Federal Agency for Culture and Cinematography
Animos Studio 2005
Present
Aleksandr Sergeyevich Pushkin
He's here! He's here!
The Captain's Daughter. Based on the novel by Aleksandr Pushkin
Sir, will you not order me to turn back? - What for?
There! There! That little cloud! A snowstorm is building up, sir!
Pyotr Andreyevich! Why this haste? As if you were going to your wedding?
Please don't be smart with me. Quickly! Go on!
Hold on!
Oh, Lord!
Just wait, I say.
I had just turned 16 when my father decided it was time for me to join the service.
Savelyich, who'd been made my personal attendant, was charged with looking after me.
I approached my destination.
Now, that's enough, Savelyich! Let's make peace!
Trouble, sir. The snowstorm. There is no longer any road.
Why did you not listen to him? Heaven only knows where we are now.
There is no longer any road. And it's all dark.
Hullo, driver! What is that black thing over there?
Heaven only knows, excellency.
It must be a wolf or a man.
Listen - I smelled smoke. A sure sign that a house is near. Let's go, sir.
I had then had a dream that I have never forgotten,
as I recall the strange events of my life.
Your father is on his death-bed and wishes to bid you farewell.
This is not my father.
It makes no difference, kiss his hand.
Well, well, so here you are again in our part of the world. Where in heaven's name did you come from?
Was flying about in the orchard, pecking hemp-seed. Grandmother threw a stone, but missed.
And how are your folks? How are ours?
They began to ring the bell for Vespers, but the priest's wife forbade it. The priest went visiting and the devils are in the graveyard
Where's the guide?
Here, Your Honour.
Well, brother, are you cold?
Tea is not a Cossack's drink.
Hey!
You're too thinly clad. Take... But wait...
- Where you're taking it? - Take my hareskin tulup coat.
That hareskin tulup is completely new.
Come on, give it. Give it to me, I tell you!
Giving is good, but to give to a drunkard...
Thank you, Your Honour! I shall never forget your kindness.
And you, my dear Pyotr Andreyevich, do bemoan yourself too much,
because you have been shoved into our little hole of a place.
Get used to it, and you'll love it.
For instance, Alexei Ivanovich Shvabrin, transferred to us 4 years ago
on account of a murder.
Heaven knows what ill-luck befell him.
Oh, I heard of your arrival yesterday, Grinyov!
Keep your arms straight out.
You will understand my desire to see, at last,
a human face.
Shvabrin was really not stupid.
His conversation was lively and interesting.
He described to me, with much raciness and gaiety, all the country,
where my fate had led me.
Masha, the captain's daughter,
He described to me as being rather silly.
Captain's daughter,
Do not go for a walk at midnight.
Hup - two
Garrison, stop! Hup - two.
Oh, children, brave lads.
A bullet is a silly woman, but a bayonet is a fine young lad.
Forward! Stab! Defend yourself!
Lash out from your butt!
What is my Ivan Kuzmich doing today that's memorable?
Listen you, my dear, I was training the little soldiers.
Enough of that. Better you sit at home and pray to God.
So, what if your fortress is attacked?
Don't you worry! There's been no trouble for a long time.
When we transferred from the regiment here, I used to be afraid of those confounded pagans.
But now I would not budge an inch.
Well, Vasilisa Yegorovna is a brave lady.
And Marya Ivanovna, is she as bold as you?
Masha?! No, Masha is a coward.
Once, I tell you, on her mother's birthday party
I thought of firing our cannon.
The poor little dove was so frightened, she nearly left for the other world.
Since then we've never fired that confounded cannon anymore.
Several weeks passed, and life in the fortress became
not merely endurable but even pleasant for me.
Marya Ivanovna soon ceased being shy with me.
Hey, children, brave lads...
Stab! Defend yourself! Lash out from your butt!!
Forward! Stab with the long end!
Stab with the short end!
By destroying thought of love,
I try to forget its beauty.
And, alas, by avoiding Masha,
I hope my freedom to regain.
Oh, you, who knowest my sorrows...
- Give it back! - Take pity... Masha, on me!
- seeing me in this miserable plight ... - Stop it!
...take pity on your captive.
You'd do better to make her a present of a pair of earrings.
- Bastard! - Ah, that's how it is!
You shall give me satisfaction.
Very well.
Puppy!
I hereby inform you that the fugitive and
schismatic Don Cossack Emelyan Pugachev
has assembled a gang of robbers,
and taken and destroyed several fortresses.
Immediately take action
to repel the aforementioned villain
and usurper!
Lock the gate!
Our business has not come to an end yet.
Make the cannon ready for battle!
Oh, be accursed, ah, those robbers!
What a load of rubbish!
Perhaps God won't forsake us and the pig will get nothing.
So you are the commandant.
How did you dare oppose me, your rightful sovereign?
You, my uncle, are an usurper and a robber. You hear!
Hang that one too.
Oh my dear father! What need have you of the death of this noble child?
Let him go. Let them hang me, an old man.
Our father shows you mercy.
Kiss his hand, do not be stubborn! Spit and kiss the hand of the villain.
Kiss his hand.
Apparently his lordship has gone crazy with joy.
Raise him.
Oh, those robbers... Lord, have mercy!
Now the child is rescued.
A terrible thought flashed through my mind.
I imagined Marya Ivanovna in the hands of robbers.
Despair overwhelmed me.
The great sovereign requests to see you.
Ah, Your Honor...
You would certainly have swung beneath the cross-beam, if it wasn't for your old servant.
I immediately recognized the old grumbler.
You are very guilty as regards me,
But I have pardoned you on account of your courage.
But you shall see better things
when I shall have obtained my empire.
Or maybe you don't believe,
that I am the great sovereign?
God alone knows. But whoever you be, you are playing a dangerous game.
Think of me as you please, but do not leave me.
Serve me faithfully and I will make you
a field marshal and a prince.
No! I'm a gentleman.
I can not serve you.
Will you march against me?
If I be ordered to march against you, I must submit.
Either entirely punish, or entirely pardon...
Go to the four winds and do what seems good in your eyes.
Pyotr Andreyevich!
Praise be the Lord!
What is this?
Our Father bestowed you a horse and a fur coat from his shoulders.
With God's grace we headed for the city, which was soon besieged by Pugachev's army.
In our skirmishes with the well-fed and drunk robbers, they generally got the better of us.
Gloomy thoughts would not let me rest.
The uncertainty about the fate of Marya Ivanovna terrified me.
It has pleased God to deprive me at once of my father and my mother.
My little father, Pyotr Andreyevich!
You are my only benefactor.
I live under guardianship
of Alexey Ivanovich Shvabrin
who commands here in the room of my late father.
He tries to oblige me to marry him.
But it would be easier for me to die than to become the wife of such a man.
Soon Pugachev will return,
And if you do not change your mind,
I'll give you to his robbers.
So I advise you to forget about Grinyov.
In the city he has other interests.
I pray God this letter will somehow reach you.
I must go. It's impossible for me not to go.
Little father Pyotr Andreyevich, where do you wish to go? Wherefore?
Wait a little. The troops will come, and take all the robbers.
Then you can go.
It's too late to reflect. I must go to the fortress.
Don't make yourself wretched, Savelyich. We shall perhaps meet again.
Oh, the master's child will be lost.
Slow down, sir, slow down!
Do as you please, but I will not leave you.
That I should stay snugly behind a stone wall...
Why are you in such a hurry?
As if we were bound to a feast, and not have our necks under the axe.
Who goes there? Speak! Grab the horse by the bridle!
Stay here, you dog!
- Pull him down, take him!! - Villains.
- Heathens. - Be gone!
Tie him!
Shall we hang him or cut his throat? - That's for our father to decide.
Is Pugachev here?
Who calls him Pugachev? For us
he's the great sovereign.
Ah, your lordship!
What in heaven's name brings you here?
I have come to rescue an orphan who is being oppressed.
Who among my people would dare to harm an orphan?
Shvabrin.
He keeps a girl in captivity
and wants to force her to become his wife.
Emperor, he's lying!
I'm sure he's been sent to us by his general.
Very well. Now tell me in what state is your town?
All is in good order.
In good order?
But the people are dying of hunger there! - You see.
He looks you in the eyes and deceives you.
Don't you want to order us to interrogate the officer properly?
Eh, Your Honour?
I am in your power.
Ah, I had forgotten to thank you for your horse and 'tulup'.
Had it not been for you I would never have reached the town. - The beauty of a debt is the payment.
The hareskin tulup was almost like new.
Eh, you old owl.
What have you to do with this young girl whom Shvabrin is persecuting?
Has she not hooked your young affections, eh?
She is my betrothed.
- I want to see her. - She is ill.
She is in a delirium.
She's my wife.
Your wife?!
No! No! I am resolved rather to die, than to become his wife!
Come out, fair maiden.
I will set you free.
I am the sovereign.
And you - I pardon you this time.
Sire, I have lied to you. But Grinyov also deceives you. She's the daughter of the commandant,
who was executed when the fortress was taken.
You had not told me that.
Either entirely punish
or entirely pardon. That is my custom.
Take your beauty, and may God grant you
love and wisdom!
Thank you, Lord!
Farewell, Your lordship!
Perhaps we'll meet again someday.
I approached...
I approached my destination.
directed by Yekaterina Mihaylova scenario Yekaterina Mihaylova & Tatyana Shestakova artist Nina Vinogradova
camera Igor Skidan-Bosin music Yekaterina Komalkova sound Viktor Brus
animators Dmitriy Novoselov, Yevgenia Zhirkova, Alla Solovyova Voice-actors: Aleksandr Para, Pavel Barshak
Sergey Yakubenku, Lyudmila Gnilova. Vasiliy Stonozhenko, Viktor Piunov Assistants Vladimir Muat, Olga Nefedova
Puppets etc. G. Bogatsev, V. Shafranyuk, A. Gnedinskiy, M. Koltunov, V. Shchegolkov, I Hilov, Y. Borinskaya, N. Zaklyakov, Ye. Pokrovskaya, N. Vinogradova,
N. Barkovskaya, N. Lyarskaya, V. Piunov, Montage A Ippolitov, L. Kopteva. production V Gassiev. computer V. Beresovoy, V. Piunov
Line production Anna Dzhioyeva Artistic director Natalya Orlova Production Tengiz Semyonov
The End Studio Animos Moscow 2005 Subs: Lemicnor, Eus, Niffiwan - Sep 2021