Studio Soyuzmultfilm Moscow 1950
The Magic Mill A Russian fairytale
directed by Olga Khodataeva, written by M. Bulatov art director Petr Nossov words (poems) Michael Volpin
cameraman Elena Petrova, music Tamara Popatenko sound Boris Filchikov. ass. V Veseltsjakova B Petin, N Dragunov, K. Apestina, cutter V. Yegorova
artists G. Nevzorova, K. Malyshev, O. Ghemmerling, D. Anpilov, animators R Davydov, I. Stariuk, L Bredis, I Podgorsky, F Yepifanova, N Fedorov, B. Yukin
voice artists: Old man-Boris Chirkov, Cat - George Millyar, Cock - Nikolai Alexandrovich
On a mountain in a hut poor No fence, no gate, a drafty door
Lived together, always had Granddad and his Vaska Cat
a rooster with a golden comb was the third friend in this home
It looks like it's going to be raining
this sudden wind, the storm, the lightning...
gather all the grain guys
hurrying in the house now would be wise.
Petushok please open the door It might be honest guests, the poor
We're just animals, not here for a courtesy visit We're just soaked and cold, to be explicit
and love to warm our bones at your place of fire We're not up to mischief, just want to get dryer
What a rain wherever you go.
Go sit by the fire, and warm till you glow
Who is it knocking outside?
I'm longing to dry, please let me hide
The rain flooded my lair!
What a misfortune, a burden to wear
Well, warm yourself, poor porcupine.
Vaska Cat, hand me this knife of mine
One, two, three, four, five
Cutting six then with my knife
Rain poured in my lair
and you have warmth, fire, dry air
Can I stay here instead?
Where will I find enough bread?
After all she must be
very hungry too, you see
We do have lots of wheat
but it's flour that we need
and for grinding wheat you will
need some kind of mill
where do we a millstone find?
one needs for whatever kind of grind
Finding a millstone on can do nearby
where there is a mountain high
Oh near mountain to you I bow
please help us in our sorrow now
We have grain but no flour
Could granting us a millstone be in you power?
I am sure the mountain, ku-ke-ri-ku
Will not deny this to an old man like you
I'll be on my way, so do please stay
till I come back this way, I'd say.
Oh mountain high
by the goodness you personify
And the generousness you keep high
We have grain but have no flour
if granting us a millstone is within your power
for grinding wheat we will
need to build some kind of mill
We have nothing to give our guests to feed
flour to bake bread is what we need
We have wheat and we are good willing
but we need millstones for our milling
To an old man's hosting wish please do
show mercy, Ku-ku-ri-ku
What an outbreak of light I see over there
In all my life I haven't seen this anywhere
It's the first time I solemnly swear I see a miracle so fine and fair
What perfect measurements has this pair
Hey you guys, hold on there
Shouldn't say "thank you" be our first care?
We bow to you, oh mountain high
it's time for us to say good-bye
We need to go now, If you'll excuse me
Our guests await us, I hope you'll see.
we will build a mill, tuk-tuk
Challenging for us to build one, tuk-tuk
It will be a miracle, tuk-tuk
A mill for grinding wheat, tuk-tuk
Tuk - Tuk!
Go on, go on, wings of us
Go around, go with force
Let the millstones that we've found
As grinding friends go round and round.
Cock, come here to verify
Tell me that is not a pie
Behind him comes a pancake
And yet another one it baked
and after pancakes come some rolls
so golden, now dark and hot it holds
a loaf of bread, as it unfolds
if coming from a perfect mold
Thank you so much little mill
You are a truly wonder-mill
Eat, bunny, to your health
aren't these carrot-cakes a wealth?
cakes like that really are
to a hare like caviar
Take a rest now little mill
that your wonders may not spill
all are fed now, so if you will
you can rest now wonder-mill!
Then drove by the king of Androze. who had a lengthly sized nose,
Greedy hands to fit that size and envy glowing in his eyes
I do not see it very clear
Who is just arriving here?
Good day dearest granddaddy
I am the king
Bread and salt to welcome me
for "the dream come true" I bring
Who does ever meet a king?
One sees kings in many dream,
not to lie about it, but it seems
when the dream is gone the king is gone
So who knows what I remember tomorrow, when the dream is done.
Not opening your mouths, do you?
Bad cat hurry on fast, shoo
hurry on down to the spring
my horses do need watering
and you my cock, hush! Hurry on too!
Now, old man, show your house to me
Tell about your life to me, while showing hospitality
I am not complaining about how I live
I even have cakes when guest arrive
so do come in my simple abode
do rest yourself from the weary road
Go on, go on, wings of us
Go around, go with force
Let the millstones that we've found
as grinding friends go round and round
What do I see? A miracle!
And isn't this mill real beautiful?
This generous little wonder-mill
I do not keep outside. It will
in my aging years provide
enough to feed my appetite.
All of you! Please help! Please do!
Over us has come great woo
It's jammed as if it was done with glue
Czar Adroze with his nose, if you will
Has stolen our little wonder-mill
We need to catch up with him, quick,
Before he gets away, the prick!
I will go flying on ahead
And land on king androze's head
With my beak his face I'll peck
and tear his beard right of his neck
Follow the rooster gone ahead before he does what he has said
Now a cheesecake! Now a cake!
Now a scone! And a scone.
Say a pretzel, and a pie
Now a roll, my oh my
You're a robber and an thief!
Done a foul mischief!
Give the mill right back to us
I'll peck your nose, you treacherous
crook, I'll rip your beard of
For I am not a peaceful dove
Grab him, servants, silence his yell
Grab him firmly, tie him well
Oh, by heaven and by hell!
Drown him in the well!
Hi, hi, hi. Du-ke-ri-dok
That's and end now to our cock!
Ka-ka-ka. Ku-ka-ri-Ku
I'm offended, won't forgive you
Treacherous crook, I'll rip your beard of
For I am not a peaceful dove
You're a robber and an thief!
Done a foul mischief!
Come out servants, end your things
and grab this rooster by his wings!
Heat the over, throw him in!
and may he burn there for his sin!
Where are you servants?
He's here again
covered with soot and furious for ten
I have no power!
Can't stop the ghost
Go from this tower, I'm not your host!
Look, flying there: the golden comb
The little mill he's bringing home!
serves him well, the crooked nerd
A lesson for the future learned
And from then on never without food They all lived peaceful as it should
all of good will
feeds the mill
if you're steadfast
and will last
crooks this home will pass by
but the mill will not deny
any other passers by
and with pretzels them supply
The little grinding mill
The little wonder-mill
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