Kievnauchfilm Artistic Division of Fictive Animation
That's our Blokesville!
What a town!
And this is our home.
What a fine household!
The only thing wrong with it...
...are those morons sitting in the tree and eating seeds!
Wait... that's us!
We're, each of us, true sons of our father!
Three Blokes
And that's... one of ours.
Adopted, true.
But a real Cossack, all the same!
And that's one of theirs! Phooey!
I wish we didn't have to see him.
Tyu-tyu-tyu... tsip-tsip-tsip...
That's right, give him all ya got!
"He showed you what we're made of!" we thought.
But our neighbour, auntie Palashka,
started giving us subtle hints:
"Won't you be so kind," she said,
"as to keep your rooster from laying a feather on mine?"
"Et cetera, et cetera..."
"That's right!" noted old Fedot.
"And now, lads, get to work:"
"What work?"
Give your youngest a haircut. That's "one".
Lock your rooster in the shed. That's "two".
Wash the dishes. That's "three".
Chop some wood. That's "four".
Aha!
We've got heads on our shoulders, too!
And with a good advisor, we'll get it all done in a flash!
The main thing's to work quickly and smartly!
There! I think we're done!
Now we can help the neighbours, too!
No need to thank us!
We're just being neighbourly!
I think we made it out safely!
What a carousel!
We're being spun by a lake devil!
We're gonna pull you out!
Aha! You won't get away!
You damned...
Something's not right with our fish soup...
...it's 'cause we forgot the salt and pepper!
Flames are no good, they cause fire!
We must douse them!
Oh! Auntie Palashka!
She's so quick!
Nobody can keep up with her!
That's how it goes.
We think that if it's happening to us,
let it happen to them, too!
But auntie Palashka was being disagreeable about it again.
And then we decided:
Let us go and seek the truth!
Greysie!
Smokey!
Greysie!
Smokey!
Where are you cows?!
Ah! Where the devil did you...
Wow, that uncle Svirid!
He's a wise man! God grant him good health,
and his mare, too!
Blokesville >
Look at that!
Some idiot broke it!
He won't break this one!
This'll put an end to it!
But the carriage won't fit...
It must be too short!
"You're all mad," said the young lad.
"That's right, now we'll lock horns with you," we rejoiced.
Let's ride!
And then, we remembered our neighbours!
Old Fedot would do it like this:
Oh. I guess he's...
no good, and neither's his advice!
But uncle Svirid (may God grant good health to him and his mare)
would do it like this:
He's pretty foolish, too!
But auntie Palashka (what a quick woman!)
would do it like this:
Aha! We blokes can handle anything!
Well, we're here! [Blokesville]
No matter what people say,
every place is just like home!
But where are we?
Did we all make it?
There's one, there's two...
...but where's the third?
Let's count again.
There's one, there's two...
...but where's the third?
Let's try it again!
There's one, there's two...
...but where's the third?
screenwriter Mihail Tatarskiy
director Yefrem Pruzhanskiy
art director I. Divishek
composer A. Osadchiy camera Anatoliy Gavrilov sound Igor Pogon
animators Ye. Kasavicha, N. Churilova, N. Bondar, M. Yaremka, A. Lavrov, M. Bykov
assistants A. Lapchinskaya, S. Grinena, I. Borodayevka, M. Maksimenko, E. Kolesnik, V. Yezerskiy
montage O. Deryazhnaya
narrator Bogdan Benyuk script editor Yevgeniy Nazarenko
production director Ivan Mazepa
The End
Kiev Order of the Red Banner of Labor Studio of Popular Science Films, 1989
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