"Soyuzmultfilm", Moscow 1958
This film is dedicated to: The Glorious Lenin Komsomol
Arkady Gaidar - The Tale of the Boy Nipper Pipper* (In Russian: *Malchishe("Boy") Kibalchishe)
script - L. Solomyaskaya Director - A. Snezhko-Blotskaya Music- M. Raukhverger
Lyrics - Ya. Akim Art directors M. Rudachenko, B. Kornev
Camera Ye. Rizo Sound B. Filchikov Ass. dir. N. Orlova, N. Mayorova
Animators: V. Kotyonochkin, V. Pekar, V. Popov, Ye. Komova, T. Fyodorova, K. Chikin, V. Lihachypv, V. Krumin, V. Dolgikh, B. Butakov
Voices: V. Valentina Sperantova, M. Nazvanov, B. Khokhryakov G. Vitsin, A. Konsovskiy, K. Ustyugov, L. Pirogov
It was in those far gone years when war had just thundered across the country
Far away had the Red Army driven the White troops of those damned bourgeoisie
Silence fell upon the fields where rye grew, where buckwheat bloomed
Where among the gardens stood a little house where a boy with the nickname Nipper Pipper lived
...and his father, and elder brother
A mother they did not have...
Our gates are made of arched sticks Live and work - the enemy's defeated
Good is our life, happy is our life
Without rest gallops beneath a rainbow My faithful, fierce, black horse
Good is our life, happy is our life
Hello, Father Hundred-Years
Hello kids, it looks like you'd like an apple?
Catch!
Oh, never mind!
Hey, hey! To the horses!
Aha. That's where they are.
What's the trouble? Looks like someone is ruining the garden
Bad news for us!
Halt!
Follow me!
Ai, who hurt you?
Who broke you?
Don't be sad, we will not treat you roughly!
Hey, follow me
Ah, Plohish, may you be lifted up and slapped!
Good!
No exploding grenades, No burning villages,
No need to fear the bourgeoisie, Nobody to bow down to the waist to!
Live and work
It's a good life
But one day, in the evening, the boy looked up:
Everything seemed to be all right, but it was not all right
What's the matter?
Father, something smells bad in the wind, either smoke, or powder
No way. Those are distant thunder storms. Those are shepherds' fires smoking!
Go lie down, boy, and sleep well
Fly home, everything is peaceful!
Hey, comrades, get up! Trouble is nearing from where we didn't expect it!
From the Black Mountains the damn bourgeoisie attacks us!
Again bullets fly, and grenades explode
Our troops fight the bourgeoisie
and messengers are rushing afar to call the Red Army for help!
Son, I thickly sowed the rye - probably you lot have to clean it up
Well, boy, my life wasn't boring. It might be, you'll have to live the good life in my stead.
One day passes, and a second day, the boy waited... No, the Red Army could not yet be seen
No, I have not seen them... The Red Army is still far from here.
Hey, get up! It was just a small loss, but now disaster's all around!
Many bourgeoisie, but few of us
Hey, get up, come to the rescue!
Farewell, Boy you... You're the only one now...
Soup's in the pot, loaf's on the table,
water's in the springs, and your head's on your shoulders...
Hey, good boy, give me some water to drink
I did not drink for three days, did not sleep for three nights, three horses I drove
The Red Army has learned of our trouble they are already galloping to our rescue
If only we, boy could stand one day, and hold out the night
The boy lay down to sleep, but he could not sleep
How could one sleep?
Hey, get up, whoever's still here
There's still ammunition, but the riflemen are beaten
Help is close, but our strength is gone
We have only to hold out overnight and during the day.
The Chief of the Bourgeousie will let him join them and give an award
Hey, you boys, and little boys
our fathers went, and our brothers went
What are we, kids waiting for?
For the bourgeoisie to come and enroll us in their damned bourgeois army?
Down with the bourgeoisie, For the Red Star
For the buckwheat fields, for the cherries in the garden
Come on, kids! Come on, lads!
Farewell, fly home.
Forward
We need just to stand a day and hold out the night.
Well, have you achieved victory?
No, Chief Bourgeois, we have not.
We defeated the fathers and brothers and were on the cusp of victory,
But rushing to their aid came Nipper Pipper, and we cannot cope with him
It seems, he has some kind of military secret
Oh, you useless cowards!
How you could not beat some kid?
Go, and do not return without victory
Fire!
The kids fought through the dark night until the light of dawn
Aha, here's what I need
Only Plohish wasn't fighting...
but silently walking and looking around for how to help the bourgeoisie
Rejoice, bourgeoisie, rejoice
It's me, Plohish, committing a great betrayal!
Listen, it's about to explode!
Betrayal! Betrayal!
And for this great betrayal, Plohish is to be enrolled forevermore into our bourgeois army
and be given a reward of one barrel of jam and a basket of cookies.
So, Nipper Pipper was shackled in heavy chains, and placed into a stone tower
Tell us, damn boy Nipper Pipper does the Red Army have a military secret?
Is there help from somewhere else?
Are there secret contacts between your country and all other countries?
by which you can give the call, and get a response in our lands!?
So that whatever you sing is sung in our lands.
And whatever you speak is given weighty thought in our lands?
The Red Army has a mighty secret!
There are innumerable helpers and profound secret contacts
But you will not find them, and no matter when you attack us, you will not win!
More than that I will not tell you!
Inflict upon this secretive boy Nipper Pipper the most terrible torture,
and find out this military secret from him!
Wake up, damn Nipper Pipper, and reveal the secret!!
What is it?
It is that your inevitable ruin is rushing and galloping here!
Well, did Nipper Pipper reveal the military secret?
No, the boy did not reveal the military secret
Because it is too hard to break his word
What is with this incomprehensible country
that even such kids know military secrets
and so firmly hold their word?
Do you hear that? It's the galloping Red Army!
It seems that we will have not an easy fight, but a hard battle
Hurry up and kill this headstrong boy!
And the boy Nipper Pipper died.
But like thunder rattled the attacking weapons
Like lightning flashed the fiery explosions
That is how the Red Army advanced
And the broken Bourgeois ran away in terror,
cursing this country with its astonishing people,
with its invincible army and its unsolved Military Secret
The boy Nipper Pipper was buried on a green hill near the Blue River
A big red flag was hoisted over the tomb.
Pilots flew over and greeted the boy!
Ships sailed by and greeted the boy!
So too do we, pioneers, salute Nipper Pipper!
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