Federal Agency for Culture and Cinematography
Pilot animation studio
Present
We live in Russia.
The state emblem of Russia is a golden double-headed eagle, powerful and majestic.
On his chest we see St. George slaying...
...the evil dragon with a silver lance.
The Russian flag has three colors.
White, blue and red.
The capital of our motherland is Moscow.
Russia is the biggest country in the world.
It takes nine days to cross it...
...from one border to another by train.
And at one end of Russia, on its cold sea shores,
...at the Chukotka peninsula live brave hunters...
and fishers Eskimoses.
They also carve bone creating...
...funny pictures about their life.
They hunt walruses and seals with harpoons...
...on small boats made from animal skin -- kayaks.
They also hunt huge whales.
They hold the toothed whale -- a killer whale...
-- in especially high esteem; it is a patron of sea hunt.
And the main hero of legends was always the raven.
Eskimoses live in unusual warm small houses --
...yarangas.
One candle is enough to warm a yaranga.
On long polar nights, when the northern lights glow in the sky, old people sit near fire...
and tell Eskimos fairy tales to children.
Each of these fairy tales is like a gem.
«About the raven» based on Eskimo folk tales
Once upon a time there lived a hunter and a bear.
They were neighbors, they didn't quarrel,
and they were even in some way friends.
So, once they went fishing .
And they caught one fish. A very good one.
The fish was noble, but they couldn't share it and started to argue.
The Bear said, he had caught it, the hunter said, it was his.
They got tired of arguing and sat down near the fish.
They didn't know what to do.
- Let's tell fairy tales. The one whose fairy tale is better gets the fish.
- Okay! - the bear said: About what?
- About a raven, for example.
- But I am the first to tell!
- Okay, the hunter agreed.
Well, listen. It was a long time ago;
...even my great grandfather wasn't born then.
There was an owl and a raven, who lived together.
They were friends, they didn't quarrel.
They hunted together and shared everything.
They were not in need. The both were white.
- Now we are old, but we have never been beautiful.
- Everyone has beautiful clothes: red, black, grey, colorful!
- But we are just white.
- We are visible only in the short summertime.
- That's true, no one can see us, when we sit in the snow.
- Let's paint each other! At first I will paint you, then you will paint me.
- Yep.
- Uy!
- U-hu.
- Do it!
- How beautiful!
...Now sit down, I will paint you as well!
- Croak!
- What did you do!
...I was trying so hard to paint you.
...Now you're beautiful.
...But you made me black!
...Now my children will also be black!
...Go away! Go away!
From that time the raven became black...
and the owl became colorful.
They are not friends any more.
The owl tries to avoid the raven, she's afraid of him!
- So, how was it?
- Yes, a good fairy tale! Now listen to mine!
It is a very old song, as old people said.
There lived three little birds in their cozy nest.
The oldest sister brought the feed every day.
Younger sisters sang their favorite song.
- Sun, warm the earth quicker and all the birds will be happy.
- Our sister will bring us insects, grubs and midges.
- A ya guna lala, a ya guna lala.
The raven heard it, flew up...
...to the baby birds and said.
- You sing very well, sing for me once more, aloud.
The raven grabbed the song with his beak and flew away.
He came back to his nest, sat down and started to sing.
- Sun, warm the earth quicker...
and the ravens will have more food.
...Mice and hares will come to us quicker...
and we will be happy.
...A ya guna croak! A ya guna croak!
The oldest bird came home...
and saw her little sisters crying bitterly.
- Why do you cry, who upset you?
- The sly raven took our song away.
- That's bad... Where did he fly?
- There, where the rocks beetle over the sea.
- Don't cry, I will ask a man to help us.
- Why did you come to me, little bird?
- Kind man, help us,
...the evil raven has stolen our song.
- You sing a good song to the sun,
...I often listen to it in the morning and enjoy it.
...Tell me, where the raven lives.
- There, where the rocks beetle over the sea.
Meanwhile the raven opened his beak,
...hung his tongue out...
and the song rolled on the tip of his tongue.
- Now I will teach him a lesson.
And little birds, as soon as the sun rises,
...sing their song again and remember the kind hunter.
From that time the raven has no more voice,
...he can't sing any more.
- So, what do you say?
...Did you like the fairy-tale?
- Yes, I liked it.
And then they started to argue.
The bear said, the hunter's fairy tale was better,
...the hunter said, the bear's one.
They were arguing so long and finally decided for draw.
They decided to share the fish.
They turned round, but the fish wasn't there.
They started to swear, but in vain.
The raven had already flown away.
They sighed and went fishing again.
What else could they do?
But they agreed in advance to share all the fish...
...they caught and to tell fairy tales at home with a full stomach.