Creative Association “Ekran"
Hans Christian Andersen THE LITTLE FIR TREE
A glorious little fir tree was standing in the forest
The place where she stood was good, it was warm and Sunny,
and there was plenty of fresh air.
All around her grew older comrades: Yes, also pine trees.
She just could not wait to become an adult fir tree herself.
"Oh, if I could be just as big as the others ” - sighed the tree.
Oh, how I would spread my branches.
Yes and let my crown raise up into the open sky.
And wasn't her joy not the sun, the birds,
the scarlet clouds, Morning and evening passing by over her?
Thus a few years went by.
One fall lumberacks came in the woods to cut down the biggest trees.
" Would you know where they were taken,” - asked the tree a stork that passed by.
"Perhaps I know", said the stork
“When I flew back from Egypt, I met
many new ships with magnificent masts.”
I think this is what they have become. They smelled like pine.
I met with them over and over again. They held their head high.
Very high!
Oh, if I were but an adult and could sail across the seal “- sighed the tree.
"Just enjoy your youth,” - said the sun's rays.
The wind caressed the tree and the dew shed its moisture over it.
But she did not understand.
When it was winter, very young trees were cut down in the forest .
"Where are they? " - Asked the tree - "Where are they going? "
“We know where they are going,” - the sparrows twittered.
"We have been in town and looked through the windows. "
"Shine and glory is awaiting them like you can't imagine "
They are put in the midst of a warm room,
and decorated with toys and hundreds of candles.
"And then?" - Asked the tree.
"Then what? "
" We haven't seen more! but it was great! "
“Se maybe I am destined to become shining like them? “ - rejoiced the tree.
"Oh, How I yearn, how I yearn! "
"to know what will become of me! "
Day passed after day, week after week.
And the tree grew and grew,
And all those who saw her, said; " What a wonderful tree! "
At Christmas she was the first to get felled.
She awoke when she heard a voice say:
" Tonight she will shine. "
"Ah! " - Thought the Christmas tree - " Let the evening come soon! "
The tree dared not even tremble.
Oh, how terrible it was!
As she was afraid of losing anything from her decoration!
As all these were stunningly shining.
" What are they doing? " - Thought the tree.
"What will happen next?"
"A tale! A tale! " - cried the children.
And a little fat man told them, a story about Klumpe- Dumpe*, *(AKA Humpty Dumpty)
that fell from the stairs,
but all the same after it hit the ground,
a princess took him for herself.
" Hear! Hear! Sometimes in the world it happens like that! "
the little fir tree thought and she believed that it was all true,
because it was told by suceh a nice little man,
And she was glad that the next day they decorated her again
with candles, toys, gold and fruit.
" Now I will get dressed up once more! " - rejoiced the tree.
Meany days and nights passed,
But no one came to the attic.
"What does that mean? " - Thought the tree.
" What am I doing here? "
" What am I hearing? "
"How are you doing old tree? " - Asked the mice.
"I am not old,” replied the tree.
“There are many trees much older than me.”
Tell us about the most wonderful place in the world.
" Were you there? "
" Have you ever been in the pantry? "
" Where cheeses lie on the shelves? " " And hams hang from the ceiling? "
" Where you enter skinny, and come out fat? "
"I do not know such a place,” - said the tree.
" But I know the forest, where the sun is shining and the birds are singing. "
And she told them alll about the fir's youth.
About how they decorated her with cakes and candles.
And about Klumpe - Dumpe, the unique tale she had heard and memorized word for word.
"Oh, how much you have seen! "
"Oh, how happy you were! " Said the mice.
" Happy? " - Repeated the tree and thought.
" Yes, Perhaps... merry were these days, "
" But they'll come back! Back! "
"Oh, now I will not miss any event " ? rejoice I will once again...
shining with light. "
" Well, this must be the beginning of a new life " - thought the tree.
"Oh, now I feel alive againg " - She was happy.
And the fir tree regretted not having slayed in her dark corner of the attic.
She remembered her fresh youth in the forest
and the cheerful Christmas Eve.
And the frisky little mice,
who listened with such pleasure, to what she told them.
“ Oh, if I only had enjoyed it, during these times,” - said the poor tree.
Written & directed by Anatoly Solin art director Inna Pshenichnaya Camera V Milovanov
music Victor Babushkin sound Nelly Kudrina Read by A. Batalov
Background artist Igor Mednik animators N, Bazeltseva, V. Sporykhin, S. Sichkar, S. Petetsky
Cutterr L. Rudan script editor V. Medvedovskaya Producer L. Barentsova
The End Suits by Aleksandr & Eus Creative Association for USSR TV, 1984