Ministry of Culture of the Russian Federation, 2021
"Pilot" Aleksandr Tatarsky's Animation Studio
present
We live in Russia.
The peoples of our country are hospitable.
Today we've been invited to visit by the Lithuanians.
Let's visit the Maslenitsa* Museum. *(Pancake Day, Mardi Gras, Shrovetide)
This nice house, furniture, utensils
and even the wooden shoes are made by a master's skilfull hands.
As, of course, are the masks for Maslenitsa.
There are funny characters from fairy tales --
The Devil and the Gendarme, Fatty Glutton and Skinny Lenty.
And on an old wheel, in a threadbare dress rides Mare - old lady winter.
Watch out! There you go - straight into the fire.
People have always liked everything to arrive at its proper time.
After winter - spring, after spring - summer.
Now it's our turn to tell a tale.
Lithuanians have many, and each one is like a precious gem.
Mountain of Gems
When a bird sings, my soul feels lighter.
Spring is coming to us. We've waited long enough.
I'll gather firewood, chop some branches.
It's nice in the woods. I love spring.
I'll light the hearth. Put a pot into the stove.
There'll be bread in the house. There'll be boiling water.
White meadows.
White hills.
Spring has come to us.
We won't freeze.
The Lumberjack's Little Acre
What have you done, you wretch? Have you gone completely blind?
How could you take a man's very last bread?
Did we feed you poorly?
Are you completely starving?
Or, perhaps, you've never seen bread before?
Get out of here, get out of here, out of here, out!
For hundreds of years we've scared people, kept our region safe.
Maybe tomorrow they'll arrive here with a whole battalion?
You have disgraced us, brother, our whole glorious clan.
Witless ne'er-do-well!
And a freak, as well!
Get out of here, get out of here, out of here, out!
Oh, what a despicable thing you've decided to do!
Stole a crust - and neither your brothers Nor your sisters did you ask!
You now have to work it off -- that's what our law says.
Now get you away from here, to the lumberjack's to make amends!
[N. Gogol "Viy"]
Get out of here, get out of here, out of here, out!
Get out of here, out!
["Peas."]
Oh, unfortunate, unlucky me. My kinfolk have turned their backs on me.
They say I stole some bread. They say I've tarnished my biography.
What should I do? How should I live henceforth?
How can I make amends?
I'd like to fly into the sky like a bird.
I'm ready now to burn with shame.
Oh, why did I do that thing?
My family chased me away.
Oh, how difficult my upbringing is...
I must work to make amends for stealing.
Hello, uncle.
Who are you? A hare's son?
You want some? Here, have a nut.
I'm a forest brother.
You must forgive me for my sin, this offence.
If you like, I'll bring you a whole load of logs.
That wasn't hard for me,
Give me a harder task.
What, tell me, can't you do yourself?
What can't you do in seven days?
Anything you wish, I'll do.
And I'll pull off whatever you want.
Tell me what you dream of.
I'll dive into fire for you.
We've recently got a car. There's a nasty git in it!
Looks like a bedbug, a spider, a millionaire greedyguts.
This parasite has taken all of our land.
They're probably up there sleeping, with their reins laid down.
He's gotten himself a swamp that's of no use to anyone.
I'm thinking of starting a vegetable garden there.
How can that swamp be drained? How can a field be ploughed there?
Is that something you could help with? Is that in your power?
Good day, honourable sir! Good health to you!
We have an agrarian plan.
We're going to start today.
If you, sir, will let us sow
rows in the swamps.
For one sack of given grain --
a hundredfold return.
"It's a hellhole of a land."
Who are they? This whole thing's suspicious.
These new peasants nowadays, unforgivably brazen!
I'm not sorry for those swamps and unseeded seeds.
Let the fools be punished by the transience of time.
I want entertainment, I want a neat spectacle:
Let those people sow their rye in the winter snowdrifts.
Eh, swamp water, dark water.
How many fairy tales, it seems, it still holds.
One must remove the cork from the earth, not unlike a carrot.
Grandpa's best kept secret is an old rope.
Summer, in a hurry, has woken up. A new life is dawning.
The lord's rye is now in bloom, and we here are glowing.
Help me out, you forest folk: everything is out of order.
Pig nose, hooves and tail are a pass to evolution.
Oh, what a miracle of miracles. the rye is already swaying!
The maiden quails are touching it with their wings.
What the hell is that? He is sleeping on my land!
He drained my swamp and planted seeds in the darkness.
We'll figure it out, we'll figure it out. I cannot see very well.
If such things are now possible, the rye's mine, the land's mine!
Better, uncle, give me a little sheaf of rye.
I want to live richly among palm trees in the tropics.
What are you, little one: A mouse or a tit?
Hey, open up for him, let him get rich.
Well, I'm feeling kind today, I won't hide it from you.
Whatever you can carry in one go, I'll give it back gladly.
The millionaire, it looks like, will live in the capital.
He is gonna beggar me, so as not to go bankrupt.
The sun is rolling around. A strange phenomenon!
Wait! Where are you...? That is mine! What is this performance?
How did it turn out like this, turn out so, so strangely?
It's as if it wasn't me. It was like a dream.
No swamp, no problems. No impassability.
And in the village there's no more evil or injustice.
A tear falls from the eyelashes of the aged parents.
The world today's borderless. Full of new discoveries.
And all seems to be going well, All that's in this new world.
But the swamp is still sometimes remembered with fond words.
script & lyrics Aleksey Pochivalov director-producer Aleksey Pochivalov director Eduard Belyayev
composer Lev Zemlinskiy sound Olga Platonova
singers Larisa Brokhman, Yevgeniy Yegorov,
Valeriy Chiglyayev, Nikolay Arutyunov
violin solo Anna Zemlinskaya
sound studio Kaska Records recording Ivan Haritonchik, Andrey Shepelyov
animators Eduard Belyayev, Aleksey Pochivalov Mariya Dyachkovskaya, Sofya Hmelevskaya
systems administrator Igor Gradov
administrator Natalya Klimenko
producer Igor Gelashvili
plasticine intro made by Eduard Belyayev, Svetlana Kislitsyna, Yuliya Sergeyeva, Aleksey Pochivalov, Larisa Brokhman, composer Lev Zemlinskiy
The End - Pilot Studio, 2021 Subs by Lemicnor, Eus & Niffiwan, Dec 2024