Creative Association "Ekran" 1985
The Swan Feather Based on Amur Fairytales
Once upon a time. Long, long ago...
when whales were still to be seen in the Amur river,
when the Khingan Mountains were still very small,
and the smoke from bonfires obscured half the sky...
there lived a woman in a hunter's camp.
Her name was Churchinay.
She had no children
and there was no happiness in her home,
Churchinay, let's go to the forest.
Look, the cuckoo is shaking its tail
That means there'll be berries
Ah, I don't feel like it. - As you wish.
You're a great witch doctor! You can work miracles!
Send me a child!
The spirits have turned their backs on you
Flow little stream, Grow little hill.
Sleep my darling baby-girl, My little swan's feather
Mama! -Oh!
You were a feather, now you are my little beauty!
Your eyes are like the stars, yourself like a handsome reed
Hay, hey-a ha, ho! Hay-a, hey-a ha, ho!
Ha, now I'm all grown up.
That's swell, I can be... I can be your helper!
Don't, your hands will rough and black.
See how strong I am!
Here, let me cook the meat for you!
Stop, your back will start aching!
This work is not hard at all. May I kindle the fire?
Oh no, your eyes will get red.
Go now, my little precious one
and become a real beauty!
and the work I'll manage myself! - Yourself?
My hands have become so weak,
my back bends no more and my eyes don't see.
Elga, darling girl, help your old mother!
Huh, no-oo!
My hands will become rough, my back will ache,
and my eyes will get red.
Ah, See, you have coped all by yourself!
Ha, ha, ha, ha!
Marry me, Elga,
I'll give you as many sables as there are grains in your cereal
Ha! Leave me alone. You reek of animals.
Sew your pelts? Why, I'll spoil my hands!
I can spear ten fish at a time!
With me, Elga, you will have everything you want!
Huh! Leave me alone! You smell of fish!
Living with you, I'll be wet all the time!
Look, Elga, I made you a ring of hair!
Marry me, Helga. - Hahaha!
Leave me alone, you smell of dogs!
You're not very polite with people, daughter
you despise them for working, while you yourself...
Leave me alone, you smell of smoke!
Oh, don't touch me with your rough hands!
I'll roll over my back and become a white swan
I'll fly to distant countries!
Seeking clean people! - Oh, Elga! My baby...
And, I'll find myself another mother.
But the swans refused to accept Elga in their flock!
Flow little stream, Grow little hill.
Where are you my swan's feather, my little baby girl?
People never forgave Elga and she flies alone
Along brushing rivers, circling mountains shrouded in a blue haze!
She doesn't leave, as though something were keeping her here.
And she has nowhere to fly to,
For she has but one real home in this wide world.
Script S. Task Direction Lidiya Surikova
Art-director K Prytkova Camera Joseph Golomb Music V Nazarov
Other workers: T Ivanenko, T Bozhok, E Prokhnitskaya, V Azarovskiy, F Gasanov, A Solovyeva, T Molodova
O Usachyeva, A Degtyarev, A Kuznetsov V Petrov, N Lyarskaya, M Bogatskaya N Panteleyeva, G Drobinina, A Feodorida
E Bobrovskaya
The End Subs by Eus, October 2021, After 1990 Filmexport dub, translated by Nikolai Kurnakov