THE NEW GULLIVER
Freely adapted from Jonathan Swift's book screenplay - Grigoriy Roshal, Aleksandr Ptushko text - S. Bolotin
directed by Aleksandr Ptushko
camera I. Shkarenkov, Nikolay Renkov
puppets and decor Sarra Mokil, Yu. Shvets
artists A. Zharenov, A. Nikulin, sculptor A. Tayozhnaya
Gulliver: V. Konstantinov
music Leonid Shvarts sound Ya. Haron, A. Korobov, A. Minin
MOSCOW CINEMA FACTORY, 1935 Subs by Niffiwan, Eus & Chapaev (2012-2022)
Winged seagulls, shaggy waves, Take your places, men.
I'll swing my oars - hey, adults, Let's see, who'll be out in front?
We race in fast boats, in dinghies, We row fast with our oars.
We sailors, we navigators, To the commune's harbor will arrive!
Muscles bold, foreheads tanned, Only our white teeth gleam.
Slanting sails, colored tiers Fly into the open sea.
- Hurrah! Hurrah!
Winged seagulls, shaggy waves, Take your places, men.
I'll swing my oars - hey, adults, Let's see, who'll be out in front?
We race in fast boats, in dinghies, We row fast with our oars.
We sailors, we navigators, To the commune's harbor will arrive!
Salty winds, green waves, Sleepy jellyfish, stay in the deeps!
The waves are foaming, and Lenin's children Carry in their boats a merry jive.
Young scouts, today we celebrate a small victory.
From a broken boat cast ashore by the waves
we have built a beautiful yacht with our own hands.
The building crew themselves will make a trial sailing to Adalara island.
We're going to give recognition to the best of them right now.
Pioneers, follow the example of your front-rank comrades!
Keep your hands steady on your studies and friendly teamwork!
Hail to the sturdy workers of the 'Artek'!
- Hurrah! Hurrah!
Comrades, let us now give recognition to the best sea-scouts!
Comrade Yudin, instructor of the group.
Comrade Konstantinov, the brigade's best labourer,
is awarded a certificate of merit and his favorite book, "Gulliver's Travels".
Boarding...
...begins!
Blow, horn! We are the youth of the people,
Growing up in a world of labour.
Blow, trumpet! Under the sun of freedom, Shines the pioneers' star.
Though ahead be precipices and steep cliffs,
Beyond them lies a land Of gleaming valleys.
We shall triumph! Long live the mighty...
...union of workers of all the Earth!
Horn, blow! May our slogan fly into far lands - forward!
Blow, trumpet! Across all the oceans the waves will spread our song.
Guys, come here!
Careful! Watch yourselves! Don't stumble! Look where you step!
Come on, you can do it!
Guys, we're arrived! We're going to have breakfast here, okay?
- Finally! - Breakfast! - Take this, lads!
Take the apples! Apples! Why're you taking the grapes?
- Hey, helmsman, catch! - Aye-aye, captain!
- Well, boys, what are we going to do? - Let's read Petkin's "Gulliver"!
Boys, there is a proposition to read "Gulliver" aloud.
- Do it!
Hey, boys! We're going to read a book!
Okay, boys, quiet.
My father owned a small estate in Notting- hamshire. I was the third of his five sons.
In my youth I studied medicine. After that, I sailed for some years as a ship surgeon.
One day I set sail on the ship 'Antelope' to the Southern Ocean.
It was stormy weather.
Enormous waves washed over the deck,
and a deafening wind blew in the sails.
Suddenly, I noticed a ship with black sails. They were pirates.
Their fast brig rammed into the stern of the 'Antelope'.
The impact was so heavy that I went overboard
and fell onto the deck of the pirate-ship.
A horrible crash was heard and the poor 'Antelope' went down with all its crew.
"By a thousand devils!" the pirates shouted, "All sorts of old boats are slouching around!"
Meanwhile, the storm was getting worse...
Boatswain!
Everybody to their places!
Get out, you hangmen! Move it, or choke on an anchor!
Cavalier-sailors! [...]
- Sailors, move it, grog in your mouth!
Oh, you fake sailors!
Who're you, may-a-shark-bite-you?
I am doctor Petya Gulliver.
- Here, here. To warm your belly:
Navy borscht, with dumplings!
- How can you talk of borscht when everything is cracking up?!
Don't get in the way of the work!
Ah, so you're going to break dishes? I will teach you a lesson, lazybones!
Hey, old jackal, don't you dare touch that kid!
- I'll teach you what happens to dish-breakers!
Take that!
Doctor Gulliver, I'm with you. Let's shake hands!
- Grab Gulliver!
Hands up, bandits! Or you will have a bomb for breakfast.
Throw down your weapons!
SOS! SOS!
Save my suitcase, all my Russian language homework is in it!
Doctor, doctor, help...
- Where are you... wait, wait!
To his highness, chief of the police. A REPORT.
Waves have washed ashore a living mountain shaped like a man. The monster is seized and is being guarded.
A body search is being conducted. Waiting for your orders. Agents Ear and Nose.
A drink...
Hallo! Hallo! A discovery previously unheard of! A living mountain is discovered!
Quiet, quiet! That's the car of the chief of police.
Well?
We searched him. Here are his things.
It seems he wants to drink.
Extra issue of the 'Lilliput Courier'! A living mountain has been found! It breathes! It wants to drink!
Balderdash. The 'Courier' is lying.
That is a new Gulliver.
Disperse the crowd. - Yes!
Bring the items to the parliament.
- This Gulliver...
make him sleep!
Let's see... SOMNIFACIENT.
Wait, don't distract me.
Don't worry! It'll be enough. Start pumping!
Astonishing! Look at this, it's like a whole warehouse!
Metal! Wood!
Professor, what do you think this is? This thing. Look here, at the end.
That's it. Well?
Professor, we're waiting.
That is...
...poison!
- Shh!
His Highness is... thinking.
Hello, eagles.
- Heil, Your Majesty!
[Young Explorer]
- What's that? - A proclamation!
- A proclamation? - Gulliver is moving. What shall we do?
Gulliver is a huge labour-force.
- But what if he will act on the side of the workers?
Then I will take necessary measures!
Gentlemen, may I have your attention! [Protocol # 1234567890]
[Extraordinary meeting of the Parliament of Lilliputia. Subject: Free movement of the "new Gulliver" in Lilliputia]
[Opinions: (military counsellors) Kill immediately]
[(foodstuffs councillors) Keep a watchful eye on him, but feed him (food provided by holding company "OhHowTasty")]
[Decision: Opinions differ.]
Kill! Kill! Kill! Immediately! Bombs! Soldiers! Dynamite! Machine guns! Very cheap!
No, let's trade! Gulliver needs food, wine, metal, clothes...
Immediately!
No! No! No! Don't!
Kill! Kill! Kill! Decisively!
They've killed him! They've killed him! My dears! They've killed him!
Quiet! The king speaks!
I, the great king of lilliputians,
My fellow people...
I live in constant worry about your well-being...
- Take Gulliver back to where he came from!
- Remove Gulliver! Kill him! Kill him! Kill Gulliver!
- Don't interrupt the king, you bastards!
Eh... mm...
Eh-eh-eh...
- Well, never mind...
...I live, having cheated the people, cheated the people, cheated the people...
The king has decided. Gulliver will become our soldier.
- Ten-hut! Get ready!
Three... four...
Long live the wise king!
Gulliver is being transported!
Wake up Gulliver!
Wake him up!
Fire!
His Highness, the king!
- Horsey, horsey!
Horsey, horsey, horsey!
Your Highness, be a hero!
What a sneeze!
Oh, what a huge monster!
Little men...
Living men!
And so short!
- Yes! We can be short!
If you continue to shout so loudly,
the king will become very angry.
How scary!
- Quiet, you! Piano, pianissimo!
Our drum membranes will burst!
- OK, then.
Sorry. I won't do that anymore.
- Your Highness!
- Forgive him.
He apologizes and won't do that any more.
- But where am I?
Who are you?
The king will speak now!
We are great, we are mighty, Bigger than the sun, higher than the clouds!
But don't be afraid of our armies, We are a very peaceful people.
A peaceful people?
I see no regular people, only soldiers. - Soldiers?
- Soldiers are for beautifying the parks!
- Soldiers are for terrorizing the crowds!
Oh, is that so? Perhaps you want me to terrify people too?
- Yes, yes, we accept you as our soldier, too.
- Yes, yes, as a soldier. - What?!
Me?
As a royal soldier?! Well, blow me down, as if I'd agree!
Blow you down! You want us to blow you down?
Ah! He agrees. He wants an orchestra. Let's blow our trumpets for him!
Comrades! I pronounce this meeting of the workers of the underground factory open!
Despite everything, we begin a revolt tomorrow!
- But what if the man-mountain will be fighting for them?
- Then he will fall together with them!
Right! We will bring down any mountain.
- Comrades, in the box is the notebook of the man-mountain.
- Wonderful. Let's read it and discover what he is all about.
Exercise-book in the Russian language of Petya Konstantinov
Hail to the mighty union of workers of all the Earth!
Never-before-seen spectacle! Feeding of the Man-Mountain! Conveyor of food! 1000 cows, 1000 sturgeons, 1000 cooks!
The whole royal court will attend. A splendid concert! The king's favourite conducts the programme - Fo-Lya
Balloons! Balloons! Balloons! They fly as high as any mountain!
Spare drum membranes! Natural, hardy and thin!
- Be assured, ye little of faith, All on stilts are like Gullivers!
Five at a time!
Now that's an appetite...
- Just look at his mouth, people!
- People? Where are the people?
Don't let in any common folk!
Don't worry, I've taken the necessary measures.
I find him very suspicious...
- Let's try to distract his attention.
- And then? - Then...
...attract his attention.
Folya, my dear!
I hereby declare the private concert in honour of our high guest begun!
The royal corps de ballet!
Allez-oop!
- Hee-hee!
My lilliputian, come to me!
Let us be alone for a minute.
With you I shall spin around, carefree as a bird.
My lilliputian, my dream!
My lilliputian, my love,
My words are all mixed up, so I sing without words.
La-la-la-la-la...
My lilliputian, my dream!
- Liven it up! - In a moment!
The royal dwarfs: microputians!
Remove the carpet!
You have dwarfs?
How amusing!
Let me get a closer look!
Here you are.
Why do you beat them?!
So that they will work better.
- Do you beat everybody who works for you?
Don't talk nonsense! We don't... lay our hands on anybody.
I want to know how your people live.
People?
Of course, of course... a song about how we're living.
Under the king's wise rule,
The earth is in bloom, a-a-a-ah, The fields are in bloom, a-a-a-ah,
And we sing, praising him. A-a-ah...
The earth is in bloom, a-a-a-ah, The fields are in bloom, a-a-a-ah,
Our people are content with life,
We always sing and never cry.
The earth blooms all on its own!
...we have no worries, we have no worries.
But she's lying!
- Lying? - Perhaps, you can sing more verily?
Let's give it a try.
Blow, horn! We're the youth of the people, Growing up in a world of labour.
Blow, trumpet! Under the sun of freedom, Shines the pioneers' star.
- Though ahead be precipices and steep cliffs,
Beyond them lies a land of gleaming valleys!
- We shall triumph! Long live the mighty union of workers of all the Earth!!
Horn, blow! May our slogan fly into far lands - forward!
Blow, trumpet! Across all the oceans Will the waves spread our song.
- Louder!
Come on, louder than Gulliver!
- Though ahead be precipices and steep cliffs, Beyond them lies a land of gleaming valleys!
- We shall triumph! Long live the mighty union of workers of all the Earth!!
- Blow, horn! We'll change the earth. To labour, full speed ahead!
Blow, horn, so that in the world of springtime, man will live happy and free!
- Though ahead be precipices and steep cliffs,
Beyond them lies a land of gleaming valleys!
- We shall triumph! Long live the mighty...
...union of workers of all the Earth!
- I've never received a note like that before.
I said to kill him immediately!
That's what we'll do.
Such petty souls!
Prepare weapons and ammunition to use against Gulliver immediately!
- It will be done, mister chief of the police!
These weapons are to be used against Gulliver...
Let's warn him.
Let's warn Gulliver. - Let's warn him.
Guys, leave me in peace!
Come on, guys!
- Was it you who woke me up? - Quiet, Petya!
There are spies everywhere! They could hear us.
How do you know me?
- From your exercise-book. - Oh, Russian.
That language is our mother tongue, too.
Finally! Well met!
Petya, beware!
They want to kill you.
- Everything is going well. The ammunition will be prepared.
- Excellent.
Yes!
What? 100? - Too little. - 200? - Too little. - 300? - Too little.
Yes! 400!
So remember: tomorrow, be ready.
I'm always ready!
Oh my goodness! - A-a-ah!
Come here at once!
Gulliver knows everything. The workers warned Gulliver.
...They ruined it, the bastards! Here, to me! - Aye-aye.
Catastrophe! What will we do now?
- Poison Gulliver!
- And the workers? - For the workers...
...use machine guns. - Wonderful!
Abandon the work!
- No more!
- Back! - I'll show you how to rebel!
- Come on!
- Fire!
- Hallo! Hallo!
Riot at the arms factory! Workers are occupying the arsenal!
The police don't have the power to prevent it.
- Come on, pack the suitcases, quickly!
- Where's my spare crown? Where?
- Diamonds! - Take them!
- My best regards!
We're celebrating the king's birthday.
- No way!
Let's drink to the health of His Highness.
- A pioneer...
Gulliver doesn't smoke or drink.
- But such is our tradition! - Well, if it's tradition...
He drank it!
- Well?
It seems he's done for.
Well, we've finished off the main man. Now for the rebels.
Secret. To the commander of the southern squad. Set bombs all along the front. Retreat to the sea,
thus luring the enemy into the minefield. Blow up the bombs at my command. General commander Povstantsev.
Victory! Victory! The bands of rebels have been driven back to the sea.
The valiant Royal Navy has begun an offensive from the rear!
My lilliputian, come to me.
Let us be alone for a minute!
With you I shall spin around, carefree as a bird.
My lilliputian, my dream!
- Blow up the bombs! - Come on!
It's all over. We're defeated.
- Shoo!
"God, save the throne."
No, "God, save the labour."
I hereby declare the meeting of free lilliputians open!
Well? Are you awake now, traveller?
Guys, how big you are!
How big life is!
The End
Winged seagulls, shaggy waves, Take your places, lads.
I'll swing my oars - hey, adults, Let's see, who'll be out in front?
We race in fast boats, in dinghies, We row fast with our oars.
We sailors, we navigators, To the commune's harbor will arrive!
Salty winds, green waves, Sleepy jellyfish, stay in the deeps!
The waves are foaming, and Lenin's children Carry in their boats a merry jive!