Hey, boy!
I'm no boy. I am a Soviet airplane.
I buy bottles, jars, rags,
I exchange old things for toy pistols,
ice cream for scrap.
PACK!
Based on stories by Mikhail Zoshchenko and Daniil Kharms
Hey girl... are you selling that galosh?
Yes, I am.
100 rubles for this galosh.
Hm, 100 rubles is too expensive.
If you want...
I'll give you two kopeks, and we'll part as friends.
- Oh! They're real! - Mmhm.
[Pack!]
Would you like some "Plombir" ice cream?
We would! Two scoops for a kopek each.
Or four scoops...
For now, here are TWO scoops for you.
Giddy-up!
Oh, Minka!
We sold that galosh too cheap!
We should, Lilly, sell him some other galosh.
Let's run home! Yevdokim Osipovich and Olya Petrovna have come to visit us today.
They always wear galoshes!
[A Careful Position]
"Thwack"!
"Thwack".
Yevdokim Osipovich, I beg you...
...stop saying that word, "thwack".
Fine, fine!
"Pack"...
Olga Petrovna,
you may continue your work, I won't interfere any more.
I beg you, I dearly beg you,
let me split at least this one log! (Boo-hoo-hoo!)
Of course, split it, by all means!
[A Careful Position]
"Pack".
[Pack! Pack! Pack!]
"Pack"!
Look! I'm eating cranberries without grimacing.
The cranberries are really sour! But I'm not grimacing!
Now somebody will walk past and say:
"What strength of character!"
If the junkman paid two kopeks for that ripped-up thing,
then for this new one we should get not less than a ruble!
Hey! I'm eating cranberries and not grimacing!
What's the hurry, boy?
...Well... I'm eating cranberries.
I... order you... to open.
Hey, what're you standing around for, oaf?
Who?... Me?!... ME??!!
I order you to...
NO! IT IS ME YOU CALL OAF?
Tell me now: you call ME oaf?!
I order you...
What's this? You think me an oaf?!
I - an oaf?!
You, you! Who else is there?
Oh, that's how it is!
You think me an oaf! Me - an oaf! Oaf!
Be quiet, you lummox!
Heh, one word at him, and he's driven up the wall!
Who's a lummox?!
Me?... ME?!...
What's this?
A galosh is being sold again?
Uh-huh. It is.
Well, for this one galosh...
I'll give you... a fiver.
But two galoshes are what the public wants.
So their price would be higher.
Minka! Run home, and bring another galosh!
What're you looking at? Get in the bushes, someone's coming!
We're going to play a prank on him!
I'm... careful!
To hell with this jar! I don't need to know what's in it!
Yeah, really... to hell with it.
Ah... no... I won't fall again.
I'm really not careful...
No... I'd better crawl...
Ah! A jar!
Aii! Aii! It hurts!
So what? Look at me, I'm covered in bruises but I don't scare anyone with frogs!
I'm going to arrest you! What're you grabbing ears for?
No, I'm going to arrest you. So you won't frighten people with frogs.
Let me go! Let me go!
You call me oaf?! Why, for such words, I'll...
Heh, your arms are short.
MY arms are short?!
Yours, yours. They really are short.
You know, I'd say...
Quiet, you. You're a criminal, and have no right to speak.
- Why?! - Why what?
Why am I a criminal?
Because you don't have the right to speak.
To the street with you!
Oh, shoot!
Wow! Let me wear it!
Lilly? Hey, Lilly!
Ah... I buy bottles, rags...
...this won't do, you've really disappointed me with your commerce.
I'll give you four kopeks, and we'll part as friends.
- One...Two... - Children!
Children... Where are you?... Come home at once!
Um. Three... four...
I'm deducting that as a penalty for my time spent in fruitless conversation!
What a strange thing!
One of my galoshes is here, but the other is missing for some reason!
What nonsense is this?
My second galosh is also missing.
Don't you worry, we don't lose things for no reason here.
Lilly, where did you get this money from?
Uh... we were walking here... and Minka took them and... uh..
What could be worse than lying?
We sold the junkman two galoshes for ice cream.
"Thwack".
Worse than lying is the thing that you've done.
Don't worry, I'll sell all the children's toys to the junkman, and then buy you new galoshes.
That's not all.
For the next two years...
...I forbid Lilly and Minka to eat ice cream.
...and may anyone who eats ice cream remember this sad story, and ponder...
...and ponder:
Did he deserve this sweet thing? Did he lie? Did he scam someone else?
"Thwack, pack, thwack"!
Mikhail Zoshchenko
Daniil Kharms
written by Oleg Yegorov directed by Yulian Kalisher
art directors L. Tanarenko, Ye. Zelyonina
cameraman Leonard Kolvinkovskiy
Music V. Nazarov Sound O. Solomonov
voice artists Pyotr Shcherbakov, Lyudmila Gnilova, Roman Tkachuk, Svetlana Travkina
Animators: F. Gasanov, O. Degtyaryova, V. Kadukhin
Painter Ye. Lopatinkova Montage S. Simukhina Text editor T. Borodina
Production director Z. Sarayeva
The End Timing by Eus, Subs by Niffiwan February 2020