Creative association "SCREEN"
WORD OF HONOUR based on the story of L. Panteleev
The story began before I met
with our young hero.
One summer I went into a park, I do not know what it is called,
on the island, near the old fort.
I had an interesting book with me.
I read and did not notice, the evening had come.
It seemed to me that somewhere to the side, behind the bushes, someone was crying.
Who hurt you?
The boy stopped, as if on cue, crying at once.
- No one.
- Why are you crying?
I wanted to take the boy's hand.
- Come on, let's go.
- I can't. - Why's that?
- I can not go.
- Don't you feel well?
- I'm healthy.
- Look, it's late, and the garden is closing.
- I stand on guard.
We're playing.
- So who are you playing with?
He sighed and said:
- I do not know.
Here, I confess, I thought that the boy really is not well.
- Listen, what are you saying?
You're playing but you don't know with whom?
- Yes, he said. - I do not know.
I sat on the bench, and then some big guys came up and said.
Do you want to play war with us?"
I said I wanted.
One big boy, he was Chapayev, said:
"Then you will stand on guard. Give your word of honor that you will not leave.
- Well? - I said: "I give my word."
- Oh, like that ... And now they're ... where?
The boy sighed again.
- Gone.
- How's that?
- They forgot.
- So what are you standing here for then?
- But I gave my word of honor.
- So that's the story ...
I really wanted to help him.
But what could I do?
Go look for these silly boys?
But where to find them now?
I suppose they had their dinner, these boys,
then went to bed and already were dreaming.
- You probably want to eat something?
- I do.
- Well then... Run home, and have dinner...
I'll stand in for you here ...
- Is that a solution?
- Why not?
- You are not a soldier.
He was right.
I could not even release him from standing on guard.
And then suddenly I was struck by a happy thought.
- Comrade military! Please wait a minute!
- Comrade military, there in the garden, near the clock stands a boy.
- What has that to do with me? - reacted the trooper surprised.
The tram had left and he looked very angry at me.
Perhaps he decided that I was not very well. too
When I expained he did not hesitate. - Come on, let's go!
Why didn't you tell me right away??
Here, I brought you the commander.
- Comrade guard, What title do you wear?
- I'm a sergeant.
- Comrade Sergeant! I order you to leave the post entrusted to you.
The boy sniffed his nose and asked: - Do you have a title?
- I'm a Major.
- Right, Comrade Major! I will do as ordered and leave the post.
- Maybe we should escort you? asked the Major.
- No, I live nearby, I'm not afraid.
I'm sorry, I can not tell you, the name of this little man,
where he lives and who his father and mother are.
One thing is clear:
A boy who has this strong a will and will keep this strong to his word
does not need be afraid of the dark,
does not need be afraid of hooligans,
and does not need to be frightened of even more terrible things.
Written by: Jeanne. Vitenzon Director: Marianna Novogrudskaya
art director Vyacheslav Nazaruk camera Yevgeny Turevich, Joseph Golomb
music Michael Meyerovich sound Vitaly Azarovsky
The text is read by Oleg Yefremov
Animators R. Karpinskaya, Olga Degtyareva, Tatiana Molodova
Puppets & decor: Gennady Bogachev, S. Gordov, Vladimir Shafraniuk
Background art: Yu. Yevmeshkin, L. Sotnikova, Valery Fomin
The end Subs by Alevtina & Eus Oktober 2015