Soyuzmultfilm
We are separated from each other, oh, it's so difficult to live through this.
Please, write me letters, Vanya, please don't forget...
THE MAIL FISH
screenwriter Yuriy Yakovlev director Vladimir Pekar composer Yevgeniy Krylatov
art director Yelena Kolyusheva camera Kabul Rasulov sound Boris Filchikov
animators Marina Rogova, Vladimir Shevchenko, Natalia Bogomolova,
V. Lihachyov, S. Mitrofanova, S. Marakasov, I. Svetlitsa, Ye. Tannenberg
assistants L. Nikitina. R. Bikmayeva, L. Krutovskaya, montage N. Stepantseva script editor Pyotr Frolov
voice artists Valentina Tolkunova, N. Solomatina, Yevgeniy Leonov production director F. Ivanov
The mailman hurries through the world, happy to make a stop at each house.
If letters do not arrive for a long time, that is not the mailman's fault.
The road winds along the ground, heading straight through rain and snow
One who waits will always, eventually, get their long awaited letter.
- Oi, Valentina, there goes uncle Simyon!
The mailman hurries through the country, much honoured everywhere.
In the first house they expect the newspaper, in the third one - letters.
The road winds along the ground, heading straight through rain and snow
One who waits will always, eventually, get their long awaited letter.
- Again he has passed our house...
- Valentina, maybe uncle Simyon doesn't know that you are waiting for a letter?
- Maybe he does not know, little sister.
- Uncle Simyon! Uncle Simyon!
Uncle Simon! Why don't you write our Valya any letters?
- But I do not write anyone letters.
I only deliver them.
- Oh...
And I thought you wrote all the letters yourself!
That you write them at night, and deliver them in the morning.
- That's my helper.
- A pidgeon?
- A mail pidgeon.
- Haha! And he even knows the number of each house?
- The pidgeon knows where to deliver a letter, without knowing the house number.
He understands me.
- But he does not understand me.
Uncle Simyon!
Teach me to whistle with my fingers. So that he would understand me.
Valya's waiting for a letter so desperately. And you still haven't brought one...
To get letters, you have to write them yourself.
Valentina! I know! I know what to do.
It seems that to get letters, you have to write them yourself. Here, write!
But I do not have an address.
- You don't need an address. Comrade uncle Simyon has a mail pidgeon.
He can deliver without an address, even without a house number.
- But the address is a submarine...
A pidgeon cannot get there.
How about a duck? Can a duck get there?
- A duck also cannot get there.
- Look at that ...
Uncle Simyon!
- What now?
- Uncle Simyon. Do you have a fish that helps you?
- What do you mean, a fish?
- A mail fish, that could carry a letter deep down under the water.
- To the carps and pikes?
- No, to the sailors. The submariners!
- Are you serious?
I have descended into myself as deep as the river [???]
How much it pains the heart if you don't receive a letter for so long!
Valya! Come on! Come on. Come on!
- Look.
- So what?
- What do you mean, so what? This is now a mail fish!
- Hurry and write your letter to the sailor, and she will deliver it.
Hey, you're not just any fish, but a mail fish. Off you swim, then.
The sailor does not fear a snow storm. Any storm is easier to bear
If his girl is waiting for him on a far and distant shore.
The pennant winds above the waves, easily conveying martial strength.
One who's waiting for a sailor will not ever wait in vain!
Oi! Valentina!
The End Subtitled by @tverka (2013), revised by Niffiwan (2024)