Vacation in Prostokvashino
screenplay E. Uspenskiy director V. Popov
composer Ye. Krylatov art directors L. Hachatryan, A. Sher
camera K. Rasulov sound B. Filchikov montage N. Stepantseva
artists E. Maslova, R. Mirenkova, M. Rogova, N. Bogomolova, Yu. Kuzyurin, V. Vyshegorodtsev, M. Voskanyants, S. Marakasov, I. Svetlitsa, D. Anpilov
voices O. Tabakov, V. Talyzina, M. Vinogradova, B. Novikov, L. Durov, G. Kachin script editor M. Frichinskaya
assistants Z. Plehanova, L. Krutovskaya production director L. Butyrina
I'm going to insist - drink it!
There is no escape from your milk!
All the buckets and basins are full of it!
There's even milk in the sink!
That's nothing. Now, when I get a second cow...
And how are we supposed to wash?
- Just like that! - How?!
You shouldn't get dirty so much!
Besides, some wash themselves with their tongue.
Uh huh... and some even eat mice!
Ugh...
And if your cow was a bit smarter,
she wouldn't produce milk, but carbonated drink -
Pepsi Cola, for example.
Or maybe kvass.
And if you were a bit smarter,
you'd have gotten involved in some useful activity.
And I will!
I'm going out hunting!
Don't you feel sorry for those critters you're going to shoot?
I do.
But what can I do if my instinct's awakening
and the woods are calling for me?
Oh... he-he-he!
And animals, by the way,
were created exactly for that -
to be hunted!
I'll soon be back!
I'll shoot somehing tasty.
Oh... I wish Uncle Fyodor could see me!
Go on... go on, you wretch of a spaniel!
Okay, what letter is this?
Karrr
- And this one? - Karrr
Well, can you "karrr" this letter?
Karrr!
Okay, how about this one?
Karrr!
Enough! I've had enough!
My life is absolutely hopeless!
I live like a serf!
- And why is that? - Because...
I have four formal silk dresses, but nowhere to wear them!
No, it's decided! Tomorrow we leave for a resort!
What do we need a resort for?
We have a wonderful house in Prostokvashino.
Just think about it!
Who's there? Who goes there?
No one's there, it's just daddy losing his mind!
He won't let us go to a resort.
I don't want a resort either!
I want to go to Prostokvashino!
And what am I supposed to do in your Prostokvashino?
Chop wood in my evening dress?
Or maybe charm the bulls?
That's enough!
I worked all year for you lot with a frying pan,
and now I want a resort, to relax!
Attention! Attention!
The Moscow-Sochi train will be departing from platform #4.
The local train to Prostokvashino from #5...
Once again: Attention! Attention!
Listen, where is our boy?
Where did Uncle Fyodor disappear to?
Mom, mom... don't worry about me!
I'll be all right with Matroskin and Sharik! We'll have a good time!...
I raised you, had sleepless nights for you... And you...
but you... you... leaving me in that train!
He's going the right way.
He'll be better off in the village.
After all, he has no evening dresses...
Have a seat, hunter. I'll give you a lift.
Thank you, Mr. Pechkin.
How are you at shooting, hunter?
- Any good? - Hah, of course!
So if I throw up my hat, will you hit it?
Throw your hat!
There won't be anything left of it
other than holes!
What have we here?
This is no longer a hunt, but a fishing trip!
Hey, you fool,
drop your rifle and swim up, quickly!
I'd be glad to drop it, but Matroskin would rip my head off!
We paid money for this rifle
but my life... is worth nothing.
That's it! Consider me drowned.
Who's there?
It's me, postman Pechkin,
I've brought an ad about your boy.
We don't need an ad about a boy,
and anyway, we don't have a boy...
He lives in the city now...
Who's there?
Karr, karr, it's me. Me. Me!
Hurrah!
At last, my dear Uncle Fyodor has come!
Now we can stack twice as much hay for our cow!
Enough with your hay, already! Where is Sharik?
There he is, coming back from his hunt.
Darn hunter!
He's probably dragging in his catch.
Phew...
Like I have nothing better to do
than dragging dogs out of the river!
But I never asked to be dragged out.
M... maybe, I wasn't drowning at all!
Maybe I was just doing some underwater swimming!
This is for you, for savng our Sharik.
Oh, that Sharik of ours!
Fancies himself a hunter!
You bring no profit, only expenses!
What are we gonna do with him?
He won't be able to make it without hunting
He'll wither.
Maybe we should make him a draught dog?
We'll buy him a cart and ride him to the market to sell milk...
We could plow the garden with him...
Hey, Sharik... do you want us to make you a draught dog?
Ah... make whatever you want out of me.
Even a scarecrow!
My life is not dear to me anyway...
No, no, no, this is what I have decided:
I'll write a letter to mom and dad
and ask them to send Sharik a photogun.
It will be hunting but without any need to kill animals.
Darling, let's drop your resort and go to Prostokvashino.
Be patient!
I have worn two evening dresses, and have two more left to wear.
But what if our boy misses us?
It is we who miss him, he is fine there.
He has a top-notch cat, far beyond your level!
He's as safe with him as behind a stone wall!
Yeah... if I'd only had a cat like that
I might have never got married.
(knock at the door)
Who's there?
It's me, postman Sharik� I mean just Sharik!
Come in.
Get up! Our cow has given birth to a calf!
There!... See how useful my cow is?
Okay, my friends, let's bring him into the house.
Uh huh, and his mother, too.
That's all we need!
I wonder who owns him?
What do you mean "who"? We do, of course.
No, he isn't!
Who owns the cow? The state!
We are only renting her.
That means the state owns the calf, too!
Sharik, Sharik, be quiet, please!
The cow belongs to the state.
But everything she gives � like milk or calves � is ours.
Here, Uncle Fyodor, judge for yourself:
If we rent a fridge, whose is it?
The state's.
Right, Uncle Fyodor! Now what about the frost that it produces?
The frost is ours.
The frost is what we rent it for!
But we rented one cow, and now we've got two!
Sharik, the invoice says we've got one red cow!
It says we rented one cow,
and we'll give back one, to keep the books in order!
I don't understand why you two are arguing.
Weren't you, Matroskin, preparing to buy the cow outright?
So keep her, along with her calf!
I won't part with my Murka for anything, now!
I was happy before, and now I will be twice as happy!
Because I now have two cows!
Gavriusha, come!
Gavriusha, lie down!
Speak!
Mooooooo! Moooo!
Gavriusha, fetch!
I came to you lot on business, and you want to butt heads!
Not to mention what you've done to my hat!
It's not even a hat now, just ventilation.
Just look at all those holes!
So what's the business you wanted to see us about?
I've brought you a package.
But I won't give it to you, because you have no ID.
You are too young to have ID
and those with tails are not entitled to have ID at all!
So why did you even bring the package?
Because...
I'm supposed to.
Since the package has arrived, a delivery attempt must be made,
but since there is no ID, I must not release it.
I'm going to do this all week!
Give us our package right now!
What kind of ID do you have?
Whiskers, paws and a tail! That's my ID!
IDs always have a stamp.
Have you got a stamp on your tail?
Nope!
And whiskers can be faked!
- Ugh. - Argh�
- Oh...
It's probably my photogun in that package.
Yeah, probably costs a lot, too...
Yeah.
I've got an idea!
What is it?
We'll find a box just like Pechkin's
- Hmm? - And when he comes again...
Then what?
We'll swap the boxes!
Hurrah!
Gavriusha, come!
Shake!
Who's there?
It's me, postman Pechkin.
I've brought a package,
but I won't release it to you
because you have no ID
We wouldn't take that package anyway.
What do we need that shoe polish for?
What shoe polish?
The regular sort, the one everyone polishes shoes with.
Who sent you so much shoe polish?
Are you setting up a booth to sell it?
It's from my uncle, he lives with the watchman at a shoe polish factory
He's got tons and tons of shoe polish,
so he sends it to anyone and everyone.
Shoe polish or no shoe polish...
but I still won't give you the package.
I am no fool!
Who's there?
You, chatterbox, are there,
and I am here! So keep quiet!
I'm going to have to ask you not to offend our bird.
Enough with the arguments, come inside and have some tea.
I've set the table!
Please, Mr. Pechkin, have a seat.
Could you pass me those sweets?
They are simply wonderful!
Give it back, give it back! That's my sweet!
How greedy some people are for others' goodies!
Prostokvashino To Uncle Fyodor (for Sharik) From Mom and Dad
Well, Sharik, now you can go photohunting!
You can photograph animals and send pictures to various magazines!
Right, to whichever ones pay more!
Don't miss us too much, Uncle Fyodor. Hang in there!
We'll be there soon. Only one dress is left. Your Mom and Dad.
Whew, game animals are so stupid these days!
I had to chase after him half the day to take his picture!
That's nothing!
Now you're going to have to chase him for the remaining half!
Why's that?
To give him the picture you took.
- Hurrah! - Hellow dear parents! - Hurrah!
Oh, my dears, my precious ones...
You look so well-fed! And look at your tan!
Hello, welcome!
Hello, hello, dear Igor Ivanovich!
Hey, madam, hold off on the kissing,
let's settle a conflict first.
What sort of conflict?
This sort!
Just look what they've done to my hat!
Ah!
Looks like it would be good at draining pasta.
Listen, Mr. Pechkin...
Keep quiet, you!
It takes three of your kind to make such a hat
All right, all right, Mr. Pechkin...
Here is your new headwear,
Just calm down, please.
Great! There is field mail...
and now we'll have sea mail!
Hey, let me shoot you with my photogun, for the memories!
No, no need to shoot me!
What if I'm only just starting to live?
I'm retiring!
Yes, I've understood a lot
And should I have another life,
I would spend it here, in Prostokvashino.
(subtitles - Niffiwan, trueboltsfan, Eus)