Varljivo leto '68 (1984) - Ceo film

In the spring of the, now long
gone, year of 1968.

it seemed to me that everyone
had the women of their lives, except me.

Time passed by unrelently
and I had a strong feeling that

soon something will happen to
me, something grand and beautiful.

I will fall in love.
Yes, I will fall in love.

I shorted my list of women and from
that shortened list I singled out her.

New professor of sociology,
Nevena Moreno.

All around her, she spread
smell of southern fruit,

tropical seas and
mornings after rain.

But most important was that,

she singled out me from the
crowd. She looked at me.

Because of her, just because of her,

I decided to take marxism
for my final exam topic.

THE ELUSIVE SUMMER OF '68

At first, my choice was
really surprising to my father.

So, marxism?
So suddenly?

Through the whole year C,
and now. Listen...

Maybe you made a mistake?

But you know much this means to me.
Don't change your mind by any chance.

No, no. That and nothing else.

Then, I'm proud of you.

Barely 18 years old and
already getting involved with

the greatest of world's social ideas.

Son, look your father right in the eyes.

You've made a decision that
will mean a great deal in your life.

I'll get somebody to help you.

I'll do it by myself,
I don't need anybody.

Just to be sure.
You listen to me.

We gotta make it in our life.

Modern society is made in that way,

that every opposition turns
to be useful at the end.

You listening to me? - I'm listening, yes.
- You don't hear a word!

You ought to be ashamed. And shame
is a form of revolution. - Here you are, have something sweet.

Is that you, Vladica?
- Here you are.

Dad appointed student
Cile to help me after all.

He insisted that we together
follow world's political events.

He thought that would help me
with the topic

that I had chosen for my exam.

He was dead boring to me

but his charms seemed to work on my sister Vladica

Dear viewers,
good evening.

In the beginning we'll review
the most important domestic and worlds events.

After 12 hours of demonstration
in Paris, that turned into

real battles between
students and the police,

there is nothing but deserted streets.

What happened and what still can
happen has beena terrifying wake up call

from the dream about
best of all the worlds.

Busted skulls and other
fractures cannot all be counted.

That's the battle that hasn't
been seen

on the Parisian ground
since the Second World War.

Clashes, charged with hatred,
are atrocious.

At that time, my father had
been preparing three months

ahead for the duck hunting season.

My younger brother Tadija,
enjoyed in his childhood.

You're done? He's sitting here
for a half an hour and you don't notice.

What is there to be noticed?
Today I'm cleaning my guns.

Don't bother me with some nonsense.

It's over! It's getting close.
- What? - Demonstrations.

Student Cile says...
- You hear what she's talking?

What Cile! -Vladica,
don't disturb your father.

Tadija, you're too big to
poop in the potty, son.

You hear me? -I do.
-So? -This way is better.

And why? -Someone else is
doing all instead of you-Yes mom does it .

Mom, like every mom, had
her hands full.

Get out! Begone!

And don't you ever come
into my house again!

Father threw Cile out. He considered
that he had a negative affect on us.

But politics didn't interested me at all.

Day and night I was fantasizing
about my professor of sociology,

Nevena Moreno.

I decided to punish
her cruley,

and not to speak a word
with her ever again.

Petar, what's the meaning
of Marx's concept of revolution?

I knew that I will
fail the exam

but I stayed tough and resolute.

Alright, tell me, who is the only one capable of accomplishing a revolution?

Petar!

Tadija, sit properly!

Let's have lunch!

Bravo, my son, bravo!

Just like me, passed the exam
from the first try.

Right on time!

Foundations of a healthy diet,
remember that well, are:

Green today, red tomorrow,
and yellow day after tomorrow.

As much vegetables as possible.

Peas, tomato, paprika,
cucumbers for every meal.

And he gets the goose.
-He's talking about me?

Son, dad eats vegetables
first and then meat.

He got himself a meat first!
-Give me some wine.

My son passed the exam of maturity
and we have to drink in that name.

Petar!. Take the tankard, get in
the wine cellar and you'll drink first!

Hurry son, we have to go to visit
grandpa in the hospital.

Let him have some joy.

Listen, Raka called
from Belgrade. - And?

Again about that thing.
Our moving to Belgrade.

We will think about it, for sure.

Just, every smart man
lives in a smaller place.

It's healthier.
- Sudents are in Belgrade.

That's most important.

And why is that most important?

Because they're the only ones who
could make a change, if they rose up.

And they will for sure.
They've had enough.

She means in France...
-In France, really? -In Germany.

And why she mentioned Belgrade?
-She didn't, I did.

I'm telling you about Raka. It will
be good for Perica's studies.

I waited for my father to find
out that I didn't pass the exam

and then to kill me.

But instead of my punishment,
in my life,

so suddenly,
walked in a new neighbour.

Good afternoon.
I am Olja Miranovski.

We talked over the phone
about the apartment. -Yes.

Can I come in? -Of course.
-Thank you.

Olja Miranovski.

Attention!

From now on, in our town
girl Orchestra from Czechoslovakia,

Every night on Lido at 19 hours.

Every sunday we were
going to visit grandpa,

who was in hospital because
of some unknown,

but viscious and incurable disease.

Grandpa.

Wait a minute, Perica.

Four queens.

You skinned them? -Of course!
Why do they play if they don't know how to ?

Perica, is that true what they
are talking about? -What?

That some Czech girls arrived.
What are they like? -Fine.

Year '22 in Brno,
jambree.

Those were the days.

Good afternoon.

Grandpa skinned them
all in poker. -Of course!

Dad, this is the hospital
after all.

I hardly persuaded the director
to take you in,

and you're acting like this!
-These are my last days,

and I won't deprive myself anything.
-You won't, of course.

Last days which have been lasting 20 years.

What did you bring me?
Why so little?

Little? Here's roasted goose,
carrot, potato. Sheep cheese.

Aged? -Aged. -Then hoacake,
pie and pancakes with walnuts.

Dad, if I ate all of this
I would die.

Cowards die a thousand times,
and the brave just once.

Where are the spices? Where's the garlic?
-Here with sour milk.

And salt?

Isn't salt strictly forbidden for you?

Then all of this is for nothing!
Take it!

Dad, please, don't!
It's forbidden. Don't!

Please, let me eat
and drink in peace.

Cheers! -Cheers!

Dad, Perica passed the exam.

Son, tell him the details.
-I know, I know.

The headmaster of the school already told me.

Congratulations, my boy!

Don't worry,
I failed three times.

What about the diet, grandpa?
-Only for tonight.

True. Maybe this is
your last night.

Good day, pleasent meal.
-Good day.

Dad, please hurry.
It's going to rain.

How did you came?
Not on the bikes? -We did.

You black sheep of the family!
What are you doing?

This is century of science,
by yourself a car.

If you need them, you buy them.

Yes!

When I needed them,
I bought them.

And not one but two.

You have pictures at home.
See how grandpa was driving.

How, when father doesn't
allow us to see your pictures.

Why? -There are always
two or three ladies with you.

Dear guests. I have the honour to present
you, our guests from Czechoslovakia!

Orchestra Palenky!

That means dolls like you can see.

I hope that you can understand
now why I was telling you so much

about my Czech semesters.

Whole four years!
Czech is right here!

There was plenty to feel, see,
smell, to taste...

And you could find something
for brave hands.

Last night's incident in University
campus in New Belgrade

it's not just incident anymore.

What it looked like just a rugged
and hooligan ending

of one well controlled night,
today got a new form.

Violent fightings that shook
the University campus,

were just a cause for a long
student protest to start at noon

their march from New Belgrade
to the very downtown.

The crowd of angry students
protesting with their march,

the police was able to stop on the
road near the building of the Federal Chamber.

Soon after that dramatic
event took place,

there was a clash between
the police and the students.

So far we know that there
are injured people

but there were no casualties.

Where to?
-Swimming. -Get back!

You wanna get a stroke from
temperature difference.

First sit here in a shade
for five minutes, both of you.

Saska llic, pharmacist.

All around herself she spread
an irresistible smell of essential oils,

hot summer and sunny sands.

Put something under my head.

And pour me some vine.

I forgot it.
-How did you forget it?

We came to the beach without wine.
-Less wine, less wine. -Silence!

What do you think of? -If we had a
car we could now quickly go fetch it

Petar! Go get wine!
Take a shortcut.

Be here in 20 minutes.
I'll measure the time. Go!

Hi. What are you doing?
-We're preparing an attack on the Czech girls.

Join us, we're stronger togehter.

I can't, I must go
to get wine for my father.

Good afternoon. -Good afternoon.

You are Olja Miranovski,
our new neighbour?

How do you know? -I know.
Petar Cvetkovic, student.

What do you study?
-Politics.

I'm interested in marxism.

And you? -I'm just a school librarian.

I got a spot in your
city library.

Can you show me
the way to the beach? -Of course.

That's where I'm going.
I'll show you.

I don't have a bike.
-Take mine.

I will run, it's not hard for me.
It's close. -No way.

You just show me the
way, I'll find it.

It's not that close.

Alright, then give me a ride.

You drive well?
-No problem.

What is she saying?
-Asking for a name.

Him? Djoka. -Him.

Pera.

What is she doing?

Reading newspapers.
-Is that the way to read a newspaper?

Vladica, come here!

Perica, could you blow this up for me please?

I will do it,
just need to bring wine to my father.

Perica, only top button.

Perica has a wife.
Perica has a wife.

What is he babbling about?
What wife?

A big wife.

Brother has a wife.

You, who were you talking to over there?

What do you smell like...
Where were you roaming around?

You smell like perfume. -I just
showed her the way to the beach.

What do you have to show her a way?!

How can it be that no one on the
street, not one perfumed girl,

asks me?
-Don't hit me!

Who're you talking to?
Is he talking to me? -Of course.

I don't understand why
did you hit him. What did he do?

See how he's talking to me.
And you don't understand, right?!

Who is the father here,
me to him or him to me?

These are the same ones that
made riots in Germany and France.

Their fathers feed them,
and they're demostrating.

Now this one in Belgrade.
A frog sees how big the horse is,

so ite wants to become one.

It's not going to happen!
-We're going to. -Where?

To help demonstrators in Belgrade.

There is Cile with students,
they're preparing to go to Belgrade.

Nobody will move from here!

He is some student!?
He's studying 100 years already!

He's eating someone else's bread,
and he wants to change my world!

We came here to get some fresh air,
to swim and sunbath.

That's it! Let's go lie in the sun.

Dear visitors,
the temperature is rising,

it is now it's 32 degrees Celcius.

We wish you a pleasent
dwelling on our Lido!

Here are some more Viennese waltz.

Right here! Lay down!

Don't you look at those
punks overthere.

Cile is taking care of himself.
And eats pie and yogurt.

He agitates.
-And everything he says is true.

Do you see what he's doing?

How can I see when
you told us to lay down?

You, stand up. Bring me the pills.
-For the blood pressure or appetite?

Can't you see I can't breathe?
Why would I need for appetite?

So for blood pressure.

My head is bursting.

Less wine, less wine!

Pardon judge. Can you spare
me a moment? Excuse me madam.

I haven't heard anything.
-Yesterday in Belgrade.

Students bariccaded in the
faculties and won't come out.

You know what paroles
they were using?

Down with social differencies!
Down with red burogoisie!

Down with the corruption and down
with just one set of people in power!

Come on, nonsense!
I don't know nothing.

You didn't say anything,
I haven't heard anything.

We're on the beach, for God's sake!
-Alright but... -There's no but!

We drudge, we're working here
and we don't have time for that.

Excuse me, but I still
have something to say to you.

My wife is complaining.
-On students?

No, no. On your son, Perica.
-Excuse me?

Perica is not a child anymore and
he started to act, well a little indecent.

How do you mean indecent?
-Well, breathing down her neck.

Breathing? -Yes. You see,
everytime she go to shop,

he is always there, behind
her and always so close,

so she can feel him.
Like this...

That's what I had to say to you.
And I beg you to do something. -I will.

Don't worry I will. And where
is your wife so I can apologize?

Here, if you please.

I'm sorry, it will not
happen again. -Let's hope so.

Good afternoon.
-How did you teach your son?

It's always my fault.
Excuse me, please.

Highschool rector was looking for you.
-What does he want? -I don't know.

Pera is like our grandpa,
so am I.

Good day.
-You probably heard.

I haven't heard anything
and I don't know anything.

You have to know. Believe me,
there's nothing I could do.

We're friends,I respect you.
Your father especially.

But I couldn't do anything.

About F's in geoography and
history, I fixed that,

but at the final exam
your Perica didn't say a word.

Not a word?

You know our professor of sociology?

Take a look at her body.
Look at those curves.

You see, how can I say that,
in those motherly curves,

Perica was looking inappropriately,
and he didn't say a word of the matter.

Believe me, we had to fail him.

Every member of comission was
there, I couldn't do anything.

I understand.

Petar!

My son to got an F in marxism!

At this particular moment!
And he's hiding that!

He gave you his word of honour...
-What word?

If he knew what honour was,
he wouldn't allow

the whole town to laugh at me!

Son of county judge failed his final exam!

I made a great sacrifice
so you can be able

to be doctor, architect, engineer
or judge some day!

I don't want to be a judge.
-What did you say? -Nothing.

Answer my question, you hear.
-I don't want to be a judge! -You won't?

Pull down your pants!

It seems like the war in Vietnam
is reaching its climax these days,

judging by American war operations

and by bloody retaliation
on innocent Vietnamese people.

Pentagon is saying that right
now, over North Vietnam

8 American planes and 9
helicopters were destroyed.

But the Pentagon is keeping the
exact informations about

how many pilots have been killed,
saying just that,

382 pilots and 289
other crew members

died over South and North Vietnam.

Saygon is saying

that French goverment firmly refused
wishes of South Vietnam

for restitution of diplomatic relations.

De Gaulle is constantly convicting
American interferance in the war

and demands that South Vietnam...

You, stand up!

Say good night to your father,
mother, sister and brother.

Why good night?
It's day. -It's night for you.

Pitch black. Understood?
-Understood. Good night.

Where are you going?
-We're solidary.

Excuse me?

I didn't say anything. -You did,
with your look. Like you don't know,

in what state our
society is today.

Veso, what's wrong with you? No
one can object anything with you.

You recently joined the Party,
you're new. -Exactly!

My son must have at
least a B in Marxism!

They forgot how to bring up children.
Today it's coming back to them.

Under my roof that would
not be the case! Period!

Petar! Petar!

From tomorrow you must not
pass by the drug-store. That's first.

Second: Sign up into a library
and read all about marxism.

Clear? -Clear.

What's clear? Repeat.
-I can't pass by drug-store,

to sign up into a library and to
read all about marxism.

That's right.

That night I firmly decided
to listen to my father.

I would not pass by the drug-store,

but I will sign up into
library, for sure.

And read everything about marxism.
Olja Miranovski.

Bring it!

Come on!

Bravo, dog, bravo!

One more time, bring it!

Come on,
don't do it mechanically.

Come on! Dog, doggy! Here you
horse. Bring it here.

Sit! Sit!

Don't do it mechanically,you horse!

Capital can be created in
productive process before

and it must be created in it,
before learning...

Capital can be created in
productive process

and it must be created in it,

before learning to master
its own extrems.

You're learning, I see.

Marxism, son.

Marxism is not like the other
matter, geography for example.

You can live, even if you don't know,

where is Abu Dhabi,
Singapore, Singhal.

Or from the history, when did
king Milutin came to a throne.

But marxism, you must simply
know it. Do you understand?

It will follow you your whole life.

Marxism is pervading all
the pores of our society.

It's truly neccesary.
Do you understand that?

I do. And you had to join the
Party in your late ages

to progress.
-Who said that? Who?

That's not true, I didn't have to.
I always wanted to join.

I felt that so intimatly
and deep inside of me.

The situation just wasn't right before...
Are you interrogating me?

You want me to slap you
behind your ear?

Hoodlum! You have a big mouth,
but don't know anything from the matter!

Come on, say something from the book!
Say it! -What to say?

Veso! Phonecall!

Read that from A to Z,
from cover to cover.

I will examine you.

Who is it? -Belgrade.
-Why me?

What do I have to do with Belgrade?
Hang up, that's some provocation.

Buddy Raka.
-And what if it isn't Raka?

Are you insane? Taking calls
from Belgrade in moments like these.

Hang up! We aren't going to Belgrade.
I have no attention of doing that.

Raka about those hooks
you were looking for.

Hang up. Not a word! Hooks!
They want to play with me.

Hooks? You won't hook me.

They said on television last night,

that public rallies are forbbiden in Belgrade.

And you're still staring at that TV?
Staring!

And what did I say?

Sealed until until further notice!

Hello, Perica. What are you doing here?
-I came to sign up.

Nice.

Come on.

None

Enough! Turn it off!

How many of this kind of movies
you played in your restaurant?

Five.

Where did you get them from?
-From Germany.

Actually from Denmark.
That's the best quality.

You know that's forbbiden?
-I didn't know.

And customers don't
mind at all. -Take him.

This should be locked
until the inquest.

After the trial it should be
burned infront of comission.

What do you think, what fine he
will get? -Maximum they can.

Let's see what happened next.

Dog!

On the spot, dog! Sit!

Bravo, dog!

Summer. -Elusive.
- What is elusive?

You said summer. And it's really
elusive. It's raining so often.

Where is he? Did he go to the
library? -Three times.

Why three times?
-First time, to sign up,

second time, to pick up the books,
and third, to pay for the membership.

And now? -He went for the fourth time.
-Why now? -To sign up Jova and Djoka.

You see how it worked? Even
an animal you can teach,

and not one young hot head.

You just need...
-Hand of steel!

Let's have lunch.

You scared me.

I feel that something
is breathing down my neck.

You want something? -Yes.

You want some book? -No.

What then?

You.

That's the new generation!

Everything without effort,
without work, without knowledge.

They just want to enjoy!
And breath down women's necks.

If we have a car,
he would be at home more.

He'd be doing something around the engine.
And everything would be fine.

I will employ him at my friend Spasoje.
He will be working hard.

His back will ache
from the hard work!

And what about the school?
Let him finish that highschool.

Let him see what the
working class.

He'd be working by day,
and learning by night.

That's marxism in practice.
-I'm not sure.

Well, I am!
Said-done.

Turn it off!

Here you are.

Thank you very much.

Good morning, buddy.
-Hello, buddy.

I brought my kid,
like we agreed.

Don't worry. He will be just fine.
Come on kid!

You know that Spasoje
is engaged? -Again?

It's like he got right this time.

I found her through some connections.

Healthy, strong. Not like
these girls today.

And most important, virgin.

My fiancee,
your boss.

Good afternoon.
-Hello.

Take off your pants.

Why are you staring? Pants!

You see that truck?

Don't stop until you
unload all that flower!

Not much. Four and half tone.

Her name was so simple,
Jagodinka Simonovic.

She smell like fresh pastry,
salt pretzels and bake heaven.

Go play outside, Vilkica.

Why are you looking at me like
that for two days now?

You fell in love?
-You're engaged.

That's right.

Pera, Perica!

What? -Nothing.
I just wanted to hear your voice.

Where is your tie, dad?

Even if it's hot like hell?
-There must be an order in hell too.

This is not some village
but civilized town.

We're not some village bakers I've
learned my trade in Belgrade.

In civilization there's a system.

And inside that system are,
you father, you brother and me.

Order must come from our family,
and not from some students.

Jagodinka. -What is it? -Nothing.
Just wanted to hear your voice.

You just knead,
it won't hurt you.

Get out!

What does it mean? -From now on
you can watch television.

Comrade Tito said,
that students are right.

Petar, hold this.
Phone! Must be Raka.

Daughter, tonight is quiz.

Hello?

Fine. Alright.

You say, you're satisfied
with work in a bakery?

Do you hear your father?

You see that he's on cloud
nine. We're bothering you?

What did you ask?

How is it for you in a bakery?
-Great. - Really?

Really great? -I think so.

And why did Spasoje call me
then? Watch on that TV.

I think it was about you.
Why did he banish you from the bakery?

That's 'cause of that breasted baker woman.

You raff! Hoodlum!

I understand your age, puberty,
but why her, friend's future wife?!

You bastard!

After the speech he made,
president Tito is still receiving

telegrams from all parts of our country.

Till tonight president recieved
over 600 letters and telegrams.

Worker's collectives, social-
politic organizations,

students and citizens are honestly
expressing their assent

with Tito's words
and they're saying that,

like they were solidary in accepting
social and economy reforms,

they are solidary now to conduct
those reforms until their goals.

Telegrams and letters also confirmed,

that workers are eagerly waiting
decisions from the head of the Party

promising that they will put
maximum effort to

to revive those ideas.
In the most telegrams,

that Tito received from the
students, it's confirmed,

that they are categorically insisting
on coherent realization

of Tito's conception of
our way into the socialism.

Foreign agencies mainly did
properly informed their publicity

about reactions of Yugoslavian
students on Tito's speech.

While the situation still was
tense last night,

journalist of France Press is saying,

just one speech that Tito made
on TV, made all disappear.

Almost all of students and
professors of Belgrade University

unanimously agreed that
after one week strike

they will continue their
work on Monday or Tuesday,

because chief of state,
very simply explained them,

what he intends to do
for them and country.

Similar informations are
published by Reuters,

Associated Press
and other agencies.

You decided? -I did.

All of it? -All.

Cile! What have you done?

Nothing.

I cut my hair.

I'll never forget you.
-Give me something to remember you.

Give me your shirt.
It has your smell.

I had to come after
my baker girl.

I couldn't stand not a day,
not an hour without her.

Since she left,
my heart was beating

in the rhythm of her name.

Crazy heart ceaselessly
repeated:

Jagodinka Simonovic, Jagodinka Simonovic,
Jagodinka Simonovic...

Dad, it's time for us to
talk very seriously.

For the sixth time I'm prolonging
your stay in the hospital.

It's time to go back home.

Here is the real living.
Here.

Medical highschool has their practical part here

Besides, maybe these
are my last days.

Dad. I cannot beg the director
of the hospital anymore.

It's true that he's my friend,
but you're going too far.

You're healthy. -Me? -Sure.
-And my back is hurting,

my knees tremble,
then bile, nerves?

I am your father
and it's your duty,

to make the director to do that.

Besides you don't have to. I made
him play poker and he sucks.

I will forgive him his debt
if he doesn't throw me out.

Chief of the hospital,
2 200 000.

Highshool headmaster
about 3 000 000.

Highshool headmaster? -He also
likes to play and he also sucks.

I'll forgive him his debt
if Perica passes the exam.

What? You need money?

Dad, I have big troubles.

What is it? Talk.

Perica is missing.

What do you mean? -He fell in love
with that Spasoje's fiancee

and ran after her in Belgrade.

I told Raka to find him.
But nothing.

I can't call the police,
I would be ashamed.

Him? Women?
Petar!?

That's my grandson! Where is
he now so I can kiss him?

That's not pedagogic. I scold
him and you want to kiss him.

How can I not kiss him?
I was the same in his age!

Dusko Mandic! Dusko!

Just wanted to hear your voice!

For unfortunate love
and liberating death.

Comrade, you're sitting
on my wife's seat.

I came after her, and she already
have found some other clown.

She forgot everything in two days.

Tell him to stand up.
-You see what state he's in?

Tell him. -My wife doesn't
have a place to seat.

You have a ticket?
-"L'amour est terrible."

"La morte e bella."
-Where is it conducter?

He's so sweet.

Tadija!

Czech are holding so well.
That Dubichek is worth them like a gold.

Dubchek. -How do you know?
-I had a chance

to exchange ideas with
some philosophy students.

Comrade judge, should we bring
that band for wellcoming of president?

Not a chance! We would be embareced.
He's a gentleman, man of the world.

Mila, check please!

Let's go!

You must be comrade Micic?
- That's right. -Welcome.

Wellcome? -A little county and
patriarchal custom.

It's suitable.
After all, you're new president.

I am Cvetkovic,
local judge. My wife.

I'm glad. -My daughter.
My wife. And my younger son.

That's my wife and my daughters.
-What was your trip like? -Awful!

Good at the start, but then
some drunk noddy came in

and started to vomit in the car.
That's the youth of today.

Please, car is waiting.
-Thank you.

Thanks collegue. I didn't expect
something like this.

If you need something,
don't hesitate to ask.

Take a look. Pittyful is the father
that has a son like this.

Sorry and pittyful.

There was a meeting today
betweeen Communist Party of SSSR

and Communist Party
of Czechoslovakia.

As Agency Tass is saying
meeting was full of

total honesty, openess
and mutual understanding

and it was objected to develop
more stronger

of traditionally
friendly relations of

between Parties of two nations
founded on the principals

marxism, Leninism and
proleterian internationalism.

Both delegations...

Why do we brush our teeth now?
-Guests are coming.

And what are we going to do to them?
-Shut up and brush like crazy!

For that embarassment,
you will get detention.

Dad, it's not the medieval ages.
-Shut up you bastard.

President of the court
mustn't find out,

that you were that
raff from the train.

Man who can't educate his own son,
can't and mustn't be a judge!

Veso! -I'm coming!

And don't make a sound!

Your roses are wonderful.
-That's my work.

Yes, your work.
And who's watering them?

You're watering them,
but I give them a soul.

Please, let me show you.

I interbreed them, graft them.
I know their every particular need.

You see, this is Elvira,
there is Simonida, then Teodora.

And what's the lady's name?
-Leposava. -Leposava.

Here! This
would be Leposava.

Please, madam.
Let me show you our house.

Our local bicycle union is
organizing duck hunting.

I don't know why people
are rushing so much.

You know how many cars there is?
105 000. -And you're not for cars?

While I'm live we're
not going to buy that.

This is old family vineyard.
-Congratulations.

You know what you live for.

In this house we're drinking
only top class drinks.

Can we try that? -Of course.
I have something special for us.

Good old fashion of living.
Peaceful, quiet, calm...

I always say to my husband,

that something like this has
to exist somewhere.

What are you doing here?
-We're in a visit.

You're so sweet!

Let my sister go.
It's two of us, we're stronger.

Just go ahead. I haven't be
scared of stronger than you.

This wine is from 1928.
Famous vintage.

There's only this bottle
left. Here you are. -Thank you.

You're lucky. Home, family,
peace, stability.

Eh my collegue... I'm sorry.
-Something's wrong with the wine? -No.

What can be wrong here?
This is paradise!

I remembered my pain.
It's not right, but still,

even if we see each other for the
first time, I'll relieve you my soul.

Feel free. If I can help you
with something. Go ahed.

It's about my children. -Excuse me?
-I practically run away here.

To pluck them off from bad company.
You're lucky to have such kids.

Me? -You don't know what
kind of troubles I had.

Comrade president... -Don't comfot me,
I haven't told you everything.

I'm sorry, you're wonderful man.
I have to complain to someone.

And who can I complain to?
-You didn't had problems.

Tadija and Vladica are angels.
-Now I will show you.

Hand of steel is the cure.

He's tide up. -Who?
- My ex problem.

My oldest son.
Come on.

Petar! I will kill you!

I will kill him.
I will kill you, Petar!

Here are the photos that
reminding us on those days,

when the struggle for the foundations
of the first sky-scrapers began.

The most important thing at the start

was to take the land from
the river and swamp.

On 800 hectare came
21 millions cubic of sands.

All that work without help of engines,
using only pickaxe and shovel.

For two decades 20000 apartments
was finished. There are schools,

health centers,
cinemas, shops,

everything that
100 000 citizens need.

So that's in a few words, yesterday,
today and tomorrow of a New Belgrade.

And that tomorow is beeing
made by the hands of young workers.

Dear viewers, good bye.

Daddy. -Sorry my darling.
I'm pensive.

You don't know, Vladica,
the troubles I'm in.

If you didn't get the good grades,
I wouldn't know what to do...

Daddy, I want to read you
something from my diary.

Read it.

After everything that happened,
this turbulent and decisive year 1968.

is promising that in the near future
we're going to fulfil all our awakened hopes.

Fully employment will be achived,

we will not owe anyone, social
differences will almost not exist,

and our whole country will be flowered
and beautifuly arangged garden,

united community of nations
and ethnic groups.

What dead line to make for this?
Five or six years?

Daddy, you're crying.
-I'm happy, my daughter.

Happy, beacuse you pervade,
feel, you know things.

You, 15 years old, know more than
that idiot of mine in his 18.

First son!

Come on, daddy.
He'll pass the exam.

Trust me. He promised me.
-I don't know, my daughter.

Maybe this year of '68 is
good for a mankind

but for me it's a disaster.

Here come grandpa with Czech girls.
-What grandpa?

You're all insane! Vladica,
please, go stop him!

No, no. I will go!

Your grandson is passing the exam
and you're in a parade with those Czechs.

This is too much.

I came out to have some joy.

This may be the last
night of my life.

That would be 1000th jubilant.
-My darling.

Everyone has to die sometime.
We're all of flesh and blood.

I will die first.
-You won't. -I will. -No.

Go and see if Petar is coming..

And I failed three times.
So what then?

I was best geometar in the whole county.

You're still using my cadastres.

And I spent 8 years filling
and rearranging

what you wrote.
-You are my son.

You had to make some
contribution in life.

Brother is coming! Brother is coming!
Brother is coming!

Brother is coming!
- He's coming?

But he hanged his nose down.
-Hanged his nose down?

Clear! He failed!

Petar, grandpa's pride!

Congratulations!
-He's congrulating him.

So, brother? -I passed.
-Passed, of course!

Mama, he passed the exam!
-He passed beside my grave!

Die, Veselin Cvetkovic! Die!

My son! You passed.
-He passed?

I will remember this day, 20 of
August, until I die.

Your highschool rector's
debt is now gone.

And now, the two of us
will merry until the dusk.

This is your first big night.

Your first big night.

And maybe my last.

Pera, Pera stop.

Petar, how it's wonderful to live!

I'm fed up with hospital,
wheelchairs, spoons...

My legs and my heat are still
good. I want to live Petar!

Grandpa!

Look Petar, carp!

Here you are, your carp.

One litar of white wine. -Grandpa!
-Grandpa's pride!

Rumpus salad, sliced sheep
cheese, chilli pappers.

To remind ourselves of
everything we used to love.

Right away Mr. Cvetkovic.

This is my older brother.

Dance, Petar,
make me proud.

Ruzenka. -Petar.

We must bring him back to life.

A long time ago I was study in
Prague with good soldier Svejk.

Dance, Petar.

Eh, how did we randan in my time!

In Prague, on the Karlo's Bridge.

Petrchek, wake up. Live.
-No, I want to die.

This may be the last
night of my life.

You're dancing with a dead man.

Last salute.

You only live once, Petar,
remember that.

Only once!

If I could only live for another 10 years!
And then I would retire.

My blood.

This is my tree.
I call it a tree of life.

How do you say tree? Tree?
-Vrba. (Willow)

It is a willow.

I come here when something
significant happened in my life.

First grade, end of elementary
school, first year of highschool,

scarlet fever, grandma's death.

I wanted to hang
myself here once.

Would you come one time in Prague?

One time! Hundred times!

That morning,

like I premonited, finally
I have found a woman of my life,

Ruzenka Hrabalova.

I've decided
to give my Ruzenka,

the most beautiful bouqet
of roses from a father's garden.

Simonida.

Emilia.

Leposava.

Armed forces of SSSR,
Democratic Republic of Germany,

Poland, Hungaria and Bulgaria, in the
night between Tuesday and Wednesday,

ocuppied the whole territory
of Czechoslovakia..

During the night
Radio Prague announced that,

forces of 5 states of
Warsaw Pact are entering

from all around on
Czechosolovakian ground.

Radio appealed on citizens
to maintain peace and order.

When did they gone? -Just now.

That's how started and ended
my first and great love that

long gone year of 1968.

I haven't seen Ruzenka
Hrabalova ever again.