Soyuzmultfilm studio 1954
WASH-'EM-CLEAN After the story by K. Chukovskiy screenplay I. Ivanov-Vano, music Yu. Levitin
directed by Ivan Ivanov-Vano art directors Anatoliy Savchenko, Mihail Botov
camera Nikolay Voinov sound Nikolay Prilutskiy, ass. dir. V. Sveshnikova montage L. Sazonova
animators Vladimir Pekar, B. Savkov, T. Fyodorova, V. Ryabchikov, Faina Yepifanova, Vladimir Krumin, M. Kuprach, Vladimir Popov, K. Malyshev,
Konstantin Chikin, Vladimir Arbekov, Boris Butakov artists: G. Nevzorova, V. Rodgero, O. Gemmerling, I. Prokofyeva
Every morning, bright and early, All the little mice go washing,
And the kittens,
And the ducklings,
And the bugs and spiders, too.
Only you're unwashed and yucky, And have left yourself all mucky.
What a piggy! It's no wonder Shoes and stockings run from you!
From my bed The blanket's fled...
Ah, my bedsheet will not stay!
And my pillow, like a frog, Is a-galloping away!
He reached for a light... the light took fright!
Reached for a book... it quickly fled, Jumping underneath his bed.
What has happened? What's the matter?
What's the reason for this rout?
Why did everything start spinning? Has the world turned inside out?
Irons being chased by boots,
Boots by pastries filled with fruits,
Pies with irons in cahoots,
Belts and pokers playing tag...
All is swirling topsy-turvy. What a racket, what a drag!
Suddenly from Mummy's bedroom. Lame, and with a crooked tread,
Straight towards him came the wash-stand. There he stood and shook his head.
You are nasty! You are dirty!
You're an unwashed piggy-wiggy.
There's no chimney-sweep who's blacker.
Take a look at your own face!
Dirty neck, and dirty toes.
You have ink beneath your nose!
With your hands so black and muddy...
E'en your trousers ran off, buddy.
Even trousers, even trousers
Ran away without a trace!
Every morning, bright and early,
All the little mice go washing,
And the kittens,
And the ducklings,
And the bugs and spiders, too.
Only you're unwashed and yucky, And have left yourself all mucky.
What a piggy! It's no wonder Shoes and stockings run from you!
I'm a great and famous wash-stand,
'Wash 'Em Clean' is what I'm called.
I command the other wash-stands,
I have troops of sponges bold!
If I stamp, or wave my hand,
All the troops at my command
Will come rushing to this room
With a clangour and a boom!
They will start to
snort and howl,
They will stamp their feet and growl.
Though it won't be quite a whipping,
You'll be scrubbed until you gleam.
And a dipping,
They will give you in the stream!
Kara-Baras!
Ka - ra - ba - ras!
And at once a swarm of brushes
Chirped and darted round like thrushes.
And they scrubbed him, scrubbed and scrubbed
Chanting as they rubbed:
We will wash this little blighter.
Whiter, whiter, whiter, whiter!
We will wash this little blighter.
Whiter, whiter, whiter, whiter!
We will scrub this naughty mite
White, white, white, white!
We will scrub this naughty mite
White, white, white, white!
Then the soap jumped in, or rather, got entangled in his hair,
And it covered him with lather, Stinging wasp-like everywhere.
Suddenly around a-turning I saw dear old Uncle Croc,
With his twins he was returning From an early morning walk.
And that pesky sponge that followed, Like a jackdaw bird he swallowed.
Then he turned, and he glared.
Then he stamped, and he flared.
What an awful disgrace! Go at once and wash your face!
If you don't, I will beat you! I will trample and eat you!
He ran homeward like a streak of lighting then, Till in front of his own bath he stood again.
Soap and water, Soap and water, He applied with all his might.
Washed the dirt off, Washed the ink off, Till his face was beaming white.
There's my picture-book returning, And my notebook's come to prance.
There's my book of sums and primer Joining in a merry dance!
Then the great and famous wash-stand, "Wash 'Em Clean", as he is called,
Who commands all other wash-stands, Who has troops of sponges bold,
Ran towards him dancing, prancing. Kissing him, he said and smiled:
That's a darling! Now you're splendid. Now that all your ways have mended,
All your nasty habits ended, Now you look a decent child!
Every morning, every evening. We must play the washing game.
And to those, Who're always dirty — Lasting shame! Lasting shame!
Lasting shame!
Hurray for scented soap,
And for fluffy towels,
And for tooth brush and paste,
And for sturdy, sturdy comb!
Let's go for a wash, and a splash
A swim, for a dive, for a tumble
In a barrel, in a basin, in a bath
In a river, in a stream, in the ocean,
In a bath, and in a banya,
Always and everywhere —
Eternal glory to water!
Always and everywhere — Eternal glory to water!
The End Subs by Niffiwan & Eus, partly using Eugene Felgenhauer's translation