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No one in the world will ever be able to fill the gaping abyss

left by the departure of such a man.

But it is our duty to try to make up for our loss.

Every one shall try to do so to the best of his ability.

So, gentlemen, that is almost all. Three years have passed since the day

The heart of baron Munchhausen Stopped beating.

Throughout the three years the famous hero

has been living in the hearts of his noble countrymen.

And let this monument that we are unveiling in his honour

become the symbol... - The symbol is too inexpressive a word.

- OK, let it become not merely a symbol. - That's better.

Let it become not merely a symbol of selfless love of this town

for one of its townsfolk

It will be better to say "for its great son".

That is better.

Let it become a source of courage, bravery,

a spring if optimism

which will never cease to well out... - Rather to spurt.

But a spring usually wells out.

Sometimes it does, but sometimes it spurts. In this case it is better to say "spurt".

Good.

It is not merely good. It is noble.

Is it? lf I were dead he wouldn't say the same about me.

I wonder what will people be saying about me at my funeral?

Let's wait and see.

Well, today is better.

What time is it, Thomas?

The clock struck 3, the baron fell - 2. That makes one.

What nonsense! You must add. 3 plus 2.

We were to add then, but now it is better to subtract.

- Your highness, you are sure to remember this story. - I do.

In the heat of the battle the baron did not notice that his horse had been cut in two.

The one with the cherry tree on its forehead?

Yes, only it was a deer and a different story.

Hold on. And in this story the baron rode ahead on the front half of the horse

and he discovered it only at the watering-place.

The horse could not drink enough. It drank but the water spilled out.

It drank and the water spilled out. Freely.

- And the back half? - What about the back half?

- What was the back half doing? - Grazing nearby.

To what half shall we make a monument?

We had the first half in mind.

- It will be a funny monument, your highness. - A symbol, in a way.

- I would put it differently: a joke. - A metaphor.

With the words "Let it flow in the soul of every German"

water shall start flowing from the horse.

This way, gentlemen! Please.

Please have a look at the model.

Although water flows here at the scale 1 to 10.

- Funny. - Yes, yes.

- On the whole, gentlemen, I like it. - Very good, very.

- An expressive design. - Yes, yes.

It's a pity that it is only one half.

And what if we take the liberty

Of eliminating

- Or bringing closer? - Putting together.

So... It looks even funnier.

A lot. And the water will start flowing at once.

Where shall the water flow? From what place?

Water will not flow from Munchhausen, gentlemen. No need.

He is dear to us simply as Munchhausen, as Karl Friedrich Hieronymus

And whether his horse drinks water or doesn't drink water that is none of our business.

It is not a desert.

Gentlemen, as you know our beloved baron Munchhausen

left his mark in the heart of every citizen of Hanover!

He did not forget about our cowgirls either.

Our dear little Bertha will share

her memories of the deceased with us!

Let us wish her success!

I was a simple cowgirl, I shepherded rams and sheep.

The baron went by in the forest And called me his friend.

I dreamt of marrying him.

I was the beautiful Nefertiti

And I imprisoned the baron,

And he whispered: "Would you like

To go to the Moon with me?"

You will hardly believe me

It was like a dream!

The baron and I The baron and I

Danced on the Moon!

The passage of time has stopped since

I am again shepherding rams.

People keep saying I am insane, That it was all a dream

All that adventure in the forest!

You'll hardly believe

It was like in a dream!

The baron and I The baron and I

Danced on the Moon!

Stop it, Theo, stop. Be a man!

Yes, yes, of course! It is just nerves.

Follow me, gentlemen. Follow me. This way.

Here, gentlemen, you see close friends of our dear baron.

Archimedes, Newton, Shakespeare and other geniuses.

This way, please! The baron's widow, his son, pastor.

Now please proceed into the bedroom.

When I hear all this and remember...

Dear God, dear God, how unfair we were to him, how cruel!

My dear, who could foresee such developments?

We were sincere in our delusions, time has shown us the truth.

Such is the destiny of all great men, contemporaries never understand them.

Contemporaries you said? Perhaps! But we are relatives.

It makes me shudder to remember that I dreamt of a duel with my father!

I wanted to kill him!

We all killed him.

Murderers!

Stop it, Theo! I am sick and tired of your hysterics.

You can't blame yourself all the time.

After all, now, three years after his death

all Germany reverently repeats the name of baron Munchhausen

and first of all it is the merit of his relatives.

We published the collected works of the baron.

Tomorrow his monument will be unveiled!

Well? What else?

If only he were alive.

If one could turn back the time... Ah?

What for, my dear? That is one thing we shall not do.

- Let time pass its usual way. - No!

- Stop it! Control yourself! - But mommy...

- Theo! - But mommy...

- Control yourself, my boy. - All right!

My darling, my beloved, my dear.

- What have we got here? - I don't know.

You've been pulling at your hair again.

- But that is silly. - And very painful.

- Did you try? Ever? - God forbid, baroness. How could I?

- Oh. - Sorry.

- What... what... - Quiet!

The baron asked to forewarn.

- Are they flying? - They are, baron, they are.

- Mother, the are flying! - Control yourself, son!

- They are flying, mother! - Theophil, aren't you tried of it yet?

No, no, let him try once more.

- Theo. - No, mother. Throw it!

- Hop! - Hop!

What a way to throw, mother.

Try again.

Today I feel inspired, pastor.

Let's shoot through the chimney.

Take command, Thomas!

Ready... Fire!

You ought to have placed a duck there beforehand and the just pulled at the string.

I am sure your father did exactly that.

Don't blaspheme!

- Tulips a taller one! - How much are carnations?

- 2 talers. - How do you mean 2 talers? They are withered.

Withered? While the baron was alive nobody cared much for him either.

- But once he withered, he became dear. Withered. - Take here and stick them up your ass!

Go. Go.

2 talers!

What can I do for you? Asters, cyclamens, carnations!

- I'd rather have violets. - Violets? Violets!

A forest flower! I have got only greenhouse plants. Greenhouse.

Take nasturtiums. 3 talers each.

No. My late master liked violets.

- Coarse taste. - What did you say?

Your master had no taste for the real beauty.

Who are you to judge my master?

Baron?!

Don't call me that. I am Muller.

Gardener Muller.

Got it?

Got it, Mr. Muller, baron.

I have always known.

I never believed you were dead.

Even when they said so in the papers I didn't believe it.

I didn't believe it at the funereal service.

And even when they buried you I had my doubts.

I am so happy, baron!

Well... Don't call me that. I told you I am Muller.

To me you are always baron.

Then add "the late" or "the deceased".

And then I fired in the air,

... said good-bye to my former crazy life

and became a common gardener by the name of Muller.

A queer name.

A common one.

Having the name Muller in Germany is like having no name at all.

- Still joking? - I gave it up long ago. Doctors forbade.

Since when did you take to visiting doctors?

Right after my death.

They say humour is useful. A joke prolongs one's life.

Not everyone's.

It prolongs the lives of those who laugh.

But it shortens the days of the one who tells the joke. That's how things are.

- How is frau Martha? - She is all right.

She has a boy.

- Does she? - Yes.

Is he a good boy?

12 kilos.

Does he run?

Why? He walks.

- Does he chatter? - He keeps silent.

A clever boy. He will go far.

What do you do?

Nothing. I just live.

- I grow flowers. - Are they nice flowers?

Profitable.

A taller a flower.

Just think of the number of weddings, jubilees, premiers!

My funeral alone brought me more money then all my previous life.

- Baron, are you here for the night? - Yes.

- And what will frau Martha say? - She has already said.

Here: "Forgive me, darling, but

I am sik of it all"

"Sick"

it is spelled with "ck".

Has she left such wealth?

She has a house, four carriages. She left this life and walked away.

- And you? - I am not mad yet.

I am sorry to have troubled you...

...Mr. Muller.

- What did you call me? - Mr.Muller.

Forgive me, baron!

Away with it all!

Hop!

Go on! Here!

Willie, dear, how did you get here?

Through the door naturally!

My God, how common. It seems I have already told you that

there are certain customs in this house.

Just a moment! Through the window.

Well?

Well, well, well. Are you in a hurry to see me?

Don't worry, it's me.

It's madness! Some one could see you! The servants...

That's all right. They'll take me for the usual ghost.

- What do you want? - To talk to you.

I can't. You are crazy. I am busy!

Tomorrow is the anniversary of your death. Do you mean to spoil the holiday?

It is unfair! You promised... Oh! Some one is coming.

I beg you, Karl, please,

Let us talk let's talk some other time.

All right. Today at midnight near the monument.

- The monument to whom? - To me.

- I am here! - Very pleased. Come in.

Aren't you dead?

I am.

Yes, yes, a ghost, an apparition. What can be done? Things happen.

Yes, yes, yes! Yes, gentlemen, yes! My scientific treatise

Destroyed the last objections of my opponents!

It is the evidence of what twisted road can truth sometimes choose

in the 2nd half of the 18th century. In other words in our time, gentlemen!

Here you can see the already classical scheme

of pulling oneself by the hair from the mire!

The unforgettable baron did it brilliantly.

Even now some Scholastics and demagogues argue that it is impossible.

Cowards and retrogrades!

As a person, who closely knew the deceased, as his contemporary

I watched this flight with my own eyes more than once!

As a theoretical scientist I maintain that the key

is to find the right point to apply the lever!

Here is the head, here is the arm Apply slight force...

At midnight near my monument.

An important conversation. A must.

That is all. Any questions?

Mr. Burgomaster! His highness the Duke missed again!

It is the fourth time that we make this boar run past his highness

And his highness keeps missing.

Shall we make it run a fifth time?

No. That will be impolite. He already remembers its face.

- Who remembers whom? - The Duke remembers the boar.

What a disgrace! Royal hunting! What have we come to?!

We can't cope with a single wild boar!

Sorry, Mr. Burgomaster, his highness is not happy with the forest.

Dark, damp and so on.

He wishes he could shoot a bear.

- Where on earth shall I get a bear for him? - Perhaps we could borrow one from the Gypsies?

Do whatever you like

But in half an hour the forest must be dry, bright and have a bear!

Damp, dark, bears...

It drives me mad!

As though he doesn't know that we do not have bears any more.

By the way, baron, I've long meant to ask you where did you

...get bears? - I don't quite remember. In the forest, I believe.

No, that is not possible. Bears are not found in our forests any more.

We have to talk.

Just imagine! What have we come to? Stealing bears from the Gypsies!

And once we were almost the homeland of bears.

But now this is a problem too.

- You don't have time for me now. At midnight near the monument. - Right.

Karl, Karl, I feel so lonely without you.

There is no one I can talk to or ask advice from!

- I believe it is a bear. - Let it be.

We cannot value friends while they are alive. We realize their significance only

when they leave us. - Then I shall leave.

We hurry, fuss around.

What is the use? What for?

You are all I wanted.

Get lost!

So many of them!

Now, gentlemen,

I've invited you to tell you most unwelcome news.

Damn, a very nice sentence to begin a play with.

I must suggest it to somebody some day.

Karl, please, don't digress.

So, my dear friends!

Three years ago by mutual agreement I departed this life.

We made a gentlemen's agreement that neither

you nor I should bother each other.

I abided by this condition but you did not.

- But dear baron! - The excuses will come later.

While you were burying my body I tried not to pay any attention

But when you started the service for my soul...

Wait, wait, I don't understand anything. What is it all about?

This. "Collected adventures of Baron Munchhauzen".

- So what? What? - I don't get it. What don't you like?

- By the way, it's a fine edition! - Those are not my adventures, that is not my life.

It has been smoothed, combed, powdered and castrated.

The usual editorial work.

- Dear Jakobina, you know me, don't you. - Yes.

- When they try to cut me up, I can stand that. - I know.

But when something is added, it becomes unbearable.

Please, understand, my dear, you are no longer your own master.

- You are a myth! - A what?

- A myth. - A legend! Tales are told about your new adventures.

- No tale can invent such idiotic things. - Well, that's too much!

Yes, Mr. Ramkopf. I demand that this disruptive book be withdrawn from circulation.

And now concerning the monument. I don't like it.

Take for example the picture in which I pierce a dozen Englishmen with a spear!

My dear, but you did fight with England.

You know perfectly well that not a drop of blood was shed in that war.

And I maintain that blood was shed! I have witnesses, people who saw it.

I never attacked with such a savage face as is shown in the picture.

You never looked at yourself from other people's point of view.

I never shouted: "Englishmen are pigs!" That is nasty. I love the English.

- As you know I was Shakespeare's friend. - Yes, I know.

In short I object to this monument.

- Karl, dear. - What do you mean you object?

Probably we have all wronged you.

Probably there are a number of inaccuracies.

But I am your old friend and believe me the only reason was our immense love.

- We won't have time to do anything now! - Our immense love an respect.

- The baroness is right. - Tomorrow, tomorrow is the 32nd of May!

- Yes! - The baroness is right.

You are no longer your own master. You are our pride. And so

- The guests have gathered! - Yes!

That's why we are making this monument.

Do you mean to spoil our holiday? Do you?

Let the inaccuracies alone. In two years we'll make another monument

A more truthful one. - No, no, no.

I ask you! Do you mean to spoil the holiday?

What is wrong, ah? You are like mad. I can see it in your face

that something is wrong. Tell me, tell your old friend! What is it?

Martha has left me.

She is crazy. Ungrateful filth! A scullery-maid!

She thinks it is easy to be a lover of such a man.

Mean woman. We'll bring her back.

Nothing serious. We'll talk her into coming back.

No, you don't know her. I will have to bring myself back first.

- What do you mean? - I decided to resurrect.

- No. - Karl, Karl...

- You will do nothing of the sort. - You understand yourself...

- You can't. - What for?

- A holiday... - We are all grown-up people

- No, no, you will do nothing like that! - I will.

But you are dead, baron Munchhuasen. You are buried.

- You have a grave. - You'll have to pull it down.

No, no and no! We are no going to pull down the grave.

Please understand, my dear. Under the circumstances I will be forced to take extreme measures.

It won't stop me.

Farewell, gentlemen. I am very sorry, but...

I am sorry too, but the burgomaster cannot allow some impostor

to infringe upon holy names.

How very interesting.

You have changed a lot since I last saw you, Mr.Burgomaster.

And you were wrong not to.

Here are the facts: the excerpt from the church records

... certificate for the baron's death, certificate for the coffin.

There are more then enough proofs it seems.

But the accused still persists in his statement!

Making use of his facial similarity with the baron

appropriating his manner of walking, his voice even his fingerprints

the accused is naive enough to believe he can fool us

and make us recognize in him our dear baron

to whom we said farewell 3 years ago!

I vividly remember that service. I read the burial service myself.

We are waiting, accused. Do you refuse to answer question of the jury?

Fine! Let's listen to his relatives and close friends.

Baroness Jakobina von Munchhausen is called out as a witness.

Witness, take a good look at the the accused.

Do you know this man?

- Yes. - Who is he?

This is the gardener Muller. Good morning, gardener.

How did you come to meet him?

He provides flowers for the grave of my late husband.

Witness, forgive my absurd question but does the accused look

Iike the late baron at all? Take a good look.

There probably is some resemblance but only the slightest.

Thank you, baroness.

Frau Martha, frau Martha!

Frau Martha, there is serious trouble the baron has risen from the dead.

There will be trouble, frau Martha!

Witness, can you at least remotely

recognize the accused as your dead father?

- Never! - That is enough.

Please spare the tender soul of this youth any further questions.

I have a question to my son.

I object! This is not your son, he is the son of Baron Munchhausen!

Yes, yes, of course. Forgive me. Although it sounds funny

it probably is the result of some incomprehensible natural phenomenon.

Wine turns to vinegar, Munchhausen becomes Theofilus.

I hate you! Enough. The duel. Here and now.

- Through the handkerchief. - I object!

Stop it, witness! You can't fight a duel with the accused.

You are a baron, he is a gardener. Take your seat!

Mr.Burgomaster, please!

Sorry. I would like to avoid this unpleasant duty.

No, that is impossible.

You were a friend of the late baron. You evidence is essential.

Judge...

I am not a young man any more!

My eyesight is weak, my memory is unreliable. I may be mistaken.

- Do you recognize the baron in the accused? - I don't know.

Take your time.

Well, well. Come closer, take a better look.

My eyesight is poor. The most important thing is...

Try to feel.

Feel.

Upon my word, some times it seems like

that is him and then that it is not. No, no! What if...

It seems likely that... How can I rely upon my own judgment when

I have complete confidence in the court. It will be as you say.

What a disgrace!

What a disgrace. And this is our burgomaster!

Come on, burgomaster, come on.

Sorry, judge. Sorry, Baroness.

Sorry, accused.

I am at work.

If they decide you are Munchhausen I'll embrace you.

If they decide you are Muller

I will imprison you. That's all I can do for you.

- Prosecutor, are you finished? - I am. I believe that is enough.

Accused, do you have any witnesses for the defense?

Unfortunately not.

Yes, there are!

Martha!

Martha!

Well. I request a break in the proceedings. I don't feel well. Here is the certificate.

The proceedings are adjourned till tomorrow. Break, break, break!

Here.

You want to participate in the hearings?

I want to tell the truth!

Remember, frau Martha, if he repents we are sure to obtain mercy.

Otherwise he will be sentenced to at least 10 years of imprisonment.

- 10 years, frau Martha! - Calm down, Henrikh.

If some one wants to tell the truth he has the right to do so.

I only wish I knew what sort of truth you intend to tell.

- Truth is unique! - There is no such thing as truth.

Yes. The truth is what is considered true at the moment.

Can this well-fed merchant, this quiet family man be Munchhausen?

God forbid! I admire you!

In three years you managed to do with my husband something

I could not accomplish in 20 years. Bravo.

Bravo.

So now when our joint efforts have yielded successful results

why start everything all over again? - I love him.

What has you love given him? A dull, uninteresting life!

And now the dock! Tomorrow it will be prison or death!

Bear in mind, frau Martha, that in case the investigation comes to a standstill

we shall have to make an expertise.

- What does it mean? - It means

That he will be thrown into the mire or made to ride a cannon-ball.

- The real cannon-ball, frau Martha! - Yes, yes the real cannon-ball.

My God! Do you absolutely have to kill a man

before you can realize that he is alive?

Well said. Very! But we have no other way out.

So now when you know everything it is for you to decide.

My advice is: don't hurry to become a widow of Munchhausen.

This position is occupied.

Accused Muller, you have a visitor.

I am ready to return to you.

I shall stand everything.

Me? Never.

You face imprisonment.

A nice place.

Here next to me are Ovid, Cervantes.

We shall be knocking at the walls.

You must be talking to your visitor. Talk.

Karl, you don't know the most important thing.

They've invented some terrible expertise!

At last we'll be doing real business!

No, Karl, they want to kill you! Do you understand?

Well...

Let's be honest to the very end.

No my darling.

That must be my fate, to give up at the most difficult moment.

I will give evidence that you are Muller.

I will betray you.

I will tell them that you are a gardener and I am your wife.

We were wed at a parish church. We have a boy.

Don't do that, Martha.

Close the gates!

Gentlemen, gentlemen! I repeat it is a closed court experiment!

- Entrance only with special permission! - Mr.Ramkopf!

No, no, no! I can't do anything today. Nothing! Next time!

I can't do anything today! Next time, please!

- Pastor, pastor! - Well?

Ask them to let me in!

I've got here some things he might need on his way. After all it's a long way.

- Do you really think he will complete the flight? - To the Moon? Of course.

You can't even see it.

When you can see, every fool can fly to it! The baron likes difficulties.

- Amazing. - What is amazing your highness?

I mean it is amazing the way our people is in harmony with nature.

- Oh! I shall remember that. - You'd better put it down.

- Jakobina... - Stop! No hysterics, I beg you!

- Jakobina, everything is ready. - Leave me alone. Mother!

- You can't go there, baron. - I have the right...

- He's with me! - Keep quiet, people are watching.

Enough! All my life I've been keeping quiet. I am sick and tired of it!

- And what if this gardener reaches the Moon and we lose again? - Quiet.

- No, we can't miss this opportunity! I'll fly with him! - Stop?

- He is with me! Leave him alone! - My boy, come here, come to me!

- First of all, there isn't enough room for you two in here. - That's out of the question.

Secondly there will be no flight at all!

Jakobina, I did ask you! A court secret!

All right, just between us. Everything has been rehearsed in advance.

We placed damp powder into the cannon.

- Why damp? - We are not murderers.

He will fly no more than 4 meters and fall to the ground.

Everything will be proved and he will go back to his flowers.

Won't there be anything unwanted?

God forbid, your highness!

Everything will be played out to the letter. The overture will be followed by the questioning.

Then the convict's last words, cannon fire, general merriment, dancing.

On the whole your idea is interesting.

Yes, yes, the idea is interesting.

Shall we begin, frau Martha? Please, deliver your lines.

Well.

God, forgive us all, bless us and try

to ensure that first of all everything goes smoothly and secondly

No more time. Pastor, no more time. Time to begin.

Let frau Martha begin!

Good. A pink dress against the gray background looks good.

The waistline is a little too high but on the whole it is not bad.

Good morning, frau Martha.

Have you brought the request for mercy?

I have.

Read it.

I, Martha, the wife of gardener Muller

Ask you to have mercy on my insane husband.

Let me at least put a different date.

On no account. You must read your lines accurately.

Your highness! I entreat you

On this day, the 32nd of May

1773

- Excellent, frau Martha! - Do you promise that nothing will happen to him?

I have already explained to you, the powder is damp. He will fall from the muzzle

to the ground to general amusement! At the most he might get slight bruises.

In order to identify you, accused,

and to prevent any mistake we suggest that you in front of the witnesses

repeat baron Munchhausen's famous feat, that of flying to the Moon!

I warn you, you have the right to refuse.

No! I agree.

Then, let's start the confession.

I've been doing it all my life. But no one believed me.

- Please, unburden your soul. - It happened of its own accord, pastor.

I had a friend.

He betrayed me.

I had a loved one.

She denounced me. I fly away with a light heart.

Rude! We like so much...

Always...

...That is not the main thing - Yes.

Why did you agree to participate in this farce?

I did it for the sake of our love.

I no longer believe in it.

Why can't I hear? I don't understand what they are talking about.

Your highness, the accused thanks the town authorities

and at the same time as it were jokes with his beloved.

Good. The lace collar and the tuck at the front are especially becoming.

And he does look like the late baron.

Do you remember, when we visited Archimedes he said

"Love is a theorem that we must prove every day"

- Say something to me as a farewell. - What?

What?

- Say something to me as a farewell. - What?

Think!

There is always something important to say at such a moment!

I... I...

I will be waiting for you!

Not that!

I...

I love you very much!

Not that!

- I will be faithful to you! - No need.

They put the damp powder, Karl! They want to interfere with your flight, Karl!

That's it!

Thank you.

Thank you, Martha.

Let everyone envy! No one else has such a woman.

My God. A druggist's daughter is a druggist's daughter.

Thomas, have you brought what I asked you to?

Yes, baron! Here it is!

Is this dry? Sure?

Yes! It will blow up all right!

Farewell, gentlemen!

I will fly away now and we are most likely never to see each other again!

When I come back next time

You will be no more.

The thing is that time

flies differently on Earth and in the sky.

A second there is equal to an age here! Everything is relative.

But it'll take a lot of time to explain.

My God, I am so tired of dying.

Ignite the fuse!

Your highness, the situation is extreme!

Your highness, I know him. He will not stop.

Everything is going to blow up your highness!

- And me too? - I tell you, everything!

- Where is the commander in chief? - He is in command.

Your highness! Please,

Please acknowledge that he is the baron!

That is not dangerous, your highness. It can be looked upon as a humanitarian act.

Even more so since you yourself said He resembles the late baron!

- He does! - Look at his eyes, at his face!

- Everything! The looks of the baron! - The Baron as large as life!

- Does he resemble the baron? - He does!

- He does! Your highness! - He does!

Where is the commander in chief?

I don't understand anything any more. Is that him or not?

You can't wait 2 minutes?

- You must speak. - Your highness, I'll do everything in my power.

Stop, accused! Your highness, please.

Well now. We all must have been wrong to some degree.

Gentlemen! Following the successful experiment

the Court of Hanover rules that...

Since everything happened this way let it be this way.

... is ruled! His honour rules that the accused

should be considered baron Munchhausen! - Right.

Some people here are now taking the liberty of making false pockets

and tight sleeves. That is something we won't allow.

Long live, gentlemen! Long live! This is baron Munchhausen!

That is him!

Karl, I can recognize you now!

Theo, why are you standing still? Look who has come!

Daddy!

Daddy!

Daddy!

Wait, wait!

Karl, I've always known! I have! But it is all so unexpected!

- Congratulations! - On what?!

On your successful return from the Moon!

That is not true! I haven't been to the Moon this time!

What do you mean you haven't? The protocol says you have.

It's a lie!

Join in unobtrusively.

Join in.

Yes, of course.

When my husband was flying, I was so nervous.

There is one thing I can tell you: I believed he would come back.

Join us, baron, join us.

Join us.

Long live!

Join us, baron, join us.

Baron, join us. Join us, baron.

Where are you going?

Join us, baron.

Baron, join us.

Yes, gentlemen, yes.

It was my husband's third trip to the Moon.

The first two trips we made together.

Then, I'll write about it some time.

Join us, baron.

Join us.

My God!

If you only knew how sick and tired I am of you all.

Won't you understand

Baron Munchhasuen is famous not for flying to the Moon,

but for not lying.

If I promised that I would fly to the Moon again

I must do it.

Are you ready, Martha?

Thomas, go home, get the supper ready!

When I come back let it be 6 o'clock!

6 in the morning or 6 in the afternoon?

6 in the midday.

I know what your trouble is. You are too serious.

A clever face is not as yet an indication of cleverness.

All silly things on Earth

Are done with a clever Look on one's face.

Smile, gentlemen!

Smile!

WRITTEN BY GRIGORIY GORIN

DIRECTED BY MARK ZAHAROV

DIRECTOR OF PHOTOGRAPHY VLADIMIR NAHABTSEV

PRODUCTION DESIGNER GEORGY KOLGANOV

COMPOSER ALEXEI RYBNIKOV

SOUND BY YURIY RABINOVICH CONDUCTOR SERGEI SKRIPKA,

DIRECTOR LEONID CHERTOK CAMERAMAN SERGEI ARMAND

COSTUME DESIGNER N.FIRSOVA, FILM EDITING I.TSEKAVAYA, MAKE-UP N.MINAYEVA

SPECIAL PHOTOGRAPHY: DIRECTOR V.YAKUBOVICH, DESIGNER I.IVANOVA

GENERAL EDITOR I.VINOGRADOV MUSICAL EDITOR A.LAPISOV

PRODUCTION MANAGER LAZAR MILKIS

CAST

BARON MUNCHHAUSEN - OLEG YANKOVSKY

JAKOBINA MUNCHHAUSEN - INNA CHURIKOVA MARTA - YELENA KORENEVA

BURGOMASTER - IGOR KVASHA, RAMKOPF - ALEKSANDR ABDULOV, THEOPHIL - LEONID YARMOLNIK, THOMAS - YURI KATIN-YARTSEV

PASTOR - VLADIMIR DOLINSKY, DUKE - LEONID BRONEVOY, COMMANDER-IN-CHIEF - SEMYON FARADA, JUDGE - VSEVOLOD LARIONOV

EXTRAS: V.ALEXANDROV, A.AMASPYURYANTS, V.VINTSEN, G.MALIKOV, YU.MARTYNOV, K.NITS, G.OSHKOLUP, N.PALLADINA, O.SOKOLOV, L.POLISCHUK

A.SKORYAKIN, O.SOKOLOV, M.HOHARINA, S.TORKACHEVSKY, V.FIRSOV, V.IANOVSKIS, I.YASULOVICH

THE END "MOSFILM STUDIOS", 1979