Soyuzmultfilm presents
Silver Hoof based on the tale by Pavel Bazhov
Screenplay: G.Sapir
Director: G.Sokolski
Art director: N.Orlova
Composer: V.Martynov
Camera: M.Druyan
Sound: V.Kutuzov
Assistant director: T.Lytko
Assistant camera: N.Kozlova
Editing: N.Stepantseva
Artists: I.Troyanova, T.Sokolskaya Ye.Vevurko, D.Kulikov
Animators: V.Kolesnikova, V.Ugarov N.Barkovskaya, A.Mazayev
Yu.Kuzyurin, V.Palchikov Yu.Batanin
Narrator: P.Vishnyakov
Script editor: T.Paporova
Producer: L.Butyrina
There lived in our village an old man.
Kokovanya was his name.
He didn't have any family left,
so he decided to adopt a little orphan.
He came to the family where she lived,
and asked...
"So, it's here where the orphan lives, then?"
"That's right," said the wife.
"As if she alone wasn't trouble enough, she found a cat somewhere, too."
"Can't get rid of it."
"What do you say, Podaryonka? Want to come live with me?" asked Kokovanya.
The girlie was really surprised.
"How did you know my name was Daryonka, grandpa?"
"I didn't," he said. "It came out on its own."
"No joke, no jest, I simply guessed."
"What do you do, then?"
"You could say I'm a hunter."
"I hunt the deer in winter, but can't even catch a glimpse of one."
"Are you going to shoot it?"
"No, not the kind I'm after."
"I just want to see...
...the spot where he stomps his right front foot."
"Why is that?"
"Come live with me, and I'll tell you everything."
Now, the cat acted almost like she knew what they were talking about.
"R-r-right you ar-r-re," she purred.
"R-r-right."
The girlie was very curious to know more about the deer.
And she could see, too, that the old man was funny and kind.
"I'll come," she said.
"Only you have to take my cat Muryonka, too."
"See how good she is?"
"Murr!"
"That goes without saying."
"Only a fool could leave such a melodious kitty behind."
"Who needs a balalaika in the house with a cat like that?"
And so, Kokovanya took the orphan to live with him.
All Daryonka could think of was about that deer.
And so, she asked:
"Grandpa, what's that deer like, tell me."
"That deer is very special."
"On his right front foot he's got a silver hoof."
"Wherever he stomps with that hoof...
...a precious stone appears."
"If he stomps once -- one stone."
"If he stomps twice -- two stones."
"And wherever he stomps many, many times...
...there will be a pile of precious stones."
"Grandpa...
...is that the deer stomping?"
"No, that's just a woodpecker. See? It's him knocking."
"Grandpa," she asked him again.
"What's his coat like?"
"Brown in the summer, gray in the winter."
"Does he have any antlers, Grandpa?"
"Antlers?"
"His antlers are like no other."
"Common deer have only two ends on each antler...
...but this one has five."
"Except you can't really tell him apart in the autumn...
...all deer have antlers then."
"But during winter, that's a different story."
"All other deer go without antlers."
"But Silver Hoof, he always has antlers on."
"Then you can tell him apart even from far off."
And so, they began to live together -- the old Kokovanya,
the orphan Daryonka,
and the cat Muryonka.
Meanwhile, winter came.
Kokovanya set out to go hunting.
"You're not going to get scared on your own, are you?"
"I may not be back until late at night."
"Why would I get scared?" she says.
"Our house is sturdy, the wolves won't get in."
"And Muryonka will keep me company."
"R-r-right you ar-r-re..."
"R-r-right."
"I won't get scared!"
"Could it be Silver Hoof?" thought Daryonka.
"I must have imagined it."
"R-r-right you ar-r-re..."
"R-r-right."
Daryonka looked, and saw the deer right there!
Right nearby.
"Meka! Meka!" she called him, like a common goat.
Daryonka came back inside, and told all about it.
"I took a good look at Silver Hoof."
"Saw the antlers, and the hoof..."
"Only I didn't see how he knocks out the precious stones with his foot."
"Maybe he'll show me next time."
"R-r-right you ar-r-re..."
"R-r-right."
"Kitty-kitty-kitty..."
"Muryonka!"
And just then, Kokovanya came home, too.
"Look, grandpa! It's so beautiful!"
Long ago that was...
But even to this day, right where Kokovanya's house stood,
people find precious stones.
Green ones mostly; "Chrysolites" they call them.
Have you seen any?
The End.
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