Волчья стая (1975)

Given the humbly plaintive tone of a one-armed veteran as he begins the film looking for someone, who would imagine his willful nature were it not for the retrospection of the plot in the flesh of his circumstances? You just have to record the past, a few words are enough to take us there. We then see Levchuk transported to the Pervomaisky brigade on a cart with the wounded Tikhonov and someone else, grumbling about his damned right arm wound made at Long Grid; madman who dared to make plans while in a trench, and rants about the changes and his luck, and because his superior assigned him Klava as a companion (again a companion named Klava, and again a misogynistic partisan - see Through the graveyard - for which it is not enough to be a despot against the humble charioteer Griboyed, it also forces him to divert his course to cross a stinking and gloomy swamp. Klava, like the horse, does not say a word. We only hear the wood of the transport creaking through the water. and the capricious guerrilla shouting at the coachman whom he calls grandfather, as if he were his slave, as if he owed him a debt, Klava's moans and woes were of no use when the water barely reached his waist, the sensible warning was of no use. of the charioteer "grandfather" regarding the danger of the horse drowning, Levchuk only understood his existential annoyance. The burden will be lightened, no matter how much it bothers them, Tikhonov dies and Stepanov, we already know, does not resort to any words, neither dialogue nor monologue. , just music and they dig the hole. Didn't I already say that a simple expression, even in memory, is enough to transport you to another memory from said memory? "look Klava, the sun is rising," and Klava is on the sleigh while the mud thaws; another "Platonov, Platonov... bring Platonov's body" and Klava is there, hugging Vitya in the past. Go on and cry and go on to a small abandoned cabin. The mystery has been solved, in a flash, Klava gives birth to little Maly. In that dusty shack we must celebrate the ephemeral will of luck to make us forget that they are fugitives. Levchuk plucks bulbs and other roots and makes a soup to which Griboed adds the salt he keeps in a cloth bag as if they were African diamonds. They have dinner and even drink something from a bottle that Klava had almost forgotten he had in his jacket. Brandy and desires, Klava remembers his childhood in Moscow, in Solyanka to be exact. And everything would have been great if it weren't for the arrival of armed men in the distance. The most dramatic scene without a doubt, heightened by the uncertainty of the breasted creature. Outside comes battlements and worse than them, traitors who help the Germans Kudryavtsev who was a partisan and goes to the winner. The shooting is infamous, like any other and different from anyone. The fight would perhaps have lasted until dawn, had it not been for the enemies lighting the hut on fire. Between the smoke and the night, Klava dies as he lies lifeless and the baby cries and cries. Levchuk picks her up and runs with the newborn until he is rescued by other partisans. As the story returns to the present we understand the meaning of destiny in the sadness-filled eyes of the now docile Levchuk. The children who were playing in the park outside the housing unit see him strange and take him to the building but before, the resonances of the past hit Levchuk suddenly, looking into the eyes of the girl Platonov "lead the way Taneskka, I came to visit you "after looking for you for so long."