Creative Association "Ekran"
One summer day,
Moominpappa was sitting back in the shade of a spreading pear tree
and writing his memoirs...
I, Moomintroll Senior,
am continuing to write my reminiscences
about how I and my family settled in the blue Moominvalley.
In a small house,
which had been built by me, all by myself,
together with me resides my wife, Moominmamma.
Moominmamma is the sort of mamma who always permits everyone to do anything
and never forbids anybody anything.
Children, we've dined without you.
The meal is on the stove-top. Eat whatever you want.
This is also the residence of Moomintroll Junior, our son,
and his friend Sniff, who is like family to us.
Based on the eponymous story by Tove Marika Jansson
Moomintroll and the Comet
Late one night, when everybody was already asleep,
Moominpappa was awakened by someone's plaintive voice.
It is I... the Muskrat.
Excuse me for disturbing you over a trifle.
The fact is that a flood hm-hm-hm... has destroyed my house.
What a pity!
Come in, I beg you magnanimously!
This is an unnatural rain.
There's something in the air.
I have certain forebodings.
It seems as if a comet is flying towards us.
Look...
It's just like a star with a tail.
Like a comet. A tail-possessing comet,
which is traveling in the black emptiness of outer space.
This comet... is it tasty?
Do not bother me, I am pondering.
I am pondering about how all things in the world are ephemeral.
What is that - "ephemeral"?
Ephemeral means flimsy.
All things in this world are flimsy and ephemeral...
Aha...
Is your hammock ephemeral?
So when will the comet fly into the earth?
I have no idea.
Ask the Professors in the Observatory on the Lonely Mountains.
Mamma! Sniff and I are setting off for the Lonely Mountains, to the Observatory.
We'll sail in a raft.
All right, son.
Let's not forget that Moominmamma is the sort of mamma
who always permits everyone to do anything.
Ah, how I wish I could set off together with them.
And Moominpappa remembered those daring journeys
which he used to undertake in the days of his youth.
The comet... is it scary?
What is it bigger than?
It is bigger than nothing.
Who is that? What is that?
Why, that is Snufkin!
With his harmonica!
We are heading for the Lonely Mountains, to the Observatory!
A comet is flying towards the earth!
But it's smaller than a fly!
But it's flying towards us!
And we want to look at the stars through a great telescope!
It must be said, that a lonely wanderer,
of the sort that Snufkin had been and has since continued to be,
could be lured out only with a long journey.
Now Snufkin become agitated.
I also, I also like stars!
Before slumber I always look at them!
Then leap!
The tent! You've left your tent!
Why is it dark?!
I'm frightened!
The music flew off into the mountains, awakened echo after echo,
And awoke... one Hemulen.
Noise? Noise.
Noise, noise, noise, hush, hush... someone is making noise here!
Maybe it's insects, rare insects as yet undiscovered by anyone!
Thank you, Hemulen.
You saved us.
I wasn't saving you at all,
I was catching some buzzing cave bug for my collection.
Are these the Lonely Mountains?
I don't catch mountains, mountains hold no interest for me.
You know why we've come? For the comet.
Comet?!
Oh, oh, oh, oh, hush, hush!
Does it fly?
Of course.
Oh! Oh! Is it a great rarity?
It comes once in a hundred years!
Oh! Oh, oh, oh, hush! Hush! Hush!
And how does it look?
Bright red and with a tail.
Oh! oh! oh!
And what do they eat?
They eat Hemulens.
There isn't any comet.
The Muskrat made it all up.
Do what you like, but I'm going home.
But we agreed to head to the Observatory.
Let's go home and then head there.
Do what you like, but I'm untying myself.
But it was you who wanted to look at the stars!
Fine, look - there's a star over there.
But it's not nice to look at all.
On the very top of a jagged peak stood the Observatory,
were the Professors lived alone with the stars,
and making thousands of remarkable discoveries.
A giant telescope was moving slowly hither and thither
keeping a watch on the dangers of outer space.
How do you do. How are you? May we look into your telescope? We won't spoil it.
The professor wasn't answering.
He had spent 93 years of his own life on trifles, as it was.
One moment. Let me try. You are not speaking the right way.
How do you do! I have heard so much about one respected professor
who has discovered the comet, but it seems he is not here?
Perhaps that's in an another observatory...
No, no, no, by no means, by no means, that's here,
that is, that's he, that-that-that is, that's me.
That's the story, you know... yes.
It's you?!
But it seems there's no comet to be seen?
Maybe you really are you,
but the comet isn't here?
Here is it! Here is it!!! Look!
Here's the story...
At first, Sniff was rather frightened.
The sky was quite black and the big stars flickered as if they were alive,
and far in the distance shone something like a red, wicked eye.
Is that the comet?
But where is its tail?
And why isn't it flying?
The tail is where it should be - behind it.
The comet is rushing along towards the earth at enormous speed,
but it seems, it seems, that it's motionless...
And when will it fly into us?
In four days sharp, mm-yes, in four days, sharp, yes.
And what will happen then?
What will happen? I... I haven't thought about it.
I... I haven't thought about what will happen.
In any case, I'll describe the course of events in detail
for the history of science, and that's the whole story...
And now don't bother me, I've lost, because of you,
an entire 35 seconds, you know...
screenwriter: A. Altayev director: Nina Shorina
art director: Lyudmila Tanasenko camera: Leonard Kolvinkovsky
composer: Aleksey Rybnikov
sound: Nelli Kudrina
voice actors: Olga Gobzeva, Zinoviy Gerdt
animators: Alla Grishko, Vladimir Kaduhin, A. Degtyaryov
assistants: N. Oranskaya, Ye. Zelenina, A. Turevich
montage: M. Trusova
script editor: Valeriya Konovalova
production director: V. Fomin
The End of the second film
original subtitles: jkhelgi (~2010) http://notabenoid.com/book/7461/22621
revised by Niffiwan (2023) https://www.animatsiya.net