Original subtitles

Produced by Belarusfilm 1965

Glory to the craft of weavers.

Glory to the craft of potters.

Glory to the craft of blacksmiths.

Glory.

Glory.

Glory to the city of craftsmen.

Rescue yourself!

Go into the forest, otherwise everyone will be killed.

His Serene Highness Way, to the Duke de Malicorne,

conqueror and subjugator

the former of the free city of craftsmen,

its squares and streets,

workshops and trade shops,

as well as adjacent fields, forests, villages

and ravines.

The City of the Craftsman

Screenplay: Erdman Nikolay (based on the play by Tamara Gabbe)

Stage director : Vladimir Bytchkov

Camera: Mikhail Ardabjevsky, Alexander Knyazhinsky

Art director: Alexander Boim

Composer:Oleg Karavajchuk Sound director: Semen Shukhman

producers: N. Kalinin, Y. Filin

Make-up artist: Y. Fomin Costume designer: A. Kavetskaya Fechtmeister: K. Chernozemov

Director Assist.: Y. Oxanchenko, B. Sergeev, V. Skorobogatov

Camera Assist.: M. Komov, N. Stroganov, L. Slobin

Art Assist.: G. Anfilov, A. Anfilov, V. yakovlev

Poems: S. Marshak, Z. Gerdt

Editors: A. Luzhanin, N. Lozinskaya

Orchestra of the Leningrad State Philharmonic Conductor: O. Karavajchuk

Administrator: A. Zhuk

Starring:

Georgy Lapeto, Marianna Vertinskaya, Lev Lemke, Saveliy Kramarov

In other roles...

Down with foreign [sh]oldiers!

- Did you hear the screams? - I heard, Your Mightiness.

- Detain and bring here!

- But... - Detain and bring here!

Down with foreign [sh]oldiers!

Down with foreign [sh]oldiers!

Oh, who is this?

Karakol, dear, how you scared me.

- How did you get here? - I was passing by and decided to visit.

- What do you hear, Grandma Tafaro. - What do we hear?

- Grab and catch. - Down with foreign [sh]oldiers!

The seditious man climbed onto the roof. Follow me!

Oh son, son.

What times are these? Brought the last rooster to the market.

- Why didn't you sell it? - Nobody is buying.

People talk: "Grandma Tafaro, we can't buy it cheap,

we have a conscience, but we can't do it too expensive, we don't have money".

That's why I brought it back.

Down with foreign [sh]oldiers!

In all honesty I thought

what are you shouting, but it turns out to be another person.

- Down with foreign [sh]oldiers! - Some daredevil has been found.

Down with foreign [sh]oldiers!

- He's not here, Mister Baron. - There he is.

There he is, on the smokestack.

Parrot!

Down with foreign [sh]oldiers!

Who taught him this?

I came up with this myself. I'll say so during interrogation.

Down with foreign [sh]oldiers!

Golden coin for whoever catches it.

Golden coin - a lot of money..

- Golden coin for whoever catches it. - What?

- Golden coin for whoever catches it. - Golden coin for whoever catches it.

- Where is he? - Where is he?

- Where is he? - Where is he?

There he is.

- Give it to me. - Nope. Golden coin.

- Won't it be too much?? - If you don't want it, I'll let him out.

Calm down.

Give me a gold coin.

Hold.

The talking parrot was captured and delivered by my squad.

Turn on the light, jester. Let everyone see this wonder of nature.

And a buyer has been found for your bird..

How should I thank you, son?

It's not the bird you should look for,

but the person.

- Call the secret police chief. - I've been here for a long time, Mr. Guillaume.

You were eavesdropping again.

His Serene Highness will fire you, if you don't find the one,

who taught the bird to swear.

I wasn't eavesdropping, Mr. Guillaume. I was listening.

And heard what you didn't hear.

- What did the parrot say? - Down with foreign soldiers!

- Not a soldiers, but a [sh]oldiers. - What difference does it make? Down with us.

[Sh]oldiers. Instead of "s" - "sh".

What does this mean?

This means that a person, who taught the parrot so much...

seditious words, lisps or hisses.

Today we will arrest everyone who has a lisp and hisses.

And we will find the criminal, Mr. Guillaume.

- Good morning Uncle Temale. - Good morning, Karakol.

- Good morning, Karakol. - Good morning, Uncle Nenosh.

Say it, man: "A snake sneaks to seek a snack."

A snake sneaks to seek a snack.

40 houses - and not a single one with a lisp. Well, what a city.

- If we don't find someone with a lisp, we'll be fired. - Who's going to fire us??

- The Boss. - He won't have time to do it.

Why?

If we don't find someone with a lisp,

The Duke will fire our boss early.

So, tell me quickly:

A snake sneaks to seek a snack.

A snake sneaks to seek a snack.

- Ah? - Ah?

A snake sneaks to seek a snack.

They'd better ask you something about the camel.

What are you hiding in your hump??

Gold?

or maybe wine?

Damned hunchback.

Don't pay attention.

It is not worth hanging on to them.

Maybe they have an even bigger hump than you.

Come here, I'll read you fortune.

People guess their luck, Aunt Tafaro

My happiness is always with me.

- Just like the hump on your back. - What's true is true.

But I can't thank you with anything, only fortune telling.

Let me, old woman,, to tell you your destiny.

You will be beautiful, You will be happy.

Marry the city's first beauty.

Do not laugh, otherwise the fortune telling will not come true.

It's better for me to laugh than to cry. She won't love a hunchback,

she is the first beauty.

So the hump hasn't grown on you forever.

Believe me. You won't have a hump.

- When will this happen?? - When will you rid the city of its hump.

Listen up citizens. Listen up citizens.

Listen up.

Everything the city is rich in -

goods and products,

jewels and goodies,

must be immediately brought to the table of His Serene Highness

the Duke de Malicorne.

- conqueror and subjugator... - How long will we put up with this?

Long time,

but there are people who have already run out of patience.

Who are they, Grandma Tafaro?

- Did you hear the screams last night? - Screams?

At night I was sleeping, and what were the screams??

There was screaming tonight...

Let's wait for the night, Uncle Nenosh. It's not time to shout during the day,

what they shout at night.

- No one can hear us. - Kliklyak is coming towards us.

- Don't get together for more than two. - Why?

The Duke himself ordered.

Haven't you heard??

- And if there are more than two, then they will go to prison. - You can only gather in prison?

- He lies everything. How does he know? - From dad.

And who knows, if not me, to the burgomaster's son?

Mister Guillaume trusts only two people - my dad and me.

hee-haw.

hee-haw.

My dad and me.

Good morning, Karakol.

Good morning, Veronica.

Who are you laughing at??

Above your fiance, Veronica.

How's that? Who is he? I do not know him?

Kliklyak.

He trumpets all over the city, that he wants to marry you.

Are you kidding me, Karakol??

No, I'm not in the mood for jokes.

First time I hear that Karakol had no time for jokes.

What's wrong with you today?

It's like you want a lot say, but you can't find the words..

Words... There is no need to look for them.

There they are.

The nightingale sings at night, but I swear on my sword,

I swear by my courage I'm afraid to sing at night.

Let the sun burn, let the sweat flow,

but I don't hide my passions...

- During the day only one Kliklyak sings. - hee-haw, hee-haw, hee-haw.

Ugh, nasty animal.

Fool.

Don't shame me.

Don't shame me, parrot.

Fool.

- I'll shut you up. - Fool.

- I'll shut you up. - Fool.

Come here, come here. Fool.

Come, parrot, come.

Come here, parrot. I'll treat you. You will be silent.

Fool.

Where are you going, you vile animal??

Tell me, Karakol, where and when did you see my brother?

Last night by the river.

How do they live there? Without fire, without shelter.

- It's scary to think about. - It's no scarier there than in the city.

In the forest, every bush will cover you, but here...

- The thickest walls are not protection. - Isn't it true, Karakol?

In the forest I'm afraid for my brother, and here in the city...

Listen. Listen. Listen.

All city residents

must take off their hats

upon meeting the Duke's sedan chair

or the Duke de Malicorne himself,

conqueror and subjugator

the former of the free city of craftsmen.

- Its squares and streets. - First they take off our hat, then the head.

- Yea. - Hey.

If a person has a head on his shoulders, not just a hat on top of your head,

he'll figure out what to do.

Well.

What will you take from me now??

Who doesn't have a hat he won't take it off in front of anyone

Come on, take mine.

And mine.

Hang my hat higher.

Catch it.

What's going on here?

Why are there hats on a tree?

Old city consuetud, Your Grace.

Give away your hats to the birds for their future baby birds.

Your Serene Highness, this jester in the tree is laughing at us.

Take him.

Down with foreign [sh]oldiers!

Down with foreign [sh]oldiers!

- Down with foreign soldiers! - He will replace Jacques for us.

Poor Jacques. He was so humorou[sh], cheerful, [sh]atisfactory.

And here is mine.

"Douchey Duke!"

- Do you like it? - Nice one.

- Mine parrot needs to be retrained. - Why?

- He lived with a drunkard and speaks in a woman's voice, the same thing. - What does he say?

- "So that you choke, damn."

- Who do you need? - Miller.

- Why you need the miller? - I brought the grain.

- Why you brought the grain? - If it grinds, there will be flour.

- So I got a parrot. - What is he shouting??

We'll see now.

- Long live the Duke! - What did he say?

- What? What? - I did not know. He deceived me.

- Who? - Kliklyak. It was he who gave the parrot.

- How did he find out about us? - Did you tell him?

Yes, but I took an oath from him, that he won't tell anyone.

- How dare you do this? - You also took an oath from me,

that I would not tell anyone, I thought it was necessary

- Traitor. - Chatterbox.

- Weakling. - You took Kliklyak at his word.

You see what happened, you talked too much.

Don`t move!

Mr. Burgomaster with his son.

What are you going to ask His Serene Highness as a reward?

- I have one wish. - Which?

Get married.

I love His Serene Highness so much, and I love Veronica more.

And what does the Duke have to do with it?

So without His Serene Highness's soldiers, she will not marry me.

Of course, it won't go without soldiers.

- Dad... dad. - Long live the Duke!

Colossal. Say it again, you fool, for his again.

Long live the Duke!

Why did you bring me here, and at lunchtime at that?

I insist, Mister Baron.

- What do you insist on? - For you to check the next parrot.

Okay.

Open...

this cage.

Listen.

Long live the Duke!

Long live the Duke!

The others scream the same thing?

- The same. - What do you say now?

- I don't trust these people. - But you must trust your ears!

I don't trust people or my ears. I only believe denunciations, denunciations, denunciations.

- Check out the next parrot, Mr. Barron. - Open this cage.

- Long live the Duke! - Long live the Duke!

Long live the Duke!

Long live the Duke!

You hear? This is what the power of example means.

I am sure that within a year, with the help of our soldiers,

the entire population will join these parrots. Take it.

I take this wonder of nature with me.

- What for? - I want to report to His Serene Highness.

You are doing the right thing, young man, right thing.

Oh, by the way, say your name.

- Oh, Mister Baron... - No, don't be modest, don't be modest.

I must report to the Duke, that there is a man,

who supports the new order, who taught the parrot to scream -

Long live the Duke!

- His name is Kliklyak. - Kli... What?

Klik... what?

Kliklyak.

- Kliklyak? - Yes, Mister Baron.

A very strange name, but I'll try to remember it.

Kliklyak.

Kliklyak. Kliklyak.

Kliklyak.

Perhaps you know, who incites these

blacksmiths and shoemakers?

Of course I know, Your Serene Highness, this is the hunchback Karakol.

- Hold your tongue. - What do you mean, "hold your tongue"?

Oh, it's the sweeper who was sitting in the tree.

Yes.

This is the first troublemaker. He also came up with the idea of a parrot.

He came up with the idea with the hats. Do you know what kind of hump he has?

Here it is!

Your Serene Highness, I'm sorry, I didn't know you were so similar.

What do you mean by this?

That the Duke de Mauricorn looks like a sweeper?

What are you saying, Your Highness, your legs are thinner and your hump is larger,

and generally you are prettier,

It just seemed to me.

Do you understand, You Serene Highness.

Why do you dislike this sweeper so much

Because he laughs at me in front of Veronica.

- Do you want to marry her? - Yes, even now, yours Serene Highness.

Get ready for the wedding,

burgomaster.

When will my wedding take place?

When will you rid the city of this sweeper.

But how can I rid the city of it?

Kill him.

Your Serene Highness, if I start killing him, he will kill me first.

Do you know how dexterous he is?

And you lure him into a trap or push him into a hole.

It's easy to say: "into a trap".

Where will you find it, a trap?

Dig it.

I'm afraid.

Well then...

Then Veronica will marry Karakol.

This will be a great couple.

- What's this? - Talking parrot, Your Serene Highness.

Yes!

Why did you bring it?

This amazing bird can shout - long live the Duke!

Yes!

- Who taught this? - Me.

Yes, yes, Your Serene Highness, I was given his name.

Your Serene Highness, what will you reward me with?

I will be present at your wedding. Open up.

Well, why is he silent?

Wait a second. Parrot, what did I teach you?

Well.

Wait a second. Repeat after me.

Well. Repeat...

Long live the Duke!

- Long live the Duke! - "So that you choke, damn it."

Well...

You will kill the sweeper?

You offend me, Your Serene Highness.

My sword would do a better job than him.

You are loyal and brave, Guillaume, but you're old-fashioned.

The favorite of the people should not be killed by the sword of a stranger,

but by his own hand...

compatriot.

I can't work anymore, I have no strength.

Tomorrow I will go into the forest to join our people.

There are a lot of people in the forest without you, Martin.

There are a lot of people, but there is little use.

What can they do without weapons?

- They expect it from you. - They can't expect it from me.

- Don't understand. - You'll understand now.

Do you see?

When you finish forging,

you hand everything over to us.

Got it now?

Listen, blacksmith. When will you build the fence?

- I'm not going to do that. - What fence?

An iron fence around the castle.

I just won't do it, and I won't forge shackles.

And I won't forge prison bars, I won't do anything. Enough.

Beware, blacksmith, today I will report this to His Serene Highness.

I don't know about shackles and bars, but you will make a fence.

Wow.

Who will force me? Isn't he a Duke?

- Someone is higher than him. - Who?

I am.

Gentlemens.

Tell the Duke that they will start building the fence today.

"The needle slides, twirling its tail,

scurries around like an agile mouse.

On this golden field

I will embroider a blooming garden."

They say Karakol composed this song for you, Veronica.

Just like for you and for everyone who holds a needle in their hands.

Eh, boy, if he didn't have a hump,

I couldn't wish for a better groom for any of our girls.

- But I don't notice that he has a hump. - That's how it is?

So what is the delay? He can't take his eyes off you either.

"One stitch another stitch.

Don't sleep, my needle.

The leaf opened.

A flower of

azure silk bloomed."

-Where are they taking him? - Hopefully away from us.

They are coming to us! For what?

Maybe they want to find out, where our brother is hiding?

- Maybe they caught him? - What are you saying...

They're coming here.

- It seems this is not the viceroy. - He's scary.

Good morning, ladies.

Which one is your daughter, Master Ferren?

However, I can see it myself. And what about these beauties?

My daughter's friends.

No, madam, I beg you to stay.

- I don't want to disturb your conversation. - What I want to say,

concerns you specifically.

Master Ferren, don't you think, it's time for you to marry off

your beautiful daughter?

Even if I knew Mister Moucheron and his son Kliklyak

less than I do, I would not even then talk to them.

I ask you to go out.

I came here with His Serene Highness and I can only leave with his permission.

Consider that you have already received it.

Guillaume!

Escort the burgomaster to the gate.

Master Ferren, do this honor to your dear guest.

- If you are human... - And who am I if not a human?

I don't know, if you have a heart, let me stay with my father.

Raise your head.

I want to watch you cry.

Don't laugh at me. You're in my house after all.

- But you are in my city. - I know it.

We can't breathe in this city from the moment you hold it in your hands.

I can give your city back some of its rights and liberties.

- It all depends on you, Veronica. - From me?

What can I do?

- Put these on. - What is this?

My mother's engagement ring. Put it on. Now it's yours.

-Why do I need it? - You will be the Duchess de Malicorne.

What are you saying? Are you joking.

I'm not joking. Put it on, Veronica. You will be my wife.

Go away, you disgusting spider.

Ah, you don't like me.

But I like you and that's enough

so that I, the lord of your city, made you his maid,

but I ask for your hand, lovely gold seamstress.

Are you asking for my hand? Here it is for you.

We will still have time to pay for this little prank.

What's the matter with you, Veronica? Don't worry.

Moucheron will no longer cross the threshold of our house.

That's right, Master Ferren. Neither he nor anyone else.

Your home and your beautiful daughter will be reliably guarded.

"My broom grew in the forest.

It grew up in a green forest.

Just yesterday she was

cheerful birch."

This is where he walks.

So it's not for the beast, but for a person we dig a hole.

- Now human has become worse than the beast. - None of your business.

We don't care, master.

Dig here.

- Hello, Karakol. - Hello, Ferrek.

- Hello, Karakol. - Hello, Milik.

Hello Temale.

- Did you bring me a letter, Karakol? - I brought it to everyone.

I haven't forgotten anyone.

- How about a letter for me? - Come on quickly.

"Dear son, when will you return home?"

Or rather, our house was burned down by damned foreigners..."

"Dear brother, how do you live there in the forest among wild animals?

Without shelter and fire..."

"Dear son, we can't wait, when you return to the city,

and the copperheads will flee from you..."

Well, okay, everything will be fine.

No, there is no need to accompany me.

Where the paths begin, you can meet strangers.

Goodbye, Karakol. Say hello to my father and Veronica.

- Goodbye, Ferrek. - Say I'll see you soon.

Coming soon. I have already agreed with the blacksmiths about the fence.

Today I'll talk to the bell ringers, as soon as everything is ready, -

let them ring the bells.

You are waiting for a signal.

Listen...

Beware, the Duke is going hunting today.

Keep your ears open.

Whoa! Your Serene Highness. Whoa!

Yes, here. Please.

Return to Mr. Guillaume. I'll walk alone.

I'll look at new hunting places.

- Here. Here. -Are you sure you can catch game?

- I'm sure, Your Serene Highness. - Well, well.

Well, well, well.

- Show where it is. - One moment. From here five steps forward.

One, two, three, four...

Five. Three steps to the right and you are in a hole.

Where I am?

- That is, not in the hole, but next to it. - Go first.

Well.

One, two, three.

Ah!.. Ah!.. You Serene Highness!

Ah!.. Ah!..

This way you can get yourself a hump. And I don't need this,

since I'm marrying Veronica.

This is Karakol.

If he finds out, we're here, he'll kill us.

There's no way there's anyone here.

Be quiet, Moucheron.

It's me.

His Serene Highness's Servant, Keeper of the seal.

- Get me out, I'll pay well. - And me.

I don't need anything from you, sir.

Store the seal in this hole; you can't think of a better place for it.

Wait! Wait!

Get me out, do you hear?

I will give you a seal for three days.

For three whole days you will manage your city.

You can get a lot done during this time.

You can send people to the chopping block, or you can save people from it.

- Throw the seal here. - Come on, Your Serene Highness.

Wait! Wait!

Right. Signet ring.

If things go without deception... Okay.

- Quickly pull me out, sweeper. - Be patient.

Quicker. Take action.

Take action. Pull. - Get out.

Get me out.

Karakol.

Karakol, what about me?

Wait.

- You will lose your signet ring. - I won't lose him.

Now all I can think about is His Serene Highness seal.

Grab this man!

- He stole the signet ring! - Take him!

You are a liar, Your Serene Highness.

Take him.

Your Serene Highness! Your Serene Highness!

The wind cannot be caught in a net!

Your Serene Highness!

Would you order his execution right now, Your Serene Highness?

No, Guillaume. We will execute him as the thief,

who stole my ring. In the square in front of all the people.

Listen. Listen. Listen.

Tomorrow morning the execution will take place here

in the square.

The criminal and thief, who encroached on the property

and very life of His Serene Highness

the Duke de Malicorne, conqueror and subjugator

former free city of craftsmen,

- Who are they taking, Uncle Temale? - Who knows?

Everyone is now considered criminals and thieves.

Stand up!

I want to talk with you.

In prison you are supposed to sit, not stand, Your Serene Highness.

Sit down on the straw next to me and talk.

Why do animals and birds befriend you, sweeper?

Ask them about this, Your Serene Highness.

Why people love you,

sweeper?

For the fact that I love them, Your Serene Highness.

Why does Veronica love you?

Loves?

It's easier for me to say why she hates you, Your Serene Highness.

Hates?

Because I'm hunchbacked.

But I'm also hunchbacked, Your Serene Highness.

There is some secret here...

Tell me this secret, sweeper.

I'll set you free, huh?

Why are you silent, hunchback?

I'll give you gold. I'll give you whatever you want.

Understand, stupid, you won't get Veronica.

In an hour you will be executed, and I will be married to the beautiful Veronica.

You and Veronica?

Yes, sweeper!

You won't leave here!

On the chopping block!..

Sweeper!..

- You will pay for this with your life! - Be silent, Your Serene Highness.

You have to be silent in the dark, His Serene Highness.

Otherwise the enemy, hearing your voice, might sneak up on you from behind

and cover your mouth with your own cuff, as I pinched it.

Farewell! His Serene Highness!

Let's go see His Serene Highness's bride.

Let's go to.

Take off your armor.

Your Serene Highness, you have lost your right cuff.

This must be said to my valet.

To Master Ferren's house!

His Serene Highness Way, to the Duke de Malicorne!

His Serene Highness Way, to the Duke de Malicorne!

His Serene Highness Way, to the Duke de Malicorne!

You won't understand - it's either a wedding or a funeral.

Veronica would rather die than marry you,

damn spider.

What did you say, blacksmith?

I said that the fence for His Serene Highness castle was already ready.

You see?

The fence for His Serene Highness's castle is ready!

- My arm is aching. - Nothing that aches,

let's execute the sweeper and go on vacation.

Look, hunchback! Hunchback!

Do you hear? He hears. Look how it's spinning.

Your last minute has come!

Oh Your Serene Highness!

Your Serene Highness, she breaks dishes and flower pots.

Don't pay attention!

But she smashes them on my head.

- Allow me to use force. - Don't you dare lay a finger on it!

Faster!

Away!

Torch!

Where is he!?

Where is he!?

Nobody here.

Where is he?

All here to me! Fast!

Bouquet!

I'll go myself!

His Serene Highness the Duke de Malicorne!

- One more step and I will kill myself! - Stop it, Veronica!

Veronica!

Bow before your lord's bride!

lower! Even lower!

Let's go.

I didn't have time to warn the bell ringers to ring the bell.

Seize this man!! The rightful ruler of the city is me!

Get out of my way!

Capture the sweeper!

Take him!

- Run, Veronica! - Catch him!

Catch him! Catch him!

Catch him!

- He went upstairs! - Faster! Go ahead!

Catch him!

Grab him! Catch him!

Take him alive!

- Where is Veronica? - I'll bring her, Your Serene Highness.

-Where is the sweeper? - I will kill him, Your Serene Highness.

Or I will kill you.

In half an hour everyone will return with victory and Veronica, Your Serene Highness!

Death to the sweeper!

Fierce death to the sweeper!

Password for the castle guard: "Victory and Veronica."

- Did you hear the password? - "Victory and Veronica."

Shoemaker, shoemaker, blacksmith, come out.

The forest is far away, but trouble is close.

The bells didn't ring There is no hope of help.

Death to craftsmanship!

Death to shoemakers and blacksmiths!

The Bell! The Bell! Why don't they ring the bell?

Eh, our people are waiting for the sound of the bell in the forest!

Victory!

Where are our people?

Why aren't the bells ringing?

Messenger to the Duke de Malicorne!

- Password! - "Victory and Veronica"!

Let him pass!

Victory, Your Serene Highness! Complete victory!

- Where is Veronica? - They are taking her here.

- The Sweeper? - He is Killed.

Glory!

Glory!

Glory!

Glory!

You brought glorious news, messenger! Ask for what you want.

I want all the bells to ring in honor of your victory.

Everyone to the square! Ring the bells!

Do you hear?

Drink to my wedding, messenger.

- For your death. - The sweeper is in the castle!

- Your Serene Highness! - What, sweeper?

Defend yourself, Your Serene Highness.

Death to the sweeper!

Your Serene Highness. Come here. Like this.

- Pray, sweeper! - Oh, aren't you tired yet?

Where are you going, Your Serene Highness? Come back, let's talk.

Well, what do you have to say finally, Your Serene Highness?

Die you dog!

Oh, so!

The damned sweeper died!

Died!

Died! The damned sweeper is dead!

What is this, grandma?

And you said that he would spread his wings.

He will be beautiful and happy.

Hasn't he spread his wings, darling?

Our city has been saved from its Hump.

Cry.

Cry, my dears.

There is nothing in the world of hot female tears.

They can even raise the dead.

The sweeper is dead! Died!

Get up! Get up, son!

Don't you see our tears?

The damned sweeper is dead!

Can't you hear how your enemies laugh and rejoice?!

Get up.

Get up!

And where is your hump, Karakol?

Until now he was with me, but now...

So, son, my words have come true.

Apparently, it was not a hump behind your back, but folded wings.

Just like the birds.

Killed the villain, and your wings spread.

Well, hang in there, copperheads!

It's breathing!

So. They're faking it.

How's it going?

Good.

- And Veronica, do you know what she's like? - Which?

That's what she is!

And Karakol?

That's what he is!

And we prepared a gift for them.

- Which? - Here look.

Karakol and Veronica, Sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G. First come love, then comes marriage, Then come Veronica with a baby carriage.

When did it happen, in which way -

It's hard to say about this.

Both numbers and letters on the canvas

They have long been erased by time.

But if the years have been erased by time,

It will never erase

story about the courage of faithful hearts,

story where there is both love and trouble,

struggle

and a happy ending.

English translation completed by "HG&Me", 2024.