Made with financing from the Ministry of Culture of the Russian Federation
Cinevideo studio "Animos" presents
Based on the story by David Yakovlevich Dar
Andrey Hut and His Grief
I had a friend, Andrey Hut - An underwater engineer.
He had an apartment with two rooms, a kitchen, a bathroom and a hallway.
He lived with Varenka in one room. In the other lived his uncle Kuzma Kuzmich.
Every morning Andrey Hut went to the seashore, where a plant was being built underwater.
"Just think," Andrey Hut would say,
"For twenty-six years have I walked the same streets that you did;
rode the same trams and buses that you rode;
and probably more than once met you, never realizing that you were you!"
Varenka was so small and thin that in the tram she would be asked:
"Girlie, are you getting off at this stop?"
But she was not a little girl any more.
She also worked and studied,
and when she came home, all the things around her suddenly
would take on voice and movement.
There was no peace with her around.
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In the morning, Andrey Hut once more hurried to the seashore.
He went by tram to the seashore, but to the tram stop he would run on the double;
so eager was to he get to his underwater plant as quickly as possible.
"Oh, finally! Thank God!
Now, at least, one can safely take a nap."
One windy autumn day,
Varenka caught a cold and fell ill.
The ambulance came,
They injected Varenka with penicillin and said
that she ought to be taken to the hospital.
She lay on the bed, small and helpless,
like a wounded bird.
No doors slammed.
No pots rattled. No phone rang.
The radio kept silent.
And up the stairs came Grief.
As it walked, it stopped to check the apartment numbers.
The stairway was brightly lit, but where Grief walked,
the light bulbs would flicker.
When Andrey took in his hands the small, hot hands of Varenka,
Grief squeezed his shoulders so much that he nearly cried out in pain.
- Now, cry, cry, my son!
How quiet it has become in the apartment. How empty and cold it has become.
Cry, cry, my son!
On the other side of the window the wind rushed about,
bending the trees and rocking the street lights.
But when dawn came, he got up and put on his jacket.
- Where are you going? - To work!
Today we're installing a support truss.
- What support truss?
Bored after about half an hour, Grief took its umbrella
and went to the seashore,
where Andrey Hut was building the underwater plant.
At the admittance office, sentries stood on watch.
- Hello, I am Andrey Hut's Grief.
Andrey Hut's what?
I do not have an admittance request for you.
Yesterday his wife was taken to the hospital.
If you only knew how much he loves her!
If you only saw how small and helpless,
like a bird she lay there!..
Anikushkin! Are you a human or a motionless statue?!
Wait, wait, sonny!
You are carrying on as if you had no grief at all.
Have you forgotten your Varenka?
And Grief was left alone.
Evening came. It started to rain.
"Maybe he's already forgotten about me? Maybe, he's simply run away from me?"
- Who goes there? - It's me. Grief. - Grief?
What's the matter, then?
Little Varenka was taken to the hospital yesterday.
Great! She was beyond insufferable, that creature!
A real nuisance! - If you only knew,
if you had only seen how he looked at her,
how she lay on the bed small and helpless,
like a broken bird!..
Later in the evening, Kuzmich wanted to eat.
There was a little bit of vodka.
Well, to your health!
But Grief by then had already put his arms around Andrey Hut
It did not give him the chance to even turn on the electricity.
It did not give him the chance to even limp to his bed.
Once more, he sat up all night in a chair.
Fixed, as if the ceiling lay on his shoulders.
Shall we play cards?
"Do not be angry with me," said Andrey,
"I have to go, I have to run." And Grief was left at home.
But it no longer felt lonely.
It immediately went to the uncle's room.
They spent the whole day together.
And in the evening they got so attached to each other
that Grief itself did not want to return to Andrey Hut
especially because Varenka was recovering.
So Grief remained with the uncle.
They've lived together ever since.
In one room lives Andrey Hut with Varenka.
In the other - his uncle and Grief.
Andrey Hut and Varenka learn, work and have their leisure time.
The uncle and Grief eat, drink, and play Podkidnoy Durak.
Based on the eponymous story by David Dar
written by Alla Bossart & Aleksey Dyomin
director & art director Aleksey Dyomin music Andrey Semyonov
animators: Svetlana Zimina, Tatyana Podgorskaya, Tatyana Kisseleva, Viktoriya Tytyj-Ool, Stepan Birukov, Ekaterina Boykova, Konstantin Brilliantov
background art Irina Dymich assistant director Viktoriya Tytyj-Ool
voice Sergei Dreiden orchestra under direction of Andrey Semyonov
orchestral registration Andrey Levin sound Victor Brus
computer work Kseniya Chermashentseva Maksim Dolzhanskiy, montage Aleksandr Sinitskiy, line producer Kseniya Molodyakova
executive producer Tengiz Semenov artistic supervisor Natalya Orlova
The End Animos 2015, subs by Eus (Aug 2016) revised by Niffiwan (Mar 2024)