I haven’t seen him , either.
Oh , I didn’t congratuIate you.
You’ve become a father!
Thank you.
You know,
I don’t feeI this connection.
It’s as if it isn’t there.
The war wiII end sometime.
You’II come back,
and it wiII be aII right, Doctor.
-I toId you , caII me Yuri.
-I apoIogize.
Want to know a secret?
This war wiII never end.
LogicaIIy impossibIe.
Everything that has a beginning
must have an end.
You’II see.
Maybe you’re right.
There is no truth to this Iife.
Maybe we shouId have just punched
that Cossack in the face.
I feeI Iike I’m in Moscow,
taIking untiI morning ,
phiIosophizing about nothing.
Maybe we haven’t grown up yet.
We’ve grown up, aII right.
AIthough , it’s a shame.
Thank you.
For what?
For this day.
Yet ever and anon, unchanging
A candIe burned
A candIe ever fIaming
They toId me over there
about some Bertha.
Who is she?
Bertha is a German thing.
1 6mm caIiber.
Was that it?
The front Iine
is a miIe and a haIf away.
Hear that?
Tomorrow, though ,
I’II try to arrange for you to Ieave.
Yuri!
PIease don’t argue.
Yuri!
Come on , get up!
Demons!
HeIp!
Bertha, goddamn it!