Studio Soyuzmultfilm Moscow 1950
The Magic Mill A Russian fairytale
screenwriter M. Bulatov director Olga Hodatayeva
art director Pyotr Nosov poetic text Mihail Volpin
composer Tamara Popatenko camera Yelena Petrova sound Boris Filchikov
assistant artist V. Veselchakova montage assistant V. Yegorova
assistant directors B. Petin, N. Dragunov, K. Apestina
animators Faina Yepifanova, Lamis Bredis, Roman Davydov,
Igor Podgorskiy, Dmitriy Belov, I. Staryuk, Nikolay Fyodorov, B. Yukin
artists G. Nevzorova, K. Malyshev, O. Gemmerling, D. Anpilov
voice artists: Old man - Boris Chirkov, Cat - Georgiy Millyar, Rooster - Nikolay Aleksandrovich
On a mountain in a hut poor No fence, no gate, a drafty door,
Lived together, always had, Granddad and his Vaska Cat.
A rooster with a golden comb was the third friend in this home.
It looks like it might start raining...
Thunder, lightning, sudden wind...
Let's grab any grain remaining
and rush home, before we're pinned.
Open up the door, dear Roosty; we've got honoured guests, I bet.
We're not guests, just beasts (excuse me)
We're completely soaking wet.
Let us warm our bones a wee bit.
- Don't chase us off! - Of course not.
With such rain, you're stuck, believe it.
Sit by the fire, where it's hot.
Who is knocking outside?
Please let me dry off inside.
The rain has flooded my lair!
What an awful thing to bear.
Get warm, poor hedgehog, be at ease.
Vaska Cat, hand me my knife, please.
One, two, three, four, five -
I'll cut six, then, with my knife.
Rain has flooded out my lair
You have warmth, fire, and dry air.
Can I please stay here instead?
Where will I find enough bread?
After all, she must be
very hungry too, you see.
Though we do have lots of wheat,
But it's flour that we need.
Now, for grinding wheat we will
need to build a spinning mill.
Where will we the millstones find
with which our flour we could grind?
Millstones can be found nearby
where there is that mountain high.
To that dear mountain I will bow:
"Please help us in our sorrow now.
We have grain but don't have flour;
Grant us millstones with your power!"
I am sure the mountain (cock-a-doodle-doo!)
won't deny an old man like you.
While we're out, you lot, wait there,
and please don't go anywhere.
Oh, mountain so very high!
You are generous
and kind!
We have grain but don't have flour;
grant us millstones with your power!
Now, for grinding wheat we will
need to build a spinning mill.
Our guests have nothing to eat;
flour to bake bread's what we need.
We have wheat and we are willing,
but need millstones for our milling!
Help this old man here, please do!
Co-co-cock-a-doodle-doo!
What are those lights I see yonder?
I have lived for many years,
But believe me, such a wonder I have never seen, my dears.
These millstones are picture-perfect!
Wait, you guys, don't rush to go!
You did not even say "thank you".
We bow to you, mountain great. Mountain, we give you a bow.
- See you later! - Gotta go.
Our guests, begging your pardon,
await treats by the garden.
We will build us a mill, tuk-tuk
Not just a simple mill, tuk-tuk
It will be a magic mill, tuk-tuk
On our hill, a spinning mill, tuk-tuk
Tuk-tuk!
Spin, spin, wings, upon your course,
Give us, give us enough force
For the two millstones we've found
To go grinding round and round.
Roosty, see with your own eyes!
Tell me that is not a pie!
Behind it, a pancake comes!
And beyond, another one!
After pancakes come some rolls -
golden, hot as burning coals.
Then a loaf, a karavai!
Just grab it as it goes by.
Thank you so much, little mill,
spinning mill upon our hill.
Eat up, bunny, to your health!
Carrot-cakes, now that's real wealth.
Cakes like that are really
loved by bunnies dearly.
Take a rest now, little mill,
spinning mill upon our hill.
All our hunger you've addressed;
It would be no sin to rest.
Driving by came King Androse. King Androse, great long nose.
Greedy hands riches to prize, Envy glowing in his eyes.
I cannot quite make it out,
Who's arrived in our front yard?
Good day, grandpa.
Greet your king.
Bread and salt you may now bring.
You never saw such luck, I deem,
even in your wildest dream.
One sees many things in dreams,
so I won't lie 'bout it.
Though I might dream of a king,
I'd wake, and forget it.
Why are you just gaping, you?
Go away, you bad cat, shoo!
Hurry on down to the spring -
my horses need watering!
You too, rooster, go away!
Now, old man, show your house to me,
Talk about your life to me.
I live well, I can't complain,
I eat pastries now and again.
Enter my humble abode,
sit, rest from the weary road.
Spin, spin, wings, upon your course,
Give us, give us enough force
For the two millstones we've found
To go grinding round and round.
What is this? A miracle!
That mill's really beautiful.
This exquisite spinning mill
shouldn't be on a peasant's land.
This exquisite spinning mill
I will steal from the old man.
All to me! Come, I implore!
Come, you all, forget your chores!
Great misfortune's at our door!
King Adrose, great long nose,
Stole our mill when chance arose.
We must catch up, then attack
And our spinning mill get back!
I will go flying on ahead
And land on King Androse's head!
With my beak his face I'll peck
and tear his beard from his neck. Co-co-cock-a-doodle-doo!
Let's help Rooster, our friend true!
- We will eat up everything! - Everything!
- And we won't share anything! - Not a thing!
- Not one cheesecake! - Not one scone plump!
- Not one small piece! - And not one crumb!
You're a robber!
Thieving plotter!
Give the mill back to my crew!
Otherwise, I'll peck you plenty,
Hook my spur in your nose lengthy;
It will not go well for you!
My servants, catch that pesky bird!
Grab his tail, I don't want him heard!
Tie the rope tightly around him,
Then in the well go and drown him!
- Hee-hee-hee! - Har-har-har!
No more rooster, there we are!
Co-co-cock-a-doodle-doo!
This slight I won't forgive you!
My spurs know a trick or two!
It will not go well for you!
You're a robber! Thieving plotter!
Give the mill back to my crew!
Come out servants, serve your king,
Grab this rooster by his wings!
Heat the oven, throw him in!
Make him burn up for his sin!
Where are you, servants?
Woe is me!
Soot covers my nose and beard.
No more strength...
No spirit in me...
Oh, that fierce rooster will kill me!
Look, there flies our rooster dear!
He's bringing our mill back here!
Serves him right, that crooked chief.
Good lesson for any thief.
From that day forth, they lacked not food, And lived in peace, and life was good.
We'll all be fed by the mill,
Spinning mill upon the hill,
If you're not a lazy loafer,
If for work you've got the will!
As for all the crooks and villains -
Better not try anything,
Or the mill might accidentally
Go and snag them with its wing!
Little mill, little mill,
Spinning mill upon the hill!
The End
Subs by Chapaev, Eus & Niffiwan (animatsiya.net, 2024)