All language subtitles for The Hobbit

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The Fabulous Journey Of
Bilbo Baggins, The Hobbit

Accross the wild land, through the dark
forest, and beyond the misty mountains.

There and back again.

After the fantastic novel by
John Tolkien, "The Hobbit".

Translated by N. Rahmanova

In a hole in the ground
there lived a hobbit.

Not a nasty, dirty, wet hole, no!

It was a hobbit-hole,
and that means comfort.

There is little or no magic about
hobbits. They dress in bright colours.

They wear no shoes, because their
feet grow natural leathery soles.

They have a good-natured faces.
They are laugh often.

Especially after dinner,
which they have twice a day.

When they can get it.

Our hobbit, Bilbo Baggins, was
convinced that no adventure

would ever happened to him, and
he never did anything unexpected.

But I will tell you a story
of how he had an adventure,

and to his surprise, began to
do and say the unexpected.

One day on a quiet, early morning,

in those days, when there was less
noise in the world, and more green,

Bilbo Baggins was standing at his door
after breakfast, smoking a wooden pipe.

Good morning.

What do you mean? Do you
wish me a good morning,

or mean that it is a good
morning whether I want not?

Or that it is a morning
to be good on for all?

All of them at once.

And a very fine morning to
sit outside with a smoke.

Let's smoke a pipe together.
Sit down, there�s no hurry,

we have all the day before us.
Please.

Very pretty.
But I have no time today.

I'm looking for someone to share in
an adventure that I am arranging.

But it's not easy to find anyone.

Ho-ho-ho-ho!
In our parts? Ha-ha.

We are hobbits, and
we're plain quiet folk.

We have no love for adventures.

Nothing but trouble.

And discomfort.

If you're looking for participants,
search them accross The River,

or over The Hill.

Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!

Good morning.

What a lot of things you
do use good morning for.

Ai-ai-ai-ai-ai...Now you mean
that you want to get rid of me?

Not at all, my dear sir.

Unfortunately, I have not the
honour to know your name.

You have it, my dear sir.

And I do know your name,
mr. Bilbo Baggins.

And you do know my name, though
you don�t remember that I belong to it.

I am Gandalf, and Gandalf means me.

How? You are a Gendalf?

Imagine that.

Oh, are you really the one?

Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha...

The wandering wizard responsible
for so many quiet lads and lasses

going off into no one knows
where, for quest of adventure.

I beg your pardon, but I had no
idea you were still in business.

Where else should I be?

My mother Belladonna, she
told me lots of your stories,

about goblins and giants and
the rescue of princesses.

All the same I am pleased to find
you remember something about me.

It means you are not
completely hopeless.

And for the sake of you mother, I
will give you what you asked for.

I beg your pardon, sir, I have
not asked you for anything!

No, twice now, you asked me
for my pardon. I give it you.

Aaah... thank you.

I will go so far as to send
you on my adventure.

Very amusing for me, and profitable
for you. Ha. Ha-ha-ha-ha...

Thank you, mr. Gendalf,
but I don't want it.

Yes.

Sorry, but some other time.

Other...Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha...

But, of course, please come to me, any
time you like. Tomorrow, for example.

We'll drink a cup of tea.
But sorry, not today.

Bilbo scuttled inside his hole.

Let's agree, after this
exhilarating conversation

he should to fortify
himself immediately,

with a cake or two and a
drink of something strong.

Next day, just before Bilbo
was going to take tea,

there came a tremendous ring
on the front-door bell.

Dwalin, at your service. Good day.

Aaa... good day...
Bilbo Baggins, at yours.

I am just about to take tea.
Will you join to me?

Please.

I see they have begun to arrive
already. Balin at your service.

Bilbo Baggins, at yours.
Don't you wish tea?

A little beer would suit
me better, if you have it.

But I don�t mind a plum-cake, if
it doesn't inconvenience you.

Not at all.

Kili at your service.

And Fili too.

Bilbo Baggins, at yours.

Balin and Dwalin are
already here, as I see.

Yes.

So, let's join to the throng.

Please.

Very glad.

Someone else... I'm sorry.

More than one, I should
say by the sound.

Dori.

Bilbo Baggins.

Nori.

B-Bilbo Baggins.

Ori.

Bilbo Baggins.

Oin.

Bilbo Baggins.

Gloin.

Bilbo Baggins.

Sit down...

It is not like you, Bilbo, to keep
friends waiting on the mat, no?

Let me introduce... Bifur.

Bilbo Baggins.

Bofur.

Bilbo Baggins.

Bombur.

Bilbo Baggins.

And, especially, Thorin.

B-B-Bilbo Baggins.

Here you are.

So, now we are all here.

I hope there is something left
for the late-comers to eat?

Of course!

- What�s that?
- This is tea.

- Tea?
- Yes.

Thank you very much. No tea.
For me, I think a tankard of ale.

Also, gooseberry jam and
apple-tart would be good!

Meat pies!

Cabbage pie!

More cupcakes!

And pudding.

A cup of coffee, please.

Two cups!

And please, grab the cold chicken.

Pickled cucumbers!

Of course!...

I hope they eat and drink themselves
to death, these dwarves... Coming!

Less than half an hour later, all the
larders in Bilbo's house were empty.

And then cheerfully twenty-six hands
helped the hobbit to wash the dishes.

Crack the plates!
Crack the plates!

Chip the glasses!
Chip the glasses!

Bend the forks! Bend the forks!
Blunt the knives!

Smash the bottles!
Smash the bottles!

Burn the cloth!
Burn the cloth!

Just give us the order!

Tear to pieces!
Tear to pieces!

Tablecloths!
Tablecloths!

Spill on the chairs, spill on
the chairs, fat from the cutlet!

Peel and bones!
Peel and bones!

Drop at your feet!
Drop at your feet!

Smear the mustard
over the floor!

Cups and glasses!
Cups and glasses!

In a boiling bowl! In a boiling bowl!

Stir it with an iron bar!
Stir it with an iron bar!

Take them out! Take them out!

Dry them off! Dry them off!

Then throw them away!
Then throw them all away!

Who is sitting by idle?
Let's take care of the fine china!

Meanwhile, the evening fell.

In the black sky, over the
trees, the stars were scattered.

They sat by the fireplace
and smoked their pipes.

Gandalf. Dwarves. Mr. Baggins.

We are met in the house of our
friend and fellow conspirator,

an excellent and audacious hobbit,
in order to discuss our plans.

Our object is, I suppose,
well known to all of us.

But perhaps, for mr. Baggins - may
the hair never fall from his feet -

and some younger dwarves...

I think I should be right
in naming Fili and Kili,

the situation may require
some explanation.

So, I explain.

Very soon, before dawn,
we will go on a long journey,

on a dangerous journey,
and many of us, probably all,

except for our friend and advisor,
the ingenious wizard Gandalf,

I repeat... Maybe none of us
will return from this journey.

Easily excitable person!
Prone to unexplained bouts.

But one of the best! Fierce as a
dragon with its tail in the door.

Do you think, he will do?

It's all very well for Gandalf to talk
about this hobbit being fierce.

He fainted from fear!

In fact, if I hadn't seen the
magic sign on the door,

then I would have thought that
we had come to the wrong place.

And I immediately understood
that something was wrong.

He looks more like a
grocer than a burglar!

Pardon! Like a gro...

Like a grocer?

Like a grocer.

Like a grocer?!

Well, I will prove to you! I will
prove you of what I am capable!

Like a grocer...

As soon as I saw your, pardon
me, unsympathetic faces,

it seemed to me that you had
come to the wrong place.

But continue as if you
came to the right place!

Like a grocer!

Speak! Tell me what I must
to do, and I will do it.

I'll do all of what I am capable,
whoever I will have to fight.

So there.

I will not, I will not pretend, that I
understand what this is about. I don't.

I especially do not understand
the last statement about burglars.

Well here's what. I have chosen mr.
Baggins, and that should be enough.

And if I say he is a burglar,
well then a burglar he is.

Or he will be a burglar...
when the time comes.

Note that to enter into the Mountain's
secret passage you will need burglary!

Mr. Baggins is not as
simple as you think.

Yes yes! And he is not
as simple as he thinks.

A time may come, when you
may have to thank me for him!

If, of course, you survive.

Pull yourself together, Baggins.
It is time to discuss the journey.

This map was made by Thror,
your grandfather, Thorin.

He was a King under the Mountain.

In those days dwarfs owned all
of the Mountain's treasures,

and lived in peace and friendship
with the people of Lake Town.

But a terrible cruel dragon named
Smaug burned everything down!

He stole the treasure of the dwarves
and since that time he lives there now,

by spreading fear and collecting cruel
tribute from the people of Lake-town.

But we, dwarves, never forgot
the treasures stolen from us.

And especially, a diamond
called the Arkenstone.

The Arkenstone, the
Heart of the Mountain!

And we still are determined
to get back the treasure!

Get it back!

And to avenge us on the
dragon Smaug, if we can.

To the way!
To the way! To the way! To the way!

And they sang a mysterious dwarf song
to accompany them during the journey.

And the hobbit wanted to
see the great mountains,

to listen to the sound of
waterfalls and of pines,

to explore the caves, to wear
a sword instead of cane.

And yet he urged himself:
�Don�t be a fool, Bilbo!

Thinking of dragons and all that
outlandish nonsense at your age!

But sense for adventure inevitably
captured the poor hobbit,

mr. Bilbo Baggins.

# Far over the misty
mountains cold

# To dungeons deep
and caverns old

# We must away ere break of day

# To seek the pale
enchancted gold

# The dwarves of yore
made mighty spells

# White hammers fell
like ringing bells

# Diamonds, rubies, and sapphire

# Dwarfs put them
in twisted wire

# The bells were
ringing in the dale

# And men looked
up with faces pale

# A dragon's ire,
more fierce than fire

# Laid low their town
and houses frail

# The mountain smoked
beneath the moon

# The dwarves heard
the tramp of doom

# They fled their
hall to dying fall

# Beneath his feet,
beneath the moon

# Far over the misty
mountains grim

# To dungeons deep
and caverns dim

# We must away ere break of day

# To win our harps
and gold from him!

They left behind many
days and many miles.

The track they were taking became hard,
and the path was long and dangerous.

One night they were high in the
mountains, on a narrow platform,

on the edge of a dizzying cliff
that was steeply going down.

A storm began.

You know, how terrible lightning and
thunder can rage in the mountains,

at night, when two thunderstorms
meet and clash against each other.

It is...
It is very dangerous to stay here!

If we are not blown away by the wind
and not washed away by the rain,

then a giant may grab anyone of us,
and kick us sky-high like a football!

If you know a better place,
then take us there.

We must send someone to find
a more comfortable shelter!

- Will you go?
- I'm tired and may fall down.

And I'm afraid, I'm afraid
of falling into the abyss.

- We must send the youngest of us!
- That's right!

- And of course we're always the ones.
- And what did we take a hobbit for?

What for? It's his duty,
let him go exploring!

- I'm new to these mountains.
- All right, enough of bickering!

Fili, Kili, go search, until
you are struck by lightning!

There is nothing like looking when
you want to find something! Onwards!

No doubt. You usually find
something when you are looking,

but not necessarily the
thing you were looking for.

And so it happened this time.
That is the danger of caves,

you never know what lies
in wait for you inside.

And then, the whole company, enjoying
the warmth, quickly fell asleep...

Only Bilbo turned from side to side.
He had a hideous dream.

A pack of wolves, from
which they barely escaped,

shaggy trolls, that by a miracle
didn't eat them for dinner,

and from whom they
grabbed a magic sword,

and how high in the sky
eagles carried them to safety.

And then he had a dream
that the cave cracked,

and that ugly goblins
fell from this crack.

Bilbo cried, woke up,
and immediately realized,

that it was not a dream...

Clap! Snap! The black crack!
Grib, grab! Pinch, nab!

And down down to goblin-town
You go, my lad!

Clash, crash! Cursh, smash!
Hammer and tongs! Knocker and gongs!

Pound, pound, far underground!
Ho ho, my lad!

Swish, smack! Whip crack!
Batter and beat! Yammer and bleat!

Work, work! Nor dare to shirk!
While goblins quaff and goblins laugh

Round and round far underground
Below, my lad!

Who are these pitiful persons?!

Dwarves, and this one! They
were hiding in our front porch!

Why on earth? I'm sure they are up to
some dirty trick! Spying on my people!

I wouldn't be surprised
if they were thieves,

or worse - murderers
and friends of elves!

Well, what do you have to say?

I am... I am Thorin the dwarf.

We cannot be blamed for those
things of which you suspect us.

We sheltered in a convenient
cave that we thought was empty.

We hid from the storm, and we didn't
intend to disturb goblins in any way!

What were you doing in
the mountains at all?!

Who are you, are where
are you going?!

We are...

I want to know all about you!

I already know a lot about your
plans, so let's have the truth!

We are the dwarves...

And I'm...and I'm..and I'm a hobbit.

We wanted to visit our relatives who
live to the east of these mountains.

He's lying, oh greatest of the great.

He had better explain how he got
the sword from the trolls' lair!

Goblin-murderers!
And elf-friends!

Whip them! Chop them!
Bite them! Nibble them!

Throw them into a snake pit! Make
them never see the daylight anymore!

Faster! Faster! They relight
the torches again! Faster!

What happened? Why do you jump?

My foot. Why-why. I twisted it.

Get up, the goblins are there.

Thorin! Everyone here? One, two,
three, four, five, six, seven, eight,

nine, ten, eleven...
Where are Fili and Kili?

Fili, Kili!
Here they are.

Twelve, thirteen, and
Bilbo Baggins is fourteen.

Well, not bad,
it could be worse...

Could be better.

In fact, we're scared stiff!
And we have no hope for food.

Not even a small raisin-cake...

Or a piece of ham and a sip of ale...

And why did I leave
my cozy hobbit-hole...

Why? Why did we take this
blunderer to come with us?!

And he calls himself
a burglar. A burglar!

Boaster! Like all hobbits!

We don't know where we are.

And the angry goblins have
caught up with us now!

Mr. Bilbo Baggins bumped his head
on a stone and lost consciousness.

Imagine how scared he
was when he came to.

Nobody around,
and a thick darkness...

I personally would not want to be
in the place of mr. Bilbo Baggins.

By no means.

Oh... Oh... Where am I?
Where can I go now?

Going back is pointless,
to the side is silly, and forward....

I have to go forward.
Oh, oh... What's this?

A ring...interesting. Why is it here?
I'd better keep it in my pocket.

What's this? Water? It is cold!

Well... no flow. So, it's not a river.
So, it's a pond, or a puddle...

My mother Belladonna many times told
me that ponds occur in caves like this,

and that fearful fish live in
these ponds. With big eyes.

Because they all the time keep
trying to see in the dark,

and so their eyes
bulge and bulge...

But even his mother
Belladonna did not know,

that there are more
fearful creatures than fish.

They settled in the caves
before the goblins,

and now they lurk in
the dark crannies,

snooping and spying
and smelling about...

And right in the place where our
hobbit crouched near a lake,

there lived an old gollum
close to the water.

A big slippery creature. I do
not know where he came from,

nor who or what he was.
He was Gollum and that's all.

Though he called
himself "my precious".

Glitter and splash, my precious...

Wine and dine! A tasty
morsel for us, gollum...

Oh. Who are you?

And who are you?

Me?

I am Bilbo Baggins.

I have lost the dwarves and
I don�t know where I am.

And I don�t want to know,
if only I can get away.

And why do we not to sit down,
and talk a little bit, my precious?

- To you?
- Yes.

He like riddles?
Perhaps he does?

He? He is, me? I like them.
But! You ask first.

What has roots as nobody sees,
Is taller than trees,

Up, up it goes,
And yet never grows?

It is a mountain.

You knew it, you knew!
Look how easily he guessed.

But let's have a competition
with us, let's have.

If my precious asks, and he doesn�t
answer, my precious will eats him.

Well, it's clear.

And if he asks, and my precious
doesn�t answer, then...

No, I will not eat you!

Of course! Then we do what he
wants - we shows him the way out.

That's a different matter.

And... It's my time
to ask a riddle. So...

Thirty white horses on a red hill,
First they champ,

Then they stamp,
Then they stand still.

Rinky-dink! Teeth, my
precious, teeth, he-he-he.

But we has only six, here is:
one, two, three, four, five, six.

Now it's our time
to ask a riddle again.

Go on.

Voiceless it cries, Toothless bites,
Wingless flutters, Mouthless mutters.

As easy as pie. It is the wind.

You knew it again!

- Now it's my turn.
- Well, tell it...

Now you puzzle. He-he-he!

No-legs lay on one-leg, two-legs sat
near on three-legs, four-legs got some.

Uuuuu... hee-hee-hee-hee.

This is... Fish on a little table,
man at table sitting on a stool.

And the cat has the bones.
That's the meaning.

Well, it's your turn,
your turn, come on.

It cannot be seen,
Cannot be felt,

Cannot be heard,
Cannot be smelt.

It lies behind stars and under hills,
And empty holes it fills.

It comes first and follows after,
Ends life, kills laughter.

- The dark.
- What?

I say that the answer is: The dark.
Ha-ha-ha, that's all, my turn.

A box without hinges, key, or lid,
Yet golden treasure inside is hid.

Judging from the sound you are making,
the answer's a kettle boiling over, no?

Well, let me think about it,
let me think...

Think, if you are fond of thinking...
Well, you know... Sorry.

- An egg.
- That's right. Your turn.

My turn... my turn...

Alive without breath,
As cold as death,

Never thirsty, ever drinking,
All in mail never clinking.

Nothing can be easier. It is a...

This is a...
- Well well...you lose...

a...

It was very hard. You know the answer,
or can guess it in the blink of an eye,

since you are sitting comfortably at
home, and nobody wants to eat you.

But Bilbo... Bilbo cleared his throat
once or twice, but no answer came...

Interesting... Is he tasty?

Is he juicy?

Is he crunchy?

Let me think half a
minute, half a minute.

I gave you a good long
chance, so give me the same.

We're waiting... We're waiting...

Oh, a fish.

It's a fish.

So, well... Let him ask again.

Fine. So. Listen close...

Listen: What have I got in my pocket?

Well... It isn't fair!

Because it isn�t fair to ask me what
this nasty Baggins got in his pocket.

Just answer to me:
What have I got in my pocket?

Well, then give us three guesses.

Why the three guesses?
- Three. Well, so.

Very well, that's a bargain...

- A hand!
- My hands are here.

- Knife!?
- Wrong.

String, or nothing!

Neither one nor the other.

Your time is up, the competition is
over, you lost. Show me the way out.

The competition is over. Come on,
show me the way out, that is all.

We promised to show nasty
Baggins the way out. Maybe.

But we are curious, what
has he got in his pocket?

What has he got in his pocket?

Never you mind.
A promise is a promise.

Yes... But never mind, never mind...
My magic ring will help me to eat him.

Here it is... Here
it is, here it is...

Where? It has disappeared... it's gone.

It was my birthday-present!

Stolen... Stolen...
We're miserable, and poor...

Is anything wrong?
What have you lost?

Nothing is lost.

And why I ask it? Because I'm
lost too and I want to get out.

By the way, you lost,
so show me the way out.

Ah, the riddle was unfair.

- What have you lost?
- And what's in your pocket?

And what's in my pocket? Actually,
what's in my pocket? Now let's see.

Where'd he go?

We guess, it's he who
found our magic ring.

Found and stole it! Our present!
Our birthday-present!

Revenge! Revenge!

We will find it. We must
find and catch this hobbit,

take back the ring and
eat this nasty hobbit.

Hurry to the exit,
that way... That way.

We must not let him out...
the way to the back door.

Hey! My precious?

Thank you. Now I know where
the way to the back door is.

Revenge! Revenge! Thief!
Thief! Dishounorable thief!

He stole, he stole my ring!
We hate it, forever we hate it!

Hey! My precious! Goodbye!
And put on your thinking cap.

How poor we are...poor
we are...and miserable.

He ran and ran.
But all the time,

he was tormented by a
highly unpleasant thought:

Whether he should not go
back to look for his friends?

And when he came to the
decision that it was his duty,

and felt completely unhappy,
suddenly, he heard voices.

In the end, he's my friend,
and not a bad little chap!

I feel responsible for him.
I wish you hadn't lost him!

We should never have taken
him with us in the first place.

So far, he's been more
trouble than use.

I don't care about him!

Yes, why didn't you find us
someone with more sense!

Well here it is: Help me
look for him, or I'm gone!

Dori came last, and dropped him.
He is a bungler!

If someone had grabbed your legs from
behind in the dark, you'd drop him too!

Then why didn�t you pick him up again?

Again?
Yes.

If I had hesitated even for a moment
goblins would have torn off my head!

We had no time to count one another.

He is always disrupting,
bad luck to him!

Hobbits are no good.

That's right.

Well, I told you so.

Some "burglar"!

And here�s the burglar!

Why are you so scared?
It's me, Bilbo Baggins.

Nori, Dori, Kili, Fili...
Where you all gone?

Who screamed?

Whoever screamed,
we have a breakfast.

It was a hot scramble...
But it was worth it!

What a tough skins they have...

But, for sure, there
is good juice inside!

Let them hang a bit, it
will make them tastier!

We must not hang �em too long,
otherwise they'll be all withered!

They�re not as fat
as they might be...

We must kill them now, and then
hang them again, what do you think?

They are already dead.

They are not! I saw one
a-struggling just now.

It's a sign that he woke up.
Come on, check them...

You're right. The food
is alive... and kicking.

Now I will put an end to that.

Hey you! Lay off!

Hey! O-ho-ho!

Old fat spider spinning in a tree!
Old fat spider can�t see me!

Hey old fool, I'll give you a sign,
Drop the cobweb, and try to catch up!

Hey you! - Bilbo!
- Quickly, free youself and run!

- And me? And me?
- Run, with all your strength!

- Come on, come on.
- Thank you, Bilbo!

Quickly-quickly-quickly-quickly!
And I'll hold them off here.

He-he-hey! Spiders
are fools! Hee-hee.

Here I am, little fly,
You are fat and lazy!

You can't trap me if you try,
In your cobwebs crazy!

Here I am. You are
lucky. Listen, look.

Spider-fools come on,
catch me, if you can!

You ask what happened then?
Listen.

Near the Lonely Mountain,
on the shore of the lake,

stood a town half-burned by a dragon,

where the people lived in fear of raids
and destruction by a ruthless dragon.

Sometimes they used to
remember the olden days,

when their region was
fertile and bountiful,

and they lived in peace and
harmony with the dwarves,

the former owners of
the Lonely Mountain.

And quietly, so that the
dragon would not hear it,

they sang songs about the beautiful
day when the dwarves would return.

I'm Thorin, son of Thrain,
King under the Mountain!

I have come back!

The dwarves have returned!

It means the dragon's time is over!
The day of reckoning has come.

The day of reckoning has come!

For the will of the nearby mountains,
And caves and streams and rocks,

We finally must arise,
the young and the old.

And on the pure firmament
All stars will start to shine,

And couplets from the old songs
Will sound everywhere!

And trees will start to rustle,
And herbs will start to sing,

And all the light blue rivers
Will flow into valleys!

They did not have
to waste any time.

After a brief respite, the dwarves
went on to the lair of the dragon.

It was the most dangerous
part of their journey.

The people of the Town saw off Thorin
with the most gracious parting words.

Meeting with a dragon is no a joke!
Who could know how it will all end?

Well..

Well, the time has come for
the reputable mr. Baggins,

who, during our long journey,

has proved himself a hobbit who
is full of boldness and courage.

Right! I would even say, who possesses
more good luck than the usual portion,

So, I repeat... The time has come
for the reputable mr. Baggins

to, at last, provide
the service for us,

for which we took him on this
long and dangerous journey,

and for which we have
promised him a reward.

If you expect from me that I'm first
to enter into the secret passage,

Thorin, son of a Thrain...
- Grandson of Thror.

May your beard never stop growing...

Thank you.

...then, you can say it at once.

Of course, I could refuse because I've
already saved you, more than once,

and already earned some reward.

But I'm not want you to think
you are dealing with a grocer!

Don't say that, mr. Baggins!

And to prove to you that
I am not a grocer - I will.

I agree to enter the secret passage.

Well, and... Who will
keep me a company?

Well, what can I say in
defense of the dwarves?

What's true is true,
dwarves are not heroes,

but quite a prudent people
who put treasure above all.

Some are tricky and treacherous
and pretty bad lots.

But there are also honest dwarves
such as Thorin and the other twelve.

Just as long as you don't
expect too much from them.

Oh... It is the Arkenstone!
The Heart of the Mountain!

A thief appeared?
I can smell you!

I hear you breathing.
You are welcome...

Take... There is a plenty
for all... Don't hesitate...

Thanks to you, Smaug the Terrible.

But I've come, truth be
told, not for presents.

I came to see if you are really as
scary and huge as the stories say.

Because I did not seriously
believe the fairy tales.

And how do I seem to you now?

Oh, truly, tales fall
short of the reality.

My teeth are swords!

My claws are spears!

The shock of my tail
is like a thunderbolt.

My wings carry me with
the speed of a hurricane.

My breath is death!

I heard that, generally speaking,
dragons are softer underneath.

But one so thoroughly protected
must have thought of that, or not?

Your details are outdated,
thief-in-darkness.

From above and below I am covered with
a strong armour. I'm old and mighty.

But of course, I might
have guessed it myself.

Truly, is there anyone else who
could own such a wonderful vest?

Hmm, that's right, it
is a very rare thing.

Yes!

Look! What do you say?

Awesome!
Amazing!

Simply inconceivable.

(Old fool! Thickhead! You
have a hole near the bottom,

where the naked body sticks
out, like a snail out of shell.)

I dare not to detain you any longer
with my presence, your magnificence,

but at parting I'd like to tell you,
that dwarves are not easy to catch.

Yes-yes-yes! And burglars too!

"Never laugh at live dragons, Bilbo
you fool!" - he said to himself,

and it became a favourite saying of
his later, and passed into a proverb.

"This adventure is far
from over", he added.

And that was pretty true as well.

Prepare your arrows,
cut the bridges! To arms!

Don't waste your time,
Bard, and remember:

He has a bare patch on
the left side of his armour.

I saw it with my own eyes.

My arrow, fly away
and find your target!

No more dragon!

No more dragon! No more
dragon! No more dragon!

The treasure, the treasure of the
Mountain are ours again! Ours!

I would like to remind you about the
promised reward, and also, it's proper

that we should help the people of the
burned Town to rebuild their houses.

Nobody has a right! The treasures
of the Mountain are all mine!

Smaug stole them
from my grandfather.

Smaug destroyed the Town, and I killed
the dragon and so freed your treasure.

Is that not a matter
that concerns you?

We have nothing to talk about!

So, but you have forgotten,
Thorin, that once you said,

that I can take whatever I want
on account of the remuneration.

Then I... before all...
I waive my share,

and I transfer this stone
to the people of Town.

Arkenstone! The Heart of
the Mountain! It is mine!

It is... it belonged to
my father! It is mine!

You have a warm heart, hobbit.

You pitiful hobbit!
You lousy burglar!

Damn for Gandalf for imposing
you on us, may his beard wither

Stop, your wish came
true, Gandalf is here.

And don't harm the hobbit!

You're all in league!

No-no-no, Thorin! When you told me
I could take a 14th part as my share,

I took it literally.
Maybe too literally.

I just thought that I
had been of service.

You're not making a good figure
as King under the Mountain yet.

It is my stone! My stone!

Halt! The army of the
goblins is upon us!

Find a place, while there's
time! Get ready for battle!

It was a big battle. Arrows flew,
swords and spears glittered,

Bard's squad fought bravely, dwarves
and Bilbo Baggins fought desperately.

One of goblins hit the
hobbit with a mace.

He fell down, and didn't hear how the
battle ended when the enemy retreated.

At least I am not yet
one of the fallen heroes,

but I suppose there's still
time enough for that!

What a surprise! Still alive!

- Well, how I'm glad!
- And me too!

Come. You are called for.

Farewell, hobbit.
Farewell, good thief.

I go now to the halls of waiting,
to sit beside my fathers,

until the day, when
world is renewed.

I wish to part from you in friendship,
and to take back my words.

Farewell, King under the Mountain.

No mountain of gold
can amend this ending.

Yet I am glad - glad that I
have shared in your perils.

It's been more than a hobbit deserves
to take part in adventures like this.

You are wrong. Wrong. You're
much better than you imagine.

Some courage and some
wisdom, blended in measure.

If dwarves valued food, and
songs, above hoarded gold,

it would be a merrier world.

Farewell.

You've renounced the
right to your share.

But I would award you
most richly of all!

Thanks, Balin. But it seems
to me that a heap of gold...

...will give me nothing but trouble.

Then accept our gift.

Oh, thank you. Thank you, friends.

- Farewell, Dori!
- And farewell to you, Bilbo Baggins.

Farewell, Nori!
Farewell, Ori!

Farewell, Oin! Farewell,
Gloin! Farewell, Bofur!

Farewell, Bifur! Farewell,
Bobmur! Farewell, Dwalin!

Farewell, Kili and Fili!

Well, I wish a good
journey to you, Bilbo.

Wherever it may take you.

If ever you visit us again, what
a feast we'll arrange for you!

Thanks, friends, thanks.

And if ever you are passing
my way, you are welcome.

Tea is served at four.

But you are welcome at any time.

Good luck, friends!

Good luck!

The road leads far and far away,
Under the sun or under the moon,

But the voice of the heart will call -
And you are coming back to home.

You quietly look and look around,
And in the meadow you will see

The house from your childhood,
And hills and trees and flowers.

Hills and trees and flowers.

All things come to an end,
even our story.

A day came when mr. Bilbo
Baggins caught a sight...

...of the country where he
had been born and bred.

He returned to his home,
and the kettle on the hearth

whistled more musically
than in former times,

in the quiet days before
the unexpected party.

He took to writing poetry
and visiting the elves,

with whom he recalled
his adventures.

He remained very happy
to the end of his days,

and those were long,

extraordinarily long.

Roles performed by:

Author - Z. Gerdt,
People's Artist of the RSFSR

The hobbit, mr. Bilbo
Baggins - M. Danilov

Gandalf the Wizard -
Honored Artist I. Krasko

Thorin - People's
Artist A. Ravikovich

Balin - A. Kozhevnikov
Dwalin - N. Gavrilov

Kili - Honored Artist G. Korolchuk
Fili - M. Kuznecov

Dori - K. Dateshidze, Nori -
V. Kozlov, Ori - O. Levakov

Gloin - Y. Zatravkin
Oin - V. Leletko

Bofur - Honored Artist M. Hrabrov
Bifur - Y. Ovsyanko, Bombur - A. Isakov

Bard - Honored Artist B. Sokolov

Dragon Smaug - A. Tcukanov

Gollum - Honored Artist I. Dmitriev

Spiders - Honored Artist
V. Martyanov, I. Muravyev

Great Goblin - Honored
Artist M. Matveev

Goblins - L. Sekirin,
A. Slanksnis

Dances performed by artists

of the Leningrad's State Academic
Small Theatre of Opera and Ballet.

The film was made by:

Screenplay's Author - Tamara Yakovleva

Film Director - Vladimir Latyshev

Director of photography -
Alexandr Degtyarev

Production Designer -
Olga Vorohetckaya

Composer - Vladislav Uspenskiy
Sound Designer - Alena Nesterova

Melodies of songs - Alesya Krupanina

Instrumental Ensemble under the
control of Honoured Artist S.

Gorkovenko Instrumental Ensemble
under the control of V. Akulshin

Music Editor - Elena Puchkova

Sound engineers - Galina
Shlyahtina, Lyudmila Krylova

Operator - Alexandr Nikolskiy
Painter - Nina Trebisova

Painter-sculptor - Margarita Yasinskaya
Ballet master - Andrey Kuznecov

Director's assistant - Tatyana Orlova
Administrator - Nadezhda Pisareva

Pyrotechnist - Evgeniy Poilenkov
Property master - Viktor Nikiforov

Costumes are made by apprentices of
PTU 82 under control of N. Ignatova

Editor - Bella Kurkova

Video recording - Valery Nazarov,
Lyudmila Sigal, Alexandr Gusarov

Video montage - Alla
Kulikova, Vadim Plotnikov,

Irina Anohina, Irina
Kiseleva, Shakir Zagidullin

Executive Producer -
Natalya Ichanskaya

THE END

Leningrad Committee of Television
and Radio, Gosteleradio, USSR