Soyuzmultfilm Moscow
Fire
Screenplay: Mihaill Volpin, Olga Suok After a story by Yuriy Olesha
Directed by: Valentina & Zinaida Brumberg
art directors Lana Azarkh, Valentin Lalayants
music Aleksandr Varlamov
camera Boris Kotov sound Georgiy Martynyuk
animators: Igor Podgorskiy, Viktor Shevkov, Vladimir Arbekov
animators: Maria Motruk, Marina Voskanyants, Sofya Mitrofanova,
voice artists: Clock - Mihail Yanshin Mouse - Rina Zelyonaya
Tic Tac. Tic Tac. Tic Tac.
Excuse me, maybe this is not tic-tac-al...
- What?
- Not tac-tic-al...
- You should've said that the first time. - Let's not split hairs.
- What do you want? - I want to ask:
Don't you get bored, clock,
of always muttering the same thing? Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock, tick tock.
And don't you get sick of wagging your tail day and night?
As if you were paid money for it...
- Now listen here, mouse, improve your choice of words.
It's not a "tail" but a "pendulum", you silly-head.
Tac tac, tac tac, tac tac, tac...
Oh my God, what's the matter?
Is it possibly anything I said to you?
- It has nothing to do with you We're upset about the boy.
Sergey Sergeyev saddens us.
- What happened? - Look for yourself.
- Climb up on the dresser, you can't see from the floor,
what's happening in the neighboring room.
Climb onto the dresser.
Well? Are you up? - Yep.
Can you see now? - I can.
- What do you say about it?
- Oh, oh, oh, how awful!
Bags on my cheeks and a bald tail.
And in some places my fur has turned gray already.
- What nonsense are you talking about?
- Excuse me, please. I'll look over there now.
- The space rocket-ship "Earth-Cosmos" is landing
It charges six warheads: Fire!!!
- Forward!!!! Attack!!!
- Sergey Sergeyev got the task this summer vacation
to read this wonderful book here.
It was written by professor Chaykin.
In language accessible to school kids it tells of how Man conquered nature
with his mind, labor and will.
- But why did he conquer nature?
- Because that's how nature made him.
Animated fire - a beautiful name.
- B... beautiful? Yet mice, by the by,
are quite alarmed by fire.
Judge for yourself. It causes house-fires, and furthermore...
- You have the brains of a mouse. "House-fires"... what nonsense.
Professor Chaykin had in mind a very different fire.
- Different? - Different!
The fire of warmth and enlightenment,
Obedient to Man; loyal; kind.
The fire that warmed the cave and drove away the wary beast.
The bonfire on the dangerous cliff; a warning to audacious seafarers.
The fire in the furnaces, where metal is melted.
And in Russian stoves, where bread is baked.
There's one more fire Professor Chaykin respectfully and gratefully brought up:
No, not fire, but a petal of fire
upon the black pedicel of a dripping candle.
In (the poet Pushkin's) Mihaylovskoye estate, it lit up a piece of the table,
a goose quill, an inkwell and a blank page.
The wind broke through the double window,
and the tiny light bent over in fear, but did not go out;
it rose up again and made a friendly wink at the poet.
As if to say, "all is in order, Aleksandr Sergeyevich (Pushkin)."
Then the fingers beg for the pen. The pen moves to the paper, another minute ...
And poetry will flow freely.
- You wrote it yourself?
Or did you write it for the poet together with the candle?
- Well, perhaps that's how it is.
They are related: the native language of poetry and the tongues of fire.
- Oh, Oh! Well...
- No, this can't go on!
We have to teach Sergey Sergeyev! - What?
- What!?
The fact that every humble object,
- Every usual, everyday object,
embodies a million years of invested labor
And the minds of hundreds of thousands of generations.
- He must learn to respect that. - You cannot ask so much of a child.
- Do you think children should not be taught?
Let boys grow up like burdocks in the garden?
Or like honey mushrooms on a mouldering tree stump?
"Oh, let us only not upset the child!"
No, this is not love, it's just cheap woman's pity!
One can forgive a child for mischief,
but irresponsibility and laziness -
cannot be forgiven.
One cannot let boys grow into blockheads.
Tac tic, tac tic, tac tic, tac
Friday 25
Friday 42
Friday 24
24 thunder << sd
Thursday 24
Tic Tac. Tic Tac. Tic Tac. Tic Tac.
- Well, what do you say, mouse?
- What can I say?
To punish someone else's boy so strictly!..
I think you overreached... - Oh, mouse, mouse,
How could you, with your little brain, comprehend and understand correctly,
why we turned history inside out?
All people are surrounded by wonders, every thing has the seal of geniuses.
But people have forgotten how to notice the greatness of
what they have created themselves,
so the most amazing phenomena do not surprise them anymore.
It is necessary. mouse, even if only now and then, to free the core
from the shell of habit and show in the fire
of an ordinary match the millenia of inquiry and hard work.
The End Subs by Alevtina, Eus & Niffiwan May 2015 / Oct 2021