THE THREE MUSKETEERS
Scenario Georgiy Berezko, Ivan (Ivanov-)Vano
Director Ivan (Ivanov-)Vano Composer Nikita Bogoslovskiy Assistant A. Bergengrin
artist Aleksandr Trusov Technical ass. V. Sveshnikova lyrics Georgiy Berezko
Animators F. Yepifanova, L. Reztsova, T. Puzyryeva, G. Frolova, B. Dyozhkin, B. Petin, L. Pozdneyev
camera K. Krylova sound S. Rensky
[Calm flowing music]
[A. Dumas - The Three Musketeers]
Advance dear horse my dapper steed, we're on the road to victory
Ahead, good fortune waits for us, waving its hat victoriously
- Hee-hee! - Haha! - What a freak!
- How funny he is. - How terrible.
The people shout, the people yell, They are just filled with wonder.
Forward my good horse forward, towards adventures.
- Hee-hee! - Haha! - What a freak!
What a delusion.
Along the way we'll have to face dark cunning, envy, anger...
But I am young, and you are young,
And we both fear no danger!
TAVERN "THE GOLDEN HORSESHOE"
- What a nose! - Hee-hee-hee!
You insulted me!
Defend yourself, sir!
- Ha-ha-ha-ha!
- Cold water
I hope will calm you down,
my young friend.
Three thousand devils!
He will answer for this.
Sir!
I demand an immediate duel.
Forgive me, sir, I'm in a hurry.
- Ho-oh!
But tomorrow I'm at your service.
- Tomorrow. At noon. At the old mill.
- All right!
Wait, sir, you insulted me.
I have no time, sir.
Tomorrow at noon at the old mill.
- Excellent!
- The moon rises in the sky And the streets are quiet.
- I sing here - I sing my love!
Come to me and...
Atchoo!!
Every one around sleeps a deep sleep
Hear my poems.
And then, in silence, come to me.
Atchoo! choo!
- Hee-hee!
I'm sorry to be forced to trouble you,
but my sword
will permanently cure a cold.
I beg your pardon, sir. Atchoo!
No excuses!
- It is him!
Tomorrow at noon at the old mill.
- Great!
Coward! Coward!
I definitely will meet you again.
[At noon at the old mill]
[Royal decree: Duels prohibited]
- Athos! - Porthos!
- Aramis!
- D'Artagnan! - Let's begin!
Hey, musketeers! You violate the decree.
Dueling is prohibited!
I'll arrest you.
But you get out of here! You are too young.
I discharge you.
Give yourselves up! There are only three of you.
There are four of us, sir.
And we will have the honor of attacking you.
Forward, guardsmen!
Tell me, sir:
My nose... does it still seem to big to you?
Your... nose...
Your nose... is quite...
...small.
- What?! Me, a small nose?!
Ha! This is an unheard-of insult.
Cold water
will hopefully calm you,
my old friend.
I am at your service.
We walk, menacing with our eyes,
Dashingly twisting our mustaches
And before us tremble
the disgraced dogs.
Hey, Gascons, go bravely into battle, Do not be afraid of victories.
If the sun is above you, If there a sword at hand,
You are the strongest of all!
D'Artagnan does not know danger
And there are no barriers to Porthos,
Our Athos is the soul of victory,
Aramis is her poet.
Hey, Gascons, go bravely into battle, Do not be afraid of victories.
If the sun is above you, If there a sword at hand,
You're stronger than all!
(subtitles by eus & bornik, ed. Niffiwan)