zbruyevka’s there. I don’t understand. The avengers! The Red avengers! To Ataman Gnat Burnash. Personal. Read it, Valerka. Greetings, Gnat!
I’m sending you my son, Grigory. I know he’ll be a good Cossack.
He’s still young, but he can kill Red bandits
as good as me. I wish I could
mount a horse myself, but my arms are not as strong
and my legs don’t obey me. All the best to you,
your old friend, Semyon Kandyba. That’s all. And that Grigory is just my size,
isn’t he? What’s on your mind? Time I was paying
Burnash a visit. That’s risky, Danka. Not with this letter. – What if they find out?
– Who? Lyuty is dead.
Nobody else knows me. The people are overfilled
with love and joy when they see their emancipators – the free army of Ataman Burnash. In frantic rage,
the Red Commissars send their henchmen to stir up the people. I hereby declare… The Ataman will pay
a big reward for catching the leaders of
the Red Avengers band… Isn’t that Sidor? Greetings, Sidor! …The money will be paid in czarist rubles, and in Soviet rubles, and in notes signed
by Ataman himself. Let this declaration
be posted in all villages. Ataman Gnat Burnash,
May, 1920. You’re just imagining it, Sidor. Why, I’ve known his father,
Semyon Kandyba, for ten years. A fine upright Cossack… Did you see the papers
of this son of your friend? I did. Pull up his shirt
and see them yourself. They’re lashed into
his back by the Reds. He’ll carry those papers
with him a long time. It was me who lashed him, Gnat! If you’d like more tea,
the samovar is ready. All right. – Grinya!
– What is it, Ataman? Nothing. You may go. If that don’t satisfy you,
I’ve got another paper. A letter from his father,
Semyon Kandyba. You suspect everybody, Sidor –
don’t even trust me. I trust my own eyes.
He’s been here for two weeks, and what’s happened
in that time? Kosoi’s troop was almost wiped out
by men in ambush. Was it by chance? You sent for grain to the village –
not an ounce was found. Was it also by chance? And what about your horses dying
from drinking poisoned water? That Cossack kid’s a spy. You’re worn out from the road.
You imagine things. Go and get some rest. All right, just wait and see, Ataman. You thought I was dead, Shchus,
didn’t you? What is it, Uncle Sidor? You must
have taken me for somebody else. Think so? Maybe I have. Ignat! Saddle my horse. And watch that Cossack kid.
If he disappears, you’ll pay for it. Why should he disappear? They may kidnap our Grinya. Who? The Red bastards. You got it? – Oh, my God!
– Go now. Oh, God… I didn’t believe it myself at first, then looked around, and saw a coffin
flying over the graves. And beside the road –
ghosts with scythes. – And not a sound!
– You don’t say?! Watch out! The horses have bolted! Stop! You all right, Grinya?
Thank God, you’re all right! The damn fool!
What were you thinking of? I’ll tell Lyuty. Uncle Ignat! Uncle Ignat!
Uncle Ignat, come here! What a surprise!
The Cossack kid’s father has come! He’s waiting at headquarters.
Go quickly! Grinya. Grinya! – Grinya!
– What? The Ataman wants to see you. – Has anything happened?
– Yes. Go there, Grinya. You owe us the drinks! Go on. You’ll see for yourself. Go on, go on. – Hurry.
– I’m coming. Our hero. – Go on, Grinya.
– Hi, Grinya. Did you send for me, Ataman? I did. Is that the way
to greet your father? Where’s he? What have you done with my Grinya? Where’s my son? Grinya! Grinya! Hands off! Don’t touch him! You are smart… Keep an eye on him. I didn’t believe at first
either in God or in the devil, too. – Didn’t believe in anything.
– And now? Now I do believe, honest to God. – We’ll take them in one rush.
– That’ll bring the others. If we fail, we die. Don’t be in such a hurry to die.
We’ll think of something better. Let’s go. What if he gets stuck in the chimney? He oughtn’t to.
If only the rope holds! Tommyrot. Wait. Then what did you see? And beside the road –
ghosts with scythes. – And not a sound!
– Tommyrot. Tommyrot. Run! Ksanka’s waiting
in the gully with the horses. Wait. I’ve got a debt to pay. Yashka. Lie down! Turns out
the Cossack kid’s a spy, eh? You hear, Ignat? Take him a potato. If we’re not
careful he may die on us. The Evil Spirit! The Evil Spirit! The Evil Spirit! Ignat! The Evil Spirit is here! Escaped! Escaped! He ran away! The Evil Spirit! Run for your life! He’s escaped, guys!
He’s escaped! To the railway! – Yashka!
– I’ll catch up with you. The Reds! Get your guns! Get your guns! To horse, quick!
To horse, you dogs! There he is, bastard!
Catch him! Follow me! Give me a horse, quick!
Catch him! Take him alive! – Hey, man, what’s happened?
– I don’t know. Wait. Fire! Run for your life, men! The Reds! Where’re they firing from? Take aim! He ran away! Ran away! – Catch him!
– The kid ran away… Catch him! Take him alive!
Take him alive! Follow me! Robbing Buddyony’s train, the rotters.
Let’s drive it off, Valerka. How? I don’t know yet. Wait. That’s Grinya,
the Ataman’s Cossack kid. Put away your gun. – Put all those sacks back.
– Why? Want to die?
The Reds are on your heels. The Reds are coming! They’re surrounding us! Get inside! Hurry, hurry, men!
Prepare for defense! Put the machine-gun in the box-car!
Quick! Climb into the box-car, kid! We’ve been tricked! The Burnash men are on the roof! Let them come closer. Yashka! Once we cross the bridge
we’re safe. The bridge is on fire! The Burnashists have set the bridge
on fire! – Can we make it?
– We’ll try to, son. The bridge is burning!
Jump, mates! Well, boys… Let’s get acquainted.
I am Commander Budyonny. I’m Danka Shchus. – This is my sister.
– Your sister? Ksanka Shchus. I’m Valerka Meshcheryakov. I’m Yashka the Gypsy. No last name. Hear that?
The lad’s got no last name. It shall be Tsigankov, since Tsigan
means Gypsy. – Have you any objections?
– No. Great.
He doesn’t. I’ve heard all about
your feats of valour. You’ll tell us more
when the fighting’s over. You’ll touch it up a bit,
of course. Stories would be dull without a little
exaggeration. But that’s later. Now you are fighters
in the regular Red Army. Above the grim steppe A raven would better not be flying, A raven would better not be crying, For we have no fear of dying. If again storm clouds gather And lurid gets the sky, Call for our aid – We’re not afraid to die. If again storm clouds gather And lurid gets the sky, Call for our aid – We’re not afraid to die. The End

55 thoughts on “Неуловимые мстители

  • September 7, 2019 at 12:15 am
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    В глазах столько веры а в 37 их всех в лагеря и гулаг

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  • September 7, 2019 at 5:32 pm
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    фільм мого дитинства тепер не побачиш ні таких акторів – ні таких фільмів – зараз на екрані – суцільне буржуйське лайно з підарастичним ухилом прикро

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  • September 7, 2019 at 6:23 pm
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    Этот фильм детства .когда солнце встает и четыре всадника появляется .аж душу переворачивает .

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  • September 7, 2019 at 6:38 pm
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    Почему дизлайки?

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  • September 11, 2019 at 8:30 pm
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    Как будто в детство окунулась

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  • September 14, 2019 at 10:15 am
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    Фильм сначала повести
    Отряд чоновцев ( части особого назначения) по
    наводке кабатчика (бывший сослуживец командира отряда) отряд поехал что бы разбить банду Бурнаша
    но сам попал в засаду и был разбит а командир попал в руки бандитам
    этот сюжет пропущен
    и с момента когда командир уже попал в плен
    начинается фильм

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  • September 14, 2019 at 10:31 am
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    Гроб с покойничком над крестами летает
    А вдоль дороги мёртвые с косами стоять
    И тишина
    Классная фраза Краморов на высоте
    С юмором в фильмах всегда было всё порядке

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  • September 14, 2019 at 4:03 pm
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    Очень смешно смотреть на этот фильм, особенно на момент, где священник боится прихода белых. Ждёт наверное, когда родная и любимая армия придет и на ближайшем суку его повесит )

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  • September 15, 2019 at 8:12 am
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    40:25 Родоначальники советской школы паркура!

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  • September 16, 2019 at 1:48 am
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    Читаю комментарии, и как правило ( судя по написанному в них ) пишут люди современники этого фильма, либо же рождённые на момент выхода картины.
    Я же '87 года рождения, но фильм для меня — неотъемлемая часть детства. Сейчас пересматриваю, и как в первый раз, не надоедает. Классика одним словом.
    Спасибо.

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  • September 16, 2019 at 10:32 pm
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    И драма и комедия и приключенченский боевик.Захватывающий фильмец.

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  • September 19, 2019 at 3:30 pm
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    Вставай страна огромная. ВСТАВАЙ ЗА РОДИНУ СССР!

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  • September 20, 2019 at 6:46 pm
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    мстители,мстители…вот это настоящие мстители)

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  • September 21, 2019 at 11:09 am
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    Начало фильма, прям украина сегодяшних дней .

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  • September 22, 2019 at 7:25 pm
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    Как вспомнить с нашего детства, спасибо.

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  • September 23, 2019 at 8:08 am
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    А белые прям плохие были такие?)

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  • September 25, 2019 at 3:02 am
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    На Москву надо, не улавимих

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  • September 25, 2019 at 2:25 pm
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    Хороши были времия и филмь были качественый актеры были професионалный

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  • September 28, 2019 at 5:29 pm
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    Фильм детства!

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  • September 28, 2019 at 7:32 pm
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    Хароши фильм

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  • September 28, 2019 at 7:40 pm
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    Да мы это помним но нашим детям уже не зайдет даже смотреть не станут,наивная пропаганда,и понимаешь это с высоты своих лет;)

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  • October 2, 2019 at 4:40 am
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    не позор ли нашим чиновникам наши любимые фильмы иностранцы скупили и нам же показывают.

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  • October 3, 2019 at 8:13 pm
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    Это не кино это наша память о детстве .

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  • October 3, 2019 at 11:34 pm
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    какая бредятина да ну на х.

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  • October 4, 2019 at 6:52 am
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    Да!!! Наши детские годы. Пионерия,Комсомол.Было братцы было!

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  • October 4, 2019 at 4:21 pm
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    Лажа полнейшая, сказочная, но тем и берёт. Люблю сказки, они убаюкивают.

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  • October 4, 2019 at 4:27 pm
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    Бурнаш – один в один мразь Сталин, забиравший под честное слово не только коров, но и людей – уже безо всяких слов, усатая гнида, Гуталин гнойный.

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  • October 4, 2019 at 7:47 pm
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    Самое лучшее войско. , Махновское войско .

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  • October 6, 2019 at 9:54 am
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    Мне очень нравится Лютый,такой красавчик.

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  • October 7, 2019 at 1:25 am
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    Совковая пропаганда!!!

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  • October 7, 2019 at 2:55 pm
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    Народ с великой радостью и любовью. ..встречает своих освободителей…доблестную армию Атамана Бурнаша…!!!!Красные комиссары.. в бессильной злобе .подсылают своих наймитов..чтобы мутить народ…!!!!🖐🖐🖐Атаману ..Респект..!!!От души..👍👍👍👍Сидор ..сучонка в раз ..опознал…Куда Гриню дели…где Гриня….душу ..рвет…крик отца казака..!!Жалко старого казака ..!!!!Не дай Бог …никому..сына своего пережить…

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  • October 7, 2019 at 4:26 pm
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    Вот это фильм мне очень понравились вот это актёр настоящее

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  • October 7, 2019 at 5:31 pm
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    Каждый год на свой день рождения я пересматриваю мой любимый фильм Золото Маккенны и все серии Неуловимых.Светлая память Эдмонду Кеосаяну за то детство что он нам подарил этими фильмами

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  • October 7, 2019 at 6:39 pm
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    Дуже класний фільм. Хоч я і " інше покоління" але фільм мені сподобався

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  • October 8, 2019 at 6:58 am
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    классика не умрёт ни когда сколько не показывают все3 фильма всё равно пересматриваю

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  • October 8, 2019 at 2:38 pm
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    От коментов тоже слеза.

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  • October 9, 2019 at 3:47 am
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    😭😢👍

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  • October 9, 2019 at 7:02 pm
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    на кол этих пионеров не было бы революции был бы капитализм как в европе а не то что мы имеем сейчас при царе Володе

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  • October 12, 2019 at 7:18 am
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    І в Кампучії , руками підлітків винищили майже половину населення.

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  • October 13, 2019 at 9:55 am
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    Современный перевод – "Неуловимые оппозиционеры экстремисты-террористы".
    Фильм надо запретить… к показу… т
    К. Воспитывает молодежь в духе терроризма-экстремизьма…

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  • October 14, 2019 at 11:18 am
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    Просто отменный фильм! Марвел отдыхает! Кто согласен?

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  • October 14, 2019 at 1:21 pm
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    Большое спасибо товарищи

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  • October 14, 2019 at 7:43 pm
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    Да. Любим фильм. Ой, как сильно…

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  • October 16, 2019 at 9:31 am
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    Патронов полные карманы насыпаны.А вообще,ребята,гражданская война,это война своих против своих.

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  • October 17, 2019 at 12:33 pm
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    Кто дизлайк ставил оини дибил

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  • October 18, 2019 at 11:48 am
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    Самый лучший момент начало когда убивают красную собаку щуся. Хотя по жизни щусь был махновец

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  • October 18, 2019 at 12:28 pm
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    Большинство комментариев грамотные и лаконичные, как заметна разница с теми, что под современными популярными видосами. Очень боязно за будущее.

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  • October 19, 2019 at 9:35 am
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    Да, жестокие времена – жестокие нравы.

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  • October 19, 2019 at 4:38 pm
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    Любимый фильм Тарантино.

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  • October 19, 2019 at 5:10 pm
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    Последние гастроли сегодня вечером последнею лошадью уезжаю домой. Крылатые фразы Буба Касторского. Классный фильм.

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  • October 20, 2019 at 12:50 am
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    Лучший образец пропаганды. По сути фильм про майдан, в точь по украискому сценарию. И заказчики те же. Клан еврейских олигархов Ротшильдов с Рокфеллерами. Только теперь их внуки рулят, но методы те же. Подожгли страну, миллионы людей угробили, Храмы порушили, Веру Православную растоптпли, убили царя.Разгул вооруженного быдла.
    А какую любовь к своим палачам воспитали такие вот фильмы? И ведь хороший фильм то, талантливый. Только всё с ног на голову перевёрнуто. Хорошие-плохие, плохие-хорошие.

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  • October 20, 2019 at 5:23 am
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    До сих пор люблю. А теперь снимают парашу. Такие звездуны,что на душе муторно. Блатные а вместо фамилии клички. И как близняшки

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  • October 20, 2019 at 10:05 am
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    Неувалимие смисители мана ошынь смелий! А лютавий ошена мана пляхой дядинькэ. Иво жёпа нада палька тыкат.

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  • October 20, 2019 at 4:23 pm
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    За вдв

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  • October 22, 2019 at 2:33 pm
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    УкРаиНА. НА! Махновцы ҚАЙДА?

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