Kazakhfilm
The Golden Sheep
screenwriter Ye. Alekseyeva director T. Mukanova
art director R. Mambekova composer S. Bayterekov
camera R. Chikayev sound L. Dodonova
animators G. Bekishev, A. Dzhunusov, T. Mukanova, R. Agapova
backgrounds/decor Ye. Kim, K. Bayanova, Z. Almesheva, Ye. Ovsyannikova
montage A. Kistausova ass. camera S. Besprozvannykh
script editor K. Bakbergenov production director T. Beybitov
There once lived a grandmother
who kept sheep.
But one day, they... vanished.
"I cannot imagine where I should look for them," she said to her granddaughter,
"but no matter - once the golden sheep wanders out into the sky, we'll find them."
"Are there such things as golden sheep?" asked her granddaughter in wonder.
"The golden sheep makes the world go 'round," answered the grandmother.
Long after that did she tell her granddaughter stories
of the mistress of the sky, of the milky way, of the golden sheep,
and of many, many other things.
The grandmother's voice got quieter and quieter,
the little girl's eyes slowly closed all on their own,
and even the embers dimmed, as if they too were falling asleep.
"Come with me to visit the mistress of the sky. She sees all, she knows all.
And you will find out all about the sheep from her."
Starlight, sparkling and blue, Beckons me, beckons you,
Why so sad as you lead us today?
Real-life dreams you will see, Like a bird you will be,
And you'll fly on the birds' path away.
"I know. I know what you came to me for," said the mistress of the sky.
"But don't you worry!
Once we get our chores done, the golden sheep will wander out onto the sky, and we'll find your animals as well."
Then she smiled, as if she guessed what the girl wanted to ask,
and said, "the golden sheep makes the world go 'round.
It feeds, waters, warms and gladdens us."
And the mistress of the sky gave three tasks to the girl.
First, she told her to fleece the wool from a silver lamb,
from which to weave the night sky.
And to make work more fun, from under a stone she rolled out the moon,
round as sheep cheese.
"Oh, what's this?" exclaimed the girl in wonder
"Stella Polaris," answered the wolf,
"Around this metal pole walk Agbos-ad and Kogbos-ad."
Once they walk around their route, the night will pass,
and will take everything away with it."
And then the silver lamb appeared.
"How can I catch him?"
But the wolf said:
"Never mind, I will help you!"
He growled, but not at all frightfully,
yet the lamb was so easily frightened that he immediately ran to the girl.
"Ah, what a wonderful helper I have!" the mistress praised the girl.
"And now, bring the white sheep to me.
It is time to milk them!"
"I know! This is the rain!" joyfully exclaimed the girl.
"What a smart girl you are."
"Here's one more task for you:
gather my multicolored sheep.
But hurry."
"Where have the horses gone?" said the girl, frightened.
The wolf yelled in reply: "It's morning! We must hurry to the night's edge!"
"Hold on, wait!" yelled the girl after him.
"How will I find the multicolored sheep without you?"
"Good-bye! I must get home!"
she heard in answer, and quietly replied: "Good bye. Thank you."
And for the third time, the mistress of the sky praised the girl.
"See how wonderfully it all turned out!" she said.
"It is time to let the golden sheep out."
When the girl awoke, the light of day shone brightly beyond the open canopy.
And in the meadow, as if nothing had happened, grazed grandmother's sheep.
"Grandmother!" the girl joyfully yelled,
"The mistress of the sky's golden sheep is out there!
It feeds and waters us - it is the sun!"
And then she asked:
"Are there ever any wolves with it?"
"There is one," replied her grandmother.
"But he walks along the edge of the night sky,
and rarely appears in our parts."
The End (subtitles - Niffiwan)