Soyuzmultfilm presents
with support from the Ministry of Culture of the Russian Federation
The Cinema Foundation
with support from the CINEMA FOUNDATION OF THE RUSSIAN FEDERATION
HOFFMANIADA
The dramatis personae and the actors who lent their voices to the puppets
Ernst is an attorney and aspiring composer.
One day he will become the great German romantic writer
E.T.A. Hoffmann.
In his imagination,
Ernst at times transforms into the splendid youth Anselmus.
Anselmus is hopelessly in love with the wondrous snake-girl Serpentina.
Serpentina the snake-girl is the daughter of the good magician
Archivarius Lindhorst.
Salamander Lindhorst is the royal privy archivist,
exiled from Atlantis, and the father of Serpentina.
Olympia is a mysterious girl of few words.
Allow me to introduce myself, The Parrot!
The omni-secret (and omniscient) Parrot of our theatre.
I see,
I see in my dreams a miraculous bird
in the form of a man with a proud profile,
This is Salamander Lindhorst, both a magician and my protector,
the father of beautiful Serpentina.
But Fate has seen fit to test my heart with tender attraction
to three young damsels.
In this house is my modest cell.
By day I serve in the Chancellery,
but at night I live wholly in my visions.
It happens at times that I even fall sleep.
I see hidden Atlantis, my poetic dream,
and I see myself as Anselmus, in love with Serpentina.
She first appeared to me in the Elderberry Tree.
Stop! Stop!
The Elderberry Tree.
The romantic spot where our hero first saw Serpentina.
It's so enchanting here!
Here and there among the branches, we weave, twist, turn, and dangle.
Sisterkin, sisterkin!
Quick, quick, up and down - the evening sun shoots forth its rays,
as the rustling wind shakes the leaves...
Sister! Sister! Quickly! Sister!
Hey, what's all this chatter, this whispering?
Enough! You've basked enough, you've sung enough!
Hey ho, through grass and water, below we go!
Homeward! Homeward, homeward!
Oh, if you would once more glitter and coil and swing on the branches,
my darling golden snakelet!
How I love you!
I'll die of grief and agony if you do not return!
Hey, what is all this whimpering and whining?
Herr Privy Archivarius?
What do you want from the Elderberry Tree?
Ah! Just now I saw a golden-green snakelet,
eternally beloved of my soul,
and she spoke to me in glorious crystalline tones.
Perhaps you will think me mad, but...
Not at all.
The golden-green snakelets you saw in the elder bush
were my three daughters.
And it's quite clear to me
that you have fallen head-over-heels in love
with the blue eyes of my youngest, Serpentina.
Oh Serpentina!
Calm thyself, enough for today.
Incidentally, you can see them quite often, if you decide to work for me.
- Truly? - On the condition that you perform your work well.
Whatever you command, Herr Archivarius!
This is no good. Coming late to the Chancellery!
Greens, greens, fresh greens! - Apples! Pies!
Flee, devils' spawn! But beware!
You'll end up under glass! Under glass!
Distant childhood!
Under glass... Accursed witch!
You awakened within me the terrors of distant childhood.
How often in the night the uncanny shapeshifter stalked me...
Look at you, a human cub! And what fresh little eyes you have.
Nice eyes. Give me your eyes, my sight has gone bad.
Give them to me!
I won't!
Who was that? Nanny, nanny, who was that?
The Sandman. How can you not know? The man with the sand.
He's a wicked man who comes for children
who are stubborn and won't go to bed.
He flings a fistful of sand into their eyes
and then throws the disobedient children into his sack
and takes them to the moon
to feed to his little ones, waiting up there in their nest.
But you are a well-behaved boy, so rest easy.
The Sandman, the fearsome Sandman...
was the old advocate Coppelius, who often dined with us.
He always filled me with horror.
Most disgusting were his knotted, hairy paws.
I felt sickened by whatever they touched.
A joy to see you, my dear Master.
I trembled with fear, but I felt compelled:
I had to uncover the secret
that bound my beloved father to this foul man.
Look alive! Straight to work!
Now it became clear why every time Coppelius visited
a thin fume with a singular odor would fill the house.
Eyes! Eyes! Must have eyes!
Eyes this way! Eyes! Where are the eyes?
There's the wee beastie!
Now we have eyes - a pretty pair of child's eyes!
Master! Master!
Leave my son his eyes, better to take mine...
Ha! Who needs your old, blind eyes!
Here are my eyelets.
I implore you!
Well, let the lad have his eyes and do his share of the world's crying.
Fie! What a frightful dream!
Nutcracker, you're always at my side.
One moment.
Right, then...
Greetings, Frau Mark! Good morning, Veronika!
My husband, The Honourable Consul... - Please be seated.
has asked me to convey to you
that since you began instructing our daughter
her singing has improved immeasurably.
A pleasure to hear.
Our daughter dreams of becoming a singer.
This will require much work.
Have you any objection to my presence at the lesson?
I would be honored.
What's happening, Mama?
Young man, we must be off now.
We need to attend to the dress being sewn for Veronika
for our musical evening.
Incidentally, do come yourself to our salon.
You could play something, and I hope our guests would enjoy it.
Umph, these attics.
Accursed Coppelius! Vile Sandman! Fat worm!
How long will you haunt me? Leave me in peace! Away!
So!
Yes!
Bravo! Bravo! Prima! - You are too kind!
Stupendous! Bravissimo! Stupendous! Bravo!
The hated Chancellery.
Can it be that I must sit through my entire life
amongst these office rats?
The blessed fool!
Home, home, home! Time to go home!
"Lutter & Wegner" Tavern.
- I'm burning with expectation! - And what did you say?
We're all ears!
"Oh, yes!" I informed him,
"I can only guess at the noble ancestry of your scratched nose and puffy cheeks."
Everybody burst into guffaws!
And of what noble origin is this part of your body?
And my foot in his arse!
To your health!
I beg your pardon.
Have you not forgotten about your invitation
to the musical evening?
An Evening of Music chez Madame Mark
Herr Ernst,
I shall explain things to you without delay.
Tonight is the latest of our evening parties
offering musical feasting.
The atmosphere is most refined:
alongside punch, wine and ice cream, a bit of music is always served.
That is Herr Greppel, he's from Hamburg; he and his father, the senator,
successfully run the banking house "Greppel & Son."
Alongside ice cream, a bit of music is served.
Why were you late?
Me? I work a great deal... I'm writing... I'm writing an opera!
Opera?
It'll be a grand composition, "Undine", about the daughter of the Sea King.
And could I sing in your opera?
But of course, I would be only too glad.
To see you every day, to be together.
You must play Undine. Here is proof of my promise.
Well here I am - your double!
I can move you as I wish!
Look! He is dancing by himself!
What are you doing here? All the guests here are marionettes.
Shall we make fun of them a bit, huh?
What's that?
Where did this pretty little leg come from?
This is neither you nor me anymore, but our beloved Veronica!
He's not himself! - It's uncanny, very uncanny!
Madness, pure and simple!
I've seen nothing like it!
Flee, flee from here!
Since I clearly cannot interest her with a pleasing appearance,
I wish to become the embodiment of ugliness to attract her attention.
But after all, if I may say so, I am an artist!
And I have the body of true artist,
which means that in paying visits I don't have to bring it with me,
but can leave it at home.
I don wanna! Don't like it! I'm just a doodlebug. I don wanna!
For what did God punish me with this little werewolf?
Why did I have to give birth to a disgrace and a laughingstock?
When can I just die?
Mom, look! - Like a cockroach!
I'm a doodlebug. - Stand back, you'll get infected.
Perfect for the circus.
Well now, if you don't have the tiniest, handsomest little boy!
Truly a blessing from God to whomever is sent
such a wonderful, comely child.
My dear Pastor, it's a sin for you, God's servant,
to laugh at a poor woman,
punished by the heavens for who knows what.
What nonsense you're talking!
Rather, tell me the name of this little one.
That is his name - Zaches the Little One.
Well then, let's hand over your promising youngster to me
for care and upbringing.
Can you really be serious?
I will make a great man out of him.
What a stroke of luck for the freak!
He'll be the head of Chancellery! - Let's go home, children.
He'll be the head of Chancellery!
Who's that?
Do me the honor of reading this.
We have the honor of informing you that your proposition
enjoys our full support.
You are hereby appointed Kapellmeister of our theatre.
To take those slender fingers and pass your palm over my face...
An appointment!
How I hoped for an answer to my letters,
always receiving a rejection.
And now an appointment!
I shall this...
...that the terms offered for our partnership are highly flattering.
Hello. - Good afternoon!
May I be so bold as to present this trifle to your judgment.
That's better.
Who is the grim figure in the dark cape?
Can it be that very same Sandman?
Coppelius!
That horrifying Flinger of Sand has appeared again.
Eyes! Where are the eyes?
Please come in!
PROFESSOR OF PHYSICS AND MECHANICS MOSH PAULMANN
Overjoyed I am, Herr Coppelius.
Perhaps Coppelius is only my gloomy fantasy?
Yet, my mood should be a good one today.
My Olympia! 20 years I've labored, hiding her from the public.
I've invested my entire life in her.
Total silence is essential.
But my clocks! - Less talk. To work!
Our goal is to acquire the pure soul of Anselmus.
Only the naïve soul of Anselmus
can overcome the magic of the Salamander Lindhorst.
Shall we get to work?
So nice! Such nice eyeballs! Well then, clockmaker, let's begin.
Theatre!
It doesn't matter that it's empty now.
People will come...
Yes, people will come and it will come alive.
I see it clearly.
Yes, yes!
Mice are after the maiden Marie.
Help me!
I'm the nutcracker, a brave knight!
My mission is to fight evil.
For Marie, I am ready to battle
against the Mouse King!
- Nutcracker, fight the Mouse King! - I am always ready to right
with my teeth! Snap! Snap! Snap!
Even alone without a sword, I can beat the Mouse Regiment!
What's he clapping to? There's nobody there.
Here I shall insert my Singspiele, my "Merry Musicians"
and my opera "Undine"!
My Olympia is not a talker,
but with these eyes you brought, her gaze will inflame him... with amorous desire.
He'll forget Serpentina,
that snakelet the cursed Salamander is trying to push off on him.
I'm curious how our Burghers ill react to my appointment.
Glory to the happy burghers,
Thrifty, wealthy men of trade.
Ola-reeo! Ola-reeo!
Our lives behind beer mugs are merry and brave!
Ola-reeo! Ola-reeo!
We are highly influential persons, Gentlemen in uniforms.
But even we from time to time Like to have a bit of fun!
My beloved Colombina! - Away, unworthy Truffaldino.
See, the apprentice,
the petty clerk is prancing around the theatre.
Such a thespian should appreciate our theatrical work.
He'll help us rid our domains of the accursed Salamander.
That kind-hearted magician.
She's coming to life!
Undine!
My subaquatic opera!
I am Undine, Undine!
Transparent and light,
I came in the dark of night To the fisherman's hut.
I'm a mermaid, a maid of the sea, A wave in love,
Huldebrand, in joy and in sorrow I remain true to you.
What are you doing here?
I am your new Kapellmeister.
You? - Me!
I am writing an opera, almost finished.
Here, it's called "Undine."
I prefer to conduct it myself.
You? You won't be seen even from the orchestra pit.
So that's how it is.
Drosselmeyer, here!
Magical cloak!
It seems to me I'm a giant.
The deed is done.
Done is the deed, done.
What an interesting laboratory you have.
So many curiosities.
Tell me about this telescope.
It's a special device with an unusual optical effect.
What effect?
This little tube shows what is desired rather than what is.
Intriguing. - Would you like to try it out?
Not I. But there is an individual for whom this is indispensable!
But in that case...
No buts. I'm taking it!
He'll see what he wants to see.
Oh, my Serpentina!
That accursed old hag's curse frightens me:
"You'll end up under glass!"
Excellent and mysterious other.
She's gone.
Can't be late to the Chancellery. Where's my frock?
This way. This way.
Stand up! Do you not see who has graced us?
What reliability! What zeal! What punctuality!
Fine work! Exemplary, exemplary!
Please receive from my hands this highest of awards:
the Order of the Green-Spotted Tiger.
This is a heavy tiger.
Hold me! Don't hold me!
Away!
The tavern is just what I need.
What's with you, Herr Ernst? You're out of sorts.
Silly thoughts have been haunting me recently.
How's that?
Tell me, can a person be put inside glass?
Six of one, half a dozen of the other.
I also think it's balderdash.
Personally, I prefer an inventive lie to banal truth.
Onward, Herr Warlock! The show must begin!
An Oriental tale!
Imagine a magnificent procession... - He's gotten a bit carried away.
Onto 12 snow-white unicorns...
with little golden hooves... - Our very own teller of tales.
...mount creatures wrapped in scarlet silk robes.
They are blowing pleasingly into silver trumpets,
beating on cymbals and drums.
Behind these excellent musicians come two giant ostriches
dragging a glittering golden tulip
in which sits a tiny old man with a long grey beard.
Instead of a hat, his head is adorned with a silver funnel.
The old man reads from a large book,
having settled a pair of square spectacles on his nose,
Behind him come 10 oddly dressed Moors with long spears and short swords.
He can turn a phrase!
Every time an old man turns a page in his book, he squeals:
Kuri-pire-ksi-li-ni!
And the Moors answer loudly:
Bram-bure-bil-alamonsa-kiki-bura-son-ton!
A bit scary, and a bit much.
All together now! Kuri-pire-ksi-li-ni!
Bram-bure-bil-alamonsa-kiki- bura-son-ton!
Look! Look! It's begun! They're coming!
What's that thunder? The ground is shaking!
The crowd! - The same Moors with curved sabers!
And the old fellow with the funnel!
It's them!
The very same...
There's your balderdash.
It's those very unicorns and Moors!
A dark science! - Our Ernst has put on quite a show.
He can see the future! - We'll pay with our heads for this!
These visions smell of witchcraft!
Horror!
An invasion of bloodthirsty Moors against our unfortunate Burghers!
He can see the future!
Is Herr Ernst in?
- Up in the attic. - Now we'll play a little trick.
There now.
It's her again.
Or not her?
A curious transformation.
Did she not appear to me in the Elderberry Tree?
You'll hear of me yet!
Fool! Fool! Your place is in glass, in glass!
Go away, old witch!
This is better.
I am delighted, Herr Anselmus, that you have finally come to me.
I know that fatal being all too well,
the fruit of chance love between a black dragon feather and a rotten beet root.
She despises me and devises various tricks,
and on this occasion became a doorknob to deny me a pleasant visit.
Herr Student, Herr Student, whence come ye?
And why such fancy clothes?
You make a comic sight, in your incomparable wig and paper boots.
Do you approve of my modest winter garden?
Oh, my God...
It is excellent beyond all measure, most honorable Herr Archivarius!
But... the motley bird laughs too much at my lowliness.
What deceit is this?
Here is your workplace.
Go on, dear boy. Serpentina will help you.
I understood that I was speaking with the Prince of Spirits
who now retired to his study to converse with emissaries
from some other planet.
It befits me to begin work.
Dear Anselmus.
Serpentina! Dear Serpentina!
Dear Anselmus,
I have come this minute to relate some particulars
regarding my father and myself.
Know, dearest, that my father hails from the wondrous tribe of Salamanders.
He lived in the magical country of Atlantis,
where reigned the powerful Prince of Spirits Phosphor,
served by the spirits of all elements.
Among the gardens of magical Atlantis
my youthful father once roamed
and in the basin of a flower saw a snakelet.
Just as it was with us.
You remember, Serpentina?
How I met you in the Elderberry bushes
and how tenderly you looked at me.
Stop, Anselmus! We talk now of father!
The Emperor of Spirits did not allow the Salamander
to unite with his beloved. But father...
Father forgot that his passion could consume,
and engulfed his beloved in flame.
It will be different with us.
My love is like unto a light breeze.
The curse upon my father will be lifted...
...as soon as I...
...find a heart's companion...
...with an innocent, unblemished...
...childlike soul.
O, my Serpentina!
I will love thee forever.
Kind Herr Anselmus,
you do indeed posses great abilities in calligraphy.
Serpentina loves you.
Be true to her,
and you will know the glorious miracles of the golden pot
and be happy for ages to come.
I expect you tomorrow at noon sharp!
Again she appears!
It is as if some force unexpectedly draws me
to this unknown lady.
Calm! Calm! - Hey! Hey!
Venerable Herr Ernst! Amice! My friend!
Pleased to see you.
Allow me to introduce my daughter, Olympia.
I'm charmed to meet you!
Herr Paulmann.
Would you care to join us for a jaunt on the river?
I'd be delighted.
Charming!
Can you not see us swimming before you?
My sisterkin are looking at you. Believe, believe in us!
Mein Herr, you're possessed!
Is something disturbing you, mein Herr? Leave it be! Leave it be!
I propose we put back a glass of my good old punch.
More! More!
It works!
My beautiful, speechless creature,
you are a ray from the distant, promised land of love.
It starts to seem to me that you...
...only you...
...you alone truly understand me.
Spin, my doll!
What an unusually lively chat you've been having with my daughter.
My good Herr Ernst,
if you so enjoy speaking with this timid maiden,
I'll always be delighted to see you in my home.
But of course!
My girl!
No, no!
Stop! Stop!
Let go, buffon!
Let go, let go, you vile scoundrel!
Cursed dog, stupid tinkerer!
I, it was I who created the mechanism that drives her!
But I made the eyes!
Away from here! - Let go!
Be gone! - Let go!
Go away! - Let go!
Perhaps I myself am to blame for this calamity.
I committed a sin against you, my glorious, beloved Serpentina!
Did I not lose my faith and with it all that could bring me higher happiness?
You will never be mine now.
Good evening!
Can I find Herr Ernst here?
Serpentina! My Serpentina!
It seems you were fain to call for my daughter?
But she is at the other side of the house, at her music lesson.
Let us move along.
One wrong line or, God forbid, an ink spot on the original
will bring woe upon you.
Madman, suffer now the punishment for what thou hast so irreverently done!
My kind Sirs, brothers in my misery,
how can you remain so unconcerned, nay even pleased?
Don't you know you're sitting in corked glass jars, as in a prison!
You, mein Herr, are babbling.
We are not in the least hindered
from going to Joseph's or other taverns on a daily basis,
relishing strong ale, frequenting other amusing establishments, or looking at girls.
We've never felt better than now.
It's quiet and relaxing here,
but there's a bell ringing in your head again.
Ringing!
They have never known what freedom and life there is in faith and love.
They have never seen the wondrous Serpentina!
Anselmus! Believe, love, hope! Believe, love, hope!
You ended up in glass!
Sit and rot there! In glass!
Leave me, devil's spawn!
Only your hellish games drove me to sin.
I betrayed Serpentina.
Now I must redeem myself.
I'm a bird and fly like a bird. Moldy parchments make me sick.
How lovely I look!
Mine! My golden pot!
Devilish delusions. Away from here!
Take this!
It hurts!
Dearest Anselmus, an all-destroying evil
strove to invade your soul and divide you against yourself.
But you have proven your faithfulness: be free and happy!
Now you can write about all that you have seen.
It will be a magnificent book.
How deeply in my soul did I feel the blessedness of Anselmus.
He has united with his dear Serpentina,
has withdrawn to the mysterious kingdom
for which his soul, full of strange hopes and premonitions, had yearned so long.
full of strange aspirations and intimations!
But in vain have I tried to set before you
even a hint of the glories that now surround Anselmus.
Looking over these 11 successfully completed chapters,
I have been greatly tortured by the thought
that I'll never be able to add the 12th and final chapter.
Lookie here, what's he scribbling?
Yuck, the text isn't tasty.
I'm here. Forward!
Pathetic Nutcracker!
My cohort! Surround him!
All against one.
We're in trouble!
Attack!
Get ready, you silly fool! - And you, chancellery scum!
My saber!
Permit me.
Run away!
I am a cavalier of the Order of the Green-Spotted Tiger!
I'm drowning in a chamber pot.
Venerable Herr Ernst Theodor Amadeus Hoffmann,
it is my understanding that you have became a famous writer
and have set down in 11 chapters
the singular fortunes of my good son-in-law, Anselmus,
formerly a student, presently a poet;
and that currently you are racking your brains
over how to write the 12th and final chapter about his happy life in Atlantis,
where he now lives with my daughter.
With greatest esteem, Your humble servant,
The Salamander Lindhorst,
Archivarius of the Secret Royal Archives.
I am extremely glad you have not refused my sincere offer.
Sip a bit of this burning arrack, to which I've added a little sugar,
and while you writing,
I shall just bob up and down in the goblet for my own amusement,
bob up and down.
Hark! Hark unto us!
We are joy and blessedness and the ecstasy of love!
The ecstasy of love!
My love! The Lily has opened its blossom.
The highest of desires has been fulfilled!
Is there a happiness equal to ours?
Happy is Anselmus,
who has thrown off the yoke of everyday life,
who blessedly and joyously lives in his Atlantis.
While I, in just a few minutes,
must quit this fair chamber and magical lilac-colored table.
I will find myself in my attic cell on the 5th floor,
where my mind will be ruled by the dim pettiness of existence.
Enough, enough venerable Herr!
Don't complain so!
Were you yourself not just in Atlantis?
Do you not possess all of its charms within the poetic realm of your own mind?
Can that have been anything less than life in poesy?
We are your children, bard, None are happier by far,
It is our destiny To live for eternity.
As your pen traced Across the page,
You became our Papa, our Mama, You alone did give us life.
Greetings to you: masks, periwigs and hairpieces
Garments for actors and actresses!
Long live the magical, hidden,
- Oh, is that how it is? Gnaw it, lads! - Mysterious and strange backstage world!
Long live the magical, hidden, secretive and strange backstage world!
The spectator will rave If he's kind, in delight,
If he's wicked, then he'll ponder His own sorry plight.
But both good and bad When spectacle's through
Will clap for me and clap for you.
And cry: Hoffmann, Hurrah!
That's your curtain call!
Directed by Stanislav Sokolov
Screenplay by Stanislav Sokolov and Viktor Slavkin
Lead Puppets by Mihail Shemyakin
Original Music by Shandor Kallosh Song Lyrics by Aleksandr Timofeyevskiy
Art Direction by Yelena and Nikolay Livanov
Cinematography by Igor Skidan-Bosin Aleksandr Vihanskiy
Lead Animators: Alla Solovyova, Yekaterina Rykova
Animators: Olga Panokina, Svetlana Grishina
Voice Actors: Vladimir Koshevoy, Anna Artamonova, Alexei Petrenko, Aleksandr Shirvindt, Pavel Lyubimstev
Voice Actors: Vyacheslav Polunin, Natalya Fisson, Kevin McNeer, Viktor Duritsyn
Project Supervisor and Editing: Veronika Pavlovskaya
"Chancellery'' set by Mihail Chemiakin
Artists: Yekaterina Bogachyova, Natalya Varlamova, Aleksey Leonovich, Marianna Monina
Set Builder: Yuriy Aksyonov
Puppet-Makers: lgor Hilov Gennadiy Bogachyov
Puppet Finishing and Costumes: Yelena Pokrovskaya, Olga Usachyova
Puppet Skeletons: Nikolay Zaklyakov
Set Builder Assistants: Roman & Vitaliy Romanov
Props Artists: Asya Kazanovskaya, Tatyana Fyodorova, Aleksandr Hovin-Pertaya
Assistants: Tayana Lykasova, Alisa Tsepkova, Yelena Nemykh, Mariya Kulikova, Anastasiya Zaharova
Musicians: violin - Semyon Yelizarov, alto - Vasiliy Kuharenko, cello - Arseniy Kotlyarovskiy, bass - Ilya Panichkin
Compositing: Sergey Danilchenko, Pavel Nosyrev, Yuliya Milyohina, Dmitriy Nikitin, Anton Malvinov,
Kseniya Chermashentseva, Pavel Filimendrikov, Aleksey Gerasimov, Oleg Ryabokhlyst,
Konstantin Arefyev, Yelena Papinova
Retouching Superviser: Yelena Papinova
Retouching: Aleksey Stebakov, Yelena Papinova, Grigor Mashuryan, Aleksey Malvinov, Andrey Fomin,
Yuliya Yefremova, Yuliya Milehina, Valentin Lanrov, Pavel Filimendikov, Kseniya Chermashentseva,
Pavel Gunichev, Konstantin Arefyev
Modeling: Marina Pustovaya
Render Settings: Vadim Borzenko
Constructions for Filming: Nikolay Treshchetenkov
Exposition Sheets: Olga Vasilenko
Quality Control and Archiving: Marife Ruzhanskaya
Sound Director: Viktor Duritsyn
Assistant Sound Director: Aleksandr Retin
"Film Company ORYOL"
Postproduction Sound Director: Andrei Kashin
Vocal Ensemble "Malachite Box": Viktoriya Abulhanova, Darya Alyoshina
Natakya Dobrynina, Veronika Ivanchenko, Polina Ivanova, Mariya Knyaginina
Supervisor: Yelena Aleksandrovna Gofman
Color Correction: Sergei Zaporozhtsev
Closing Credits Sequence: Kevin McNeer
Technical Support: Oleg Ryavokhlyst, Andrey Melnikov, Aleksey Stebakov,
Aleksey Gankov, Miron Steinberg, Pyotr Muravyov
Editors: Tatyana Paporova, Natalya Abramova
Accountant: Tatyana Redina
Post-Production Managers: Yulia Gruvman, Anna Sekhina
Line Producer: Anastasia Lunkova
Executive Producers: Yuliana Slashcheva, Boris Maskovtsev, Nikolai Makovsky, Sergey Strusovsky
Thank you to: Ivan Voytenko, Olga Tolstaya, Manyk Denoyan, Rimma Deli, Shushash Mashuryan,
Boris Smirnov, Denis Korotkov, Kseniya Solovyova, Yevgeniya Ilchenko, Veronika Pavlova, Elvira Tkachenko
Anna Kalugina, Vladimir Pivovar, Nikita Semyonov, Vitaliy Arsenin, Maksim Novikov, Pavel Savinkov,
Anna Simonova, Oleg Yelagin, Olga Alekseyeva, Oleg Gey, Liliya Samigullina, Olga Maslova,
Yelena Dobrynina, Anna Gushchina, Alina Gabbasova, Lyubov Dobraya
with support from the Ministry of Culture of the Russian Federation
The Cinema Foundation
Copyright "Soyuzmultfilm" Film Studio 2018 Subs by Kevin McNeer, ed. by Niffiwan (2024)