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EARTH I4I
sunflowers, and happiness. Amid banks of fruit, surrounded by his son and grandson and greatgrandson, an old man lies dying. For many years he has toiled and lived on the fruits of his toil. Death does not mean much to these men of the land. Life takes its natural course. This death is but an incident in the life of something greater. The old man eats an apple, and as he does so his eyes wander to a child eating an apple also. The beginning and the end, all is the same with the fruit of the soil. All his life this old man has worked, and he has received no medal for it. Medals are only given by the new collective farm, and he is too late for that. An interchange of words brings out the primitive beliefs of these peasants. " Send me word, Peter, what heaven or hell is like." The old man smiles with happiness and quietly sinks back into death. The whole sequence has been peaceful, marked out by shots held on the screen for a considerable length of time, leisurely and with little movement.
Suddenly we come to the heads of laughing women, to uproarious mirth, blatant and ugly. The cutting quickens with the rise in mood. The women are jeering at the rich Kulak. He is the laughing stock of the village. He resents the overtures of the communal farm. Then we shift to the peasant's house, where the son, Vassily, is trying to convince his father of the need for the communal farm, of which the father is both suspicious and resentful.
Down a long dusty track stretching over the fields, we await the coming of the tractor. The young men have gone out to bring it into the village. The whole landscape seems to be waiting. Grouped in positions