Commissioned by the National USSR Committee for TV and Radio 1978
There lived in our village an old man.
Kokovanya was his name.
He didn't have any family left, so he decided
to adopt a little orphan.
PODARYONKA (Little Gift) Based on Pavel Bazhov's tale "Silver Hoof"
Muryonka, Muryonka, Muryonochka...
Kiddy kit, little kitten...
Are you perhaps, Grigory's "little gift"*? (*Assigned Orphan.)
I am.
Well, Podaryonka,* (*Liffle Gift)
how'd you like to come and live with me?
Granddad, how did you know that Daryonka's my name?
Well, you know...
It just came out. No joke, no jest, I simply guessed.
I'll come. But take my cat Muryonka too.
That's as sure as I stand here!
To leave a cat that can sing like that...
...you'd have to be...
...a right fool!
But who are you, grandfather?
Me? You could say I'm a hunter.
In the summers I wash sand and look for gold,
and in the winters I run around looking for a certain goat,
but I never get a sight of it.
Like this one?
"Like that one"... heh... you're funny.
No, not that kind of goat.
I'm chasing a forest goat.
I want to see where he stamps his right forefoot.
What do you need that for?
Let's get to my house, and I'll tell you all about it.
It's a very special goat. On his right forefoot, he's got a silver hoof
and when he stamps with that silver hoof he leaves a gemstone there.
Granddad, does the goat stink?
Good lord!... You... why'd he have to stink? 'Tis a forest goat.
He smells like the forest.
Granddad, and does he have horns?
Aye, that he has, and fine ones too.
Ordinary goats have two horns, but this one's got antlers, with five tines.
Here's some milk for you, my dear Muryonochka.
Balalaichka, my dear, balalaika, I will sing, and you play along with me
All about the Ural lands, about our homeland, And about our little girl, our little gift
How is it? Not bad?
What a kindly soul she has, that wee girlie, How beautiful she is, our little gift.
Gives people kindness and affection, Gives people her dreams and her tales.
What a song Kokovanya thought up!
Tuti-luti, tuti-tuti, balalaika, What will I now sing about? Try to guess.
All about the Ural lands, about our homeland,
And about our little girl, our Little Gift...
Granddad! Granddad!
Take me with you, Grandad!
Maybe Silver Hoof will come up close and then I'll see him.
No way...
Are you kidding? Take a little girl into the woods in winter?!
You'd have to go on skis and you don't know how.
You'd sink in the snow. You'd freeze too!
Take me, take me, Grandad! I can ski a little bit!
Look at you!
All right, I'll take you. Only see...
you don't start crying when we get to the woods or asking to go home.
I'll be right back, Granddad!
Muryonka, Granddad and I are going to the woods,
and you must stay home and catch all the mice.
When we see Silver Hoof we'll come back home again
and I'll tell you all about it.
Granddad, I'm coming!
La la la la...
Ehe-heh, well...
If I went to a far forest. maybe I would meet Silver Hoof.
But won't you be frightened, all alone?
Why would I be frightened?
The hut's a good strong one, the wolves can't get in.
And I've got Muryonka with me.
Then... hoppa!
The light air is transparent, The dew shines just like fire
From underneath those hooves there The orange stars fly out.
The brave goat rushes on, The flowers are abloom.
Through the silence the silver Of the hoof gaily rings!
La la la la la...
And once the ground he touches, The flowers open up
And he then rushes forward, Like a song of kindness
The brave goat rushes on, The flowers are abloom.
Through the silence the silver Of the hoof gaily rings!
Muryonka! Muryonka!
Oh, geez... oh, geez...
I'll be damned.
Muryonka!
Over the Ural lands A sung fairy tale flies
Meanwhile, the girl Podaryonka, Hears the clattering of hooves.
The music takes up the ringing With a key to suit the words,
And the wee girl Podaryonka Gifts you this sung fairy tale.
The kind goat enters the story, Striking his hoof on the ground.
Podaryonka offers kindness To the ones who yearn for it.
From beneath the featherlight hoof, Gems fly up into the sky.
And the silver hoof shines brightly, Twinkling with golden sparks.
Every priceless little gemstone Glows just like a bright star
Gradually turning into A fine, precious chrysolite.
From beneath the featherlight hoof, Gems fly up into the sky.
And the silver hoof shines brightly, [screenwriter Aleksandr Rozin]
And the silver hoof shines brightly, [director Igor Reznikov]
Twinkling with golden sparks. [camera, puppeteer Valentin Bazhenov]
Twinkling with golden sparks. [art Nikolay Pavlov]
decor Valeriy Lukinov music Vladislav Kazenin
lyrics Mark Lisyanskiy
sound R. Shumelov
USSR State Symphony Cinema Orchestra conducted by D. Shtilman
But then in the morning, there was a big snowfall.
It covered up all the gemstones.
We cleared the snow away afterwards, but couldn't find anything.
Nobody ever saw Silver Hoof like that again.
But after that, people began to find gems in the glade where he had run about.
They were green, and big.
Chrysolites, folks call them.
montage L. Permyakova
assistant director L. Bogdanovich assistant camera G. Mayer
assistant artists T. Yushkova, G. Yushkov, T. Sivashova, O. Cherkasova
voices Georgiy Svetlani, Lyubov Vorozhtsova
script editors G. Bylatov, I. Orlov
production director Fyodor Antonov
Sverdlovsk Film Studio, 1978
The picture used Kazan Chemicals "Tasma" film
The End
Subs by Vlad-Vlad & Eus (Oct 2018) revised by Niffiwan (Apr 2025)