Soyuzmultfilm 1948
New Year's Eve
directed & written by Olga Khodataeva & Petr Nossov words (poems) Michael Volpin
Art director Petr Nosov music G. Lobachev cameraman Michael Druyan sound S. Rensky Tech. assistent K. Apestin cutter A. Firsova
artists N. Kholmogortsev, N. Vereshchagina animators L. Popov, A. Birulin, Tatiana Fedorova, Nikolai Fedorov, Lev Zhdanov, M. Kuprach,
N. Dragunov, Lidia Reztsova, Elena Khludova, Lev Pozdneyev executive producer N. Tsofnas
"Yes? New Year! Grandson! Great to hear you!
Do not worry, we're almost done, In a minute we will be gone.
What? Quiet you two, or I'll get furious. Are you kidding or are you serious?
The Christmas tree, it is so obvious to see, that it is not a goldconed fir tree.
Oh please, old man, take care of that, without it New Year shall look bad!
It should be a feast not to forget so children will look glad.
"Have you heard the woo? The tree it will not do! We need a tree with cones that glow Come on you two, let's go!
Big chance such trees are gone by now! So: Where to look, and find them how?
And time is short. Where to did it flow? Just fifteen minutes left to go! (* to twelve o'clock)!
Well, let's not waste our time in grumbling. Into the woods to find this big thing!
"Looks like this old man is in trouble ..."
So where to look, and not look double?"
Ask the Moon, he can tell the best. Above his clouds he sees east and west"
I guess you're right! You Bunny bright, Thank you dear, your paw give here!
Moony, lad, grant me a path! Up this tree and up another! Don't let velocity be a bother.
Did you see, or have you heard of, A gold coned tree, there from above?
Here comes a bear whose track to follow will lead you straight and without fail...
...to a site where you can wallow at a tree's sight that hits the nail.
"Well, thank you for the pointer, moon. That your attention and affection soon...
may lead to the honour you deserve. "Well thank you Claus, but mind one thing Some wood-sprites hate an axe to swing!
Fly steel bird of the starry skies, at twelve o'clock I must materialize...
On the twelfth blow cometh the New Year. Dear motors let full spinning hear,
And fly my rocket as a spear, to the capital's New Year!
That truly is a beautiful sight!
Something here does not feel right I think I would just rather hide.
Fear not, the soul is like a hare! The mind has powers you're not aware.
Your feelings play with you a joke. This should give them a little poke!
"Oh, gray, you surely are a coward" -"And you are with great courage favoured?"
Cowards are, to add a snear, commonly white, from lifelong fear!
Where did it go? Where can it be? How did it play these trick on me?
Who dears withstand, o Forrest-goblin, the winds that Santa's set to spin?
They will not rest, will not give in, until the gold-coned tree I'll win.
Now hold your horses, because of course is this not a matter you can win with forces.
You Graybeard entered in my realm, it is me who is here at the helm!
Naught but a joke, what I just stroke. You know precisely why I came.
Of course! I know what you want to claim!
So give it... - Nope
You dope!
Still: - Nope!
You foolish, most eccentric being.
We pay you of course, we're guaranteeing.
To get this tree, I assure thee Santa brought a generous fee!
That really doesn't interest me It is to this you must agree: to win this tree you battle me!
Would you please, my beary beast, pull out it's hide the lacquered casket I showed you to get if I would ask it.
We'll battle, old man,a fight of magic whose miracle's can show off the most graphic
miracle works of ingenious traffic or far away wonders,on which the mind ponders?
And he who shows things most miraculously be.. the fellow who will take the tree.
"Done!"- "Go on!"
So do come here, a bit more near and let the sight of your gray-bearded face...
rest for some minute on this here place. Is it not utterly glorious. Isn't my view not very victorious?
Oh this was, you vermin,not good nor bad. Nay, brother Goblin, you ain't seen nothing yet
Now brother Goblin it is my turn, to show you for what all people yearn!
So who is most victorious now? Admit it, long nosed creature and bow.
you organised this small contest. It's over now, you did your best.
Now rest and give the Christmas tree, that on our way we soon might be.
You are, old man, a bit too fast, this is not over with one blast!
A second miracle I will show, that surely will make your cheekbones glow!
You see this stove moving by itself? Compete with that, you Christmas elf!
Real nice:to travel on a heater. An ass might think it can't be sweater as it keeps warm for 1000 meter
but how painfully will the bum not get who sits on stone the miles after that?"
Just wait and see these things appear: Subways, cars and locomotion,
so many things we engineer oh Forresteer you have no notion!
You're still rejoicing in advance, you think I do not stand a chance?
The Christmas tree, it is not yours yet, look here, this prince flies on a carpet!
On a carpet! Ain't that something? By heaven, yes, I stare admiring!
But do you think that you just won?
Very soon this'll be undone.
This rocketplane contains my grandson. Does it not fly just like a falcon?"
Please fly away this terrible bird, and have the tree, I gave my word.
I'll cut it down myself, I bow.! move out you noisy elf, and go!
How marvelous this tree here is! What twinkly cones! Success can't miss!
Oh, fairy tales and fables, no longer are you needed,
The old way to the new way bows, new wonders have been seeded!
I should not,can not say, oh Goblin old, that that's completely true.
The Tales of old are still of gold to help create the new!
From the land of fairy tales here I brought this Christmas tree and toys.
Happy New Year, all my children dear! Happy New year girls and boys!
Children:"Happy New Year, Grandfather Frost!"
Subs by Chapaev & Eus, who is a bit exhausted from all the ways the text to bend so it would rhyme until...
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