R. Kipling MOWGLI
THE BATTLE Soyuzmultfilm
Screenplay: L. Belokurov Director: R. Davydov
Art Directors: A. Vinokurov, R. Repkin Director of Photography E. Petrova
Music by S. Gubaidulina Sound by G. Martynyuk
Animators V. Zarubin, N. Fedorov, O. Safonov,
V. Bobrov, O. Komarov, F. Eldinov, V. Likhachev, P. Korobaev
Parts voiced by: Mowgli: L. Shabarin Akela: U. Puzyrev
Shere Khan: A. Papanov Kaa: V. Ushakov Tabaqui: S. Martinson
Assistant Director N. Sumarokova Editor: L. Georgieva
Camera Operator: S. Kascheeva Script Supervisor: A. Snesarev
Director of Production L. Butyrina
- To the right. - To the left.
- Up. -Down.
- Here. - There.
- We are finished! - I am already dead.
They're coming closer!
Are there many of them?
They are flowing
like a boundless red river.
Oh, we are finished!
Thank you, Chil.
You have always been a trusted eye of the Pack.
We are of one blood.
O Free Tribe,
the Red Dogs are coming this way.
Let them come!
Each of the red dogs is weaker than a wolf,
but there are too many of them.
Even Hathi himself
moves aside from their path.
Even so, it is better to die in a fair fight
than to die running away.
This will be a great hunt,
although for many
it will be their last.
What do you say?
It's all because of Mowgli!
We should have given him to Shere Khan.
We accept the fight.
We have to warn our friend.
I am going to tell the python.
Where are you going?
Be careful, Mowgli.
"We accept the fight!"
they shouted.
And that cursed frog shouted the loudest.
Fools.
They have forgotten the Law of the Jungle,
Each creature for himself.
We'll go north to wait it out.
We'll go north! We'll go north!
We'll go north.
And when we two return, there will be no one left-
not the little frog, nor even his white bones!
Nor even his white bones!
Poor Mowgli.
Ouch!
Foolish little frog,
you have spoiled my hunt.
How can you talk about hunting?
Have you gone deaf from old age?
The red dogs are coming!
We accept the fight!
The red dogs?
Yes,
it will be good hunting.
Only afterwards there will be
neither the little man left,
nor Kaa.
Wise Kaa,
have you fallen asleep?
Let me think.
Kaa.
Ouch!
Follow me.
These are wild bees.
Why are we here?
Look.
A certain old fat, deaf python
will wait for the little man.
You are telling me to pull Death by the whiskers.
Well, Kaa, you are indeed
the wisest of all the Jungle.
Many have said so.
Go,
but for your sake
I will carry word to the pack.
They will chase me, Kaa;
they will certainly chase me.
Watch out!
Mowgli has many little thorns under his tongue
to prick the hide of each red dog.
They will certainly chase me.
Certainly, Kaa.
Hey you, Red Dogs,
who asked you to come here?
We are the Masters of the Jungle.
Red dog!
Red rat!
Go home, eater of dead lizards!
It's not time yet, Mowgli.
Well, Master of the Jungle,
can't you get me?
Tell your dogs to go home
and eat worms and frogs!
I do not need any guards.
Are you pleased, Red Dog?
I myself will tear out your stomach!
Now... it's time!
Take your tail!
Hey, where are you going?
I am here!
It was good hunting.
I once rescued you,
Little Frog,
and now you have rescued the whole pack.
Raise me to my feet.
O Free Pack,
I am going
to the Valley of Death.
You need a new leader --
young, strong
and wise.
I speak of Mowgli.
And now
I will sing
my last song.
This is the fourth of the Mowgli stories.
(subtitles from FBJ, edited by Niffiwan)