SOYUZMULTFILM presents
An animated fantasy based on the works of VLADIMIR MAYAKOVSKY
Listen, dear comrades-descendants
to a hellraiser's bellows, quivering,
Damming Poetry's floods in myself
I stride through thin volumes of lyrics,
Alive, and I speak to those living!
Forward, my land,
Faster, my land,
May things worn out be erased!
WE WILL ACHIEVE SOCIALISM
Forward march, Time!
Time, march on, race!
FORWARD MARCH, TIME!
Most Highly-respected Comrades-descendants!
Milling through the mess of today's debris,
Through today's darkness, rubbish and nonsense,
You just might also ask about me.
And perhaps, you will hear from some scholar,
Hiding, behind learning, from hordes of hard questions lurking,
That there once lived, supposedly, maybe,
A poet of pure hard-boiled water,
And dread foe of tap water murky!
Hey, Professor, take off your bicycle-spectacles, do!
I'll speak for myself
of this time
and myself, too!
"For sale, a most penetrating book for those in longing:
A Complete Interpretation
of Dreams, Visions
and Miracles."
"Magic cards!"
"Just one vial of Ali's special lotion..."
"Midwife services!"
"Just one vial of Ali's special lotion,
and my hair will start growing!"
How wonderful it is...
...for me to be alone with you
"Daily: the phenomenal female boxers of Madame Garais - total knockouts!"
"Devilish Attraction:
The Voisin Biplane
loops the loop 13 times in a row!"
"Automobiles on sale!
Fiat,
Renault,
Peugeot!
"Fresh smoked sturgeon, please!"
"Ginger Beer!"
"Luxuries you can't afford to be without!
Our prices can't be beat!"
"Spend the winter in St. Tropez!"
WE NEED BREAD
"Some need glory in a silver spoon,
though a flood of tears this begets,
But a wee bit of lovin's all I need--
--plus two packs of cigarettes!" (Shershenevich)
How hot!
How wonderful it is!
(January 1905)
How wonderful it is for me
to be alone with you!
"I'm a genius -- Igor Severyanin!
I'm thrilled by my own victory.
I'm on all film screens, in all fashion,
And everyone's in love with me!
I'm a genius! I'm a genius!"
"I'm a genius!"
I will mock at your daydreams,
Dawdling on soft-boiled brains,
Like a fat lackey layabout, in a dirty divan lazing!
I will glut my fill, gloat o'er the last bloody scraps of the heart,
In arrogant bitterness raging!
GENERAL PROCLAMATION
"By Grace of God, We, Nicholas II, Emperor and Tsar of all the Russias...
Hereby declare..."
There've been lands that are richer, indeed,
Finer, smarter lands, too, I believe,
But a land with a grief that is bigger,
I have not had occasion to see.
"By Grace of God, We, Nicholas II,
Emperor and Tsar of all the Russias,
King of Poland, Grand Duke of Finland, etc, etc, etc..."
Look at Russia from its flanks,
And as far as the eye can see
Heaped up to the sky in steel ranks,
Mountains, jails, mines, and misery!
"We hereby affirm to our loyal subjects... [In Moscow, Prince Volkonsky & co. founded the UNION OF THE RUSSIAN PEOPLE]
the inviolable foundations of... [In Moscow, Prince Volkonsky & co. founded the UNION OF THE RUSSIAN PEOPLE]
the inviolability of the person, [In Moscow, Prince Volkonsky & co. founded the UNION OF THE RUSSIAN PEOPLE]
freedom of conscience... [In Moscow, Prince Volkonsky & co. founded the UNION OF THE RUSSIAN PEOPLE]
and freedom of speech!" [In Moscow, Prince Volkonsky & co. founded the UNION OF THE RUSSIAN PEOPLE]
Look straight down at Russia from the heavens' rain-clouds passing.
Bruised blue, with rivers our homeland thrashing,
As if over our backs strolled a thousand canes,
As if whips this land were lashing!
"...Wherefore We, personally, have set forth our most august and majestic Imperial hand..."
WE, NICHOLAS II
How wonderful it is! UNION OF THE RUSSIAN PEOPLE
How wonderful it is!
How wonderful it is...
All! All! All!
All who can take it no more!
Arise, let us march out together!
Revenge! Be out master of ceremonies!
Hunger - our director!
Bayonet! Browning! Bomb!
FILES: TOP SECRET. POLICE: CASE NUMBER.
When I sum up and think
Of the days I have lived,
Dig up memories, brilliant, great, small,
I always return to remembering this:
25 October (1917)
was the first day of all!
TO THE CITIZENS OF RUSSIA. THE PROVISIONAL GOVERNMENT IS OVERTHROWN...
LONG LIVE THE REVOLUTION OF WORKERS, SOLDIERS, AND PEASANTS.
PEACE DECREED
LAND NATIONALIZED
May long, for those geniuses gone,
Inconsolable widows wail
Weaving glory in funeral-march shrouds!
Die, my verse!
Like a private anonymous, perish!
As our thousands, anonymous, perished, in nameless heroic crowds!
Whose mere bones and whose mere ashes
Beneath our walls do lie?
For some not even ash you'll find!
Who from toil, jails, bullets' hails did die?
But almost none from long, long life!
The proletariat climbs to Communism
From the depths of its mines, scythes, pitchforks,
Yet I from the heights of Poetry
Plunge to Communism,
-Because!
Because, without it, for me,
There simply is no love.
Forward,
my land,
Faster, my land,
May things worn out be erased!
Forward march, Time!
Time, march on, race!
Blood in our veins - not mere tap water - flows.
We march through shrill bullets' barking
And we die so one day we'll be reborn
As steamships,
headlines,
and other lasting deeds!
THE MOTHERLAND CALLS!
It is Time, crackling on the telegraph lines! (THE FASCISTS SHALL NOT PASS)
It's my heart, all alone with the truth!
It's what fell to our men, as they fell in this time,
And what fell to my heart, when I look.
TO BERLIN
Don't care, really, how long you must stretch your expectation!
I see clearly, clearly till hallucination,
So it seems that all we need to do is find this rhyme,
And then we will sprint over my line,
Into an unbelievable life!
Hey, my land.
Move on, my land.
May things worn out be erased!
Forward march, Time!
Time, march on, race!
ALARM
OVERDRIVE
ALARM
STOP
TARASOV, SON & CO.
How wonderful it is!
How wonderful it is for me...
...to be alone with you!
How wonderful! How wonderful!
How wonderful it is for me...
...to spend time with you!
Hey, my land.
Move on, my land.
VLADIMIR MAYAKOVSKY
May things worn out be erased!
Forward march, time!
Time, Forward march!
Forward march, time!
Time, march on, race!
Listen, dear Comrades-descendants,
to a hellraiser's bellows, quivering,
Damming Poetry's floods in myself,
I stride through thin volumes of lyrics,
Alive, and I speak to those living!
Screenplay: V. Larin
Director: V. Tarasov Art director: N. Koshkin
Camera: K. Rasulov Sound: V. Kutuzov
Assistant director: T. Mititello Assistant artists: O. Bogomolova,
D. Kulikov, S. Gviniashvili, V. Gilyarova, A. Dubenskiy, I. Isayeva
Camera assistant: L. Krutovskaya Animators: A. Davydov, A. Mazayev,
A. Bukin, Yu. Kuzyurin, T. Fadeyeva Editor: M. Miheyeva
Script editor: A. Snesarev Literary consultant: A. Turkov
Musical consultant: V. Shnaper
The song "Forward March, Time!" composed by A. Gorin, performed by the musical group "The Tin Soldiers"
Contains excerpts from Gustav Mahler's 5th Symphony
Verses by V. Mayakovsky read by Aleksandr Kaydanovskiy
Production director: F. Ivanov
The End