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Winter in Prostokvashino
- Gosh!
- Right.
- What a situation... - Right.
- We're on the cusp of the 21st century... - Right!
Yet the two of us must share one pair of felt boots. Like in the days of yore...
Right.
But why did this come about? Haven't you got the means?
I mean, don't you have enough money?
We've got the means...
...but not the brains.
I told this hunter: "buy yourself some felt boots". But what did he do?
What?
He bought himself sneakers. He said: "They look smarter!"
Hah, he didn't think that through!
What's the national winter outfit in these rural parts?
Felt boots, cotton trousers, sheepskin coat and fur hat!
Even our students wouldn't wear sneakers in the winter!
- He's a bonehead, a bonehead. - Tell him about it.
Open his eyes to the truth.
Clear away the fog.
I can't, because we're not on speaking terms for two days already.
Not two, but three.
Well, that's no problem.
You can send him a telegram, or a letter.
That's what the post office is for!
When something can't be said, people will write a letter.
What sort would you like? "Plain" or "festive"?
"Plain", of course! Why should I spoil him with treats?
He doesn't want to spoil me, ha! I don't even need anything from you!
I haven't any "plain" ones in stock, only "festive".
Unforeseen expenses again! Okay, give me your "festive" one.
"Sharik, you're a bonehead."
That's not right!
If it's a "festive" letter, the addressee must first be congratulated!
Okay, so...
"My congratulations, Sharik,
you're a bonehead!"
What should I write next?
People usually write about the weather.
The weather? "Our weather is nice..."
Heh-heh-heh! You've got a strange idea of "nice"!
A snowstorm's been howling for two days, bow! Swept away all my hunting plans!
Be quiet now, Mr. Dog.
If you answer the letter, you can write about your own weather.
But I won't answer his letter!
I'm gonna throw a poker at him! That'll teach him to call me names!
Why throw it when the postal service exists?
Now we'll pack it up and hand it to the cat.
This counts as small parcel delivery.
You've been mailed you a poker via small parcel delivery.
It was intented to be thrown at you.
What's that?! If that's so, I'm gonna throw an iron at him!
Just a minute!
It weighs more than 1 kilo - that counts as a large parcel.
Let's deliver it.
And if you want to barrel into him...
the barrel would count as container delivery.
That would be a job for the Rural Transit Agency.
I am so sick and tired of all of this!
Our flat reminds me of a TV show.
The one they call "What? Where? When?"
Why's that?
'Cause you can't see what lies where and when it will all end!
30 December
31 December
And furthermore, your gasoline...
...has caused all my flowers to wither!
They didn't wither 'cause of the gasoline.
Flowers, as a rule, wither in those homes where the atmosphere is too harsh!
But the one here is too giddy!
You and Uncle Fyodor play ping pong, you play chess...
And you've bought an old, wrecked "Zaporozhets" car.
I have no idea what more you could want!
Me and Uncle Fyodor have talked it over, and we've decided...
Uh-huh.
- ...that it is absolutely vital to get ourselves... a second child.
Uh-huh!
To lighten up the harshness and crossness.
Oh! Never in my life!
- And to celebrate New Year, we want to go to Prostokvashino.
- If you want it so much,
then you can go to your Prostokvashino as much as you like.
But I can't. I have an upcoming performance in the New-Year show "Little Blue Light".
- Then you should just take the last train and come to us.
I, of course, do love nature...
...but not that much...
...that I'd travel in a concert dress on the train!
That's right! It's now bitter cold in Prostokvashino.
You'd better wear a concert padded jacket and concert felt boots there.
- I wonder how my friends Sharik and Matroskin are getting on...
(doorbell rings)
- Ministry of Communication, Prostokvashino Department.
A speaking letter.
First time in my life I've received such a thing.
I wonder what's inside?
- It's me, postman Pechkin. I've brought you the Murzilka magazine!
- Sharik and Matroskin beginning division of property.
FULL-STOP.
- They'll saw the stove in two soon - COMMA.
- And then the cottage - FULL-STOP.
- From: postman Pechkin - FULL-STOP!
Oh, it's so good that you've come!
We need to send Sharik an express-telegram.
- Here is the form for you to fill out. - Felt pen.
Uncle Fyodor will come soon. Full-stop.
It is urgent that you take my felt boots and go find a New-Year Tree in the forest.
19 words including delivery. 50 kopeks, please.
Mr. Sharik!
- There is a telegram for you. Are you going to write an answer?
- No, I'm not. I don't have any money. - You should check in your pockets.
- Ha-ha-ha! I don't have pockets either. I will draw him the answer..
- Well, and what is it? What kind of folk art is this?
It's the indigenous American Indian shelter.
"Fig-wam"* they call it! *(screw you)
- Here we are! When we found him, he was basically living at the dump.
We washed him up, cleaned him thoroughly. And now he draws "Fig-wams" for us.
It would have been better if Uncle Fyodor had had a turtle in a box instead of you.
Oh yeah? But I feel bad about cutting down New-Year Trees!
If everyone starts cutting down New-Year Trees,
soon we'll have only stumps left instead of forest!
It's good only for the old ladies, when there are only stumps in the forest!
Why's that?
"Why's that"? You're so dumb! Stumps are just perfect to sit on!
And what are the birds supposed to do? The hares? Have you thought about them?
He's thinking about hares! Who's gonna think about us?!
Admiral Johann von Krusenstern?
Allow me to inquire, in the interest of broadening my education:
Who would Admiral Johann von Krusenstern be?
I don't know, but it was the name of the steamship my granny used to sail.
He-he! I suppose he wasn't like you!
He was probably a good man, if they named a steamship after him.
And he wouldn't have chopped down trees! Not like some here...
The New Year is about to come, the clock's already striking.
It seems to me that it's not the clock, but someone's foot banging the door.
- Yeah? Come in!
- Hello! Guess who I am!
Admiral Johann von Krusenstern, man and steamship!
- Gosh! You are just... - Who's there? Who's there?
It's me, postman Pechkin, I've brought you the Murzilka magazine!
- Hurrah!
- Happy New...
...but where's Uncle Fyodor?
He's in the car! We couldn't drive here, the road's been snowed in!
Prostokvashino - 500 metres.
I've heard about draft dogs.
But draft cats - that's too much!
- Have you ever met draft postmen? - Never you mind!
In winter we have such roads and such weather...
...that even draft academics are not unheard of! I've seen it myself.
Hey stop, stop!
The car is now out of the ditch. I can drive from here.
(Sailor's singing) It seems to me now, very often, As if I've been replaced by someone else.
I no longer dream of oceans - A TV set's replaced nature for me, hence...
What was yesterday - I must forget, nay, From tomorrow on, from tomorrow on,
Both my neighbours, and my friends will Find the old me gone, find the old me gone...
You've got a strange TV test pattern there - all in circles.
That's no test pattern! That's the result of having cobwebs everywhere!
They've got such a pattern in every pot, and even on the stove,
since they haven't been on speaking terms.
We've already made peace.
We made peace while pulling Uncle Fyodor out of the snow.
Because teamwork, thankfully for me, brings people together.
Matroskin!
I'm glad that everything ended well for you. Have a pleasant New Year.
Aren't you gonna spend it with us?
N... no, don't talk me into it.
In this day and age, what's the main decoration of the table on holidays?
- Flowers. - Bones.
A TV set! And yours only displays a spider web. I'd better go to my place.
Don't go! We'll definitely fix the TV set.
Our mom will be in the "Little Blue Light" show tonight.
Of course we'll fix it!
And there's a beautiful fir tree in our yard!
A real, living one! Let's decorate it!
Hurrah! Let's do it! But we have no toys or anything at all to decorate it!
What do you mean, "we don't have anything"?
We have plenty of antique things up in the garret.
Let's decorate the tree with them!
Attention, please! Make your faces smart,
I'm about to start photo-hunting you.
What's the news in Moscow this morning?
Me and dad decided to get ourselves a second child.
Gosh! People used to get themselves fur coats and motorcycles,
and now they get themselves children.
Oh, what joy!
On TV, a man with big whiskers just gave your mom flowers.
Were I there, I would twist that man's "big brisk ears"...
I'll show you that man. There he is!
There he is, that insidious jerk of civilian appearance.
Oh, hahaha! That's no jerk!
That's the director of mom's amateur performances.
Oh, mom's gonna sing now.
Only it's all in vain - the sound doesn't work on your TV!
It's such a pity we don't hear mom.
She has been preparing this performance for half a year.
[mom's song is heard]
Well, I'll be!
Your mom is transmitted both here and there.
How far technology has come!
It's not technology that's come, it's me that's come here on skis!
The concert has been videotaped.
- Hurrah! - Our mom has come!
I told you: I just can't live without our Prostokvashino!
If there were no winter snow In our towns, by golly,
We would then have never known Days like these most jolly!
Kids would not be running 'round Snow-women and playing,
Ski-tracks wouldn't cross the ground, Without winter's braying.
screenplay - Eduard Uspenskiy, director - Vladimir Popov art directors - A. Sher, A. Vinokurov
camera - K. Rasulov, sound - B. Folchikov composer - Ye. Krylatov, lyrics - Yu. Entin, E. Uspenskiy, singers - V. olkunova, O. Tabakov
If there were no winter snow, Were summer forever,
We'd have never known of the Crazy New Year fever.
Father Frost wouldn't visit us, Over potholes, sleighing,
Rivers would not coat with ice, Without winter's braying.
If there were no winter snow In our towns, by golly,
We would then have never known Days like these most jolly!
The End
Subs by mykstery, Jooler, Evangelisto (2011, notabenoid.com), heavily revised by Niffiwan (2022, animatsiya.net)
http://notabenoid.com/book/21641/71253