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Субтитри за (—) (1991)

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Септември 02 2021 22:25:50
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This translation originally made by LockedPig and uploaded to his Youtube channel in the form of annotations on January 29, 2009, in two parts. The original videos have since been deleted. This version is an SRT created by Eus with slight changes in timing and credits translation, but no change in the words.

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1 00:00:00,000 --> 00:00:01,660 Studio Ekran 1992 2 00:01:08,660 --> 00:01:14,220 Promulgate to us dear father What is this thing called Frother. 3 00:01:23,740 --> 00:01:30,810 Do not confuse, my sons The day of the end and the knight of spring. 4 00:01:30,930 --> 00:01:38,820 Blue, terrible and grizzled is Frother. I am your angel. I am your father. 5 00:01:50,720 --> 00:01:57,060 I know its cruelty, My death is close at hand. 6 00:01:57,180 --> 00:02:03,600 Bald spots gape on my head, Empty patches. I am bored. 7 00:02:03,720 --> 00:02:10,230 And should my life drag on, Neither a falcon nor a tuft of hair 8 00:02:10,350 --> 00:02:17,590 Will remain anywhere. This means death is at hand. This means hello boredom. 9 00:02:20,720 --> 00:02:23,490 But that wasn’t our question, 10 00:02:25,260 --> 00:02:28,540 Our thoughts gestate like mansions. 11 00:02:29,840 --> 00:02:34,980 Won’t you tell us dear father What is this thing called Frother. 12 00:02:39,550 --> 00:02:42,750 And the father exclaimed, “The prologue! 13 00:02:43,360 --> 00:02:46,100 In the prologue what matters is God. 14 00:02:52,990 --> 00:02:55,540 Go to sleep, sons. 15 00:02:55,660 --> 00:02:59,550 There are dreams: watch some.” 16 00:03:08,080 --> 00:03:16,890 "FROTHER" Based on Alexander Vvedensky's poem "Frother" 17 00:03:24,980 --> 00:03:28,000 Scenario Marina Vishnevetskaya 18 00:03:28,960 --> 00:03:32,460 Directed by Alexander Fedulov 19 00:03:33,820 --> 00:03:38,200 art director V. Burkin cameraman I. Shkamarda 20 00:03:39,140 --> 00:03:43,040 music V. Yekimovsky sound Sergei Kel 21 00:03:44,160 --> 00:03:47,120 Voice artist Yevgeny Steblov 22 00:04:08,360 --> 00:04:12,590 Let the gray-haired people Sing and dance. 23 00:04:12,710 --> 00:04:16,450 Let them wave their arms Like a man. 24 00:04:16,570 --> 00:04:20,890 On a placid, beautiful day You diminish in breath. 25 00:04:21,010 --> 00:04:26,580 How soon I will apprehend The perfection of death. 26 00:04:26,700 --> 00:04:31,920 The horses rush like waves, Hooves clop. 27 00:04:32,040 --> 00:04:36,770 The steeds are dashing and ablaze, Vanished they gallop. 28 00:04:36,890 --> 00:04:42,750 But how to clasp their abatement, And are all of us mortal? 29 00:04:42,870 --> 00:04:48,800 What can you tell me, O moment Will I understand you? 30 00:04:48,920 --> 00:04:54,410 The bed stands before me, I’ll softly lie, 31 00:04:54,530 --> 00:05:00,060 And under the wall I’ll feign to be A flag and gladioli. 32 00:05:00,860 --> 00:05:04,940 Sons, sons. My hour approaches. 33 00:05:05,060 --> 00:05:09,170 I’m dying. I’m dying. 34 00:05:09,290 --> 00:05:15,730 Don’t ride in coaches. The end, it comes. 35 00:05:26,040 --> 00:05:31,060 Please do tell us dear father What is this thing called Frother. 36 00:05:42,290 --> 00:05:47,170 Maybe Frother is a tether, A teether or a head in feathers. 37 00:05:58,600 --> 00:06:03,410 I can’t understand O father Where is Frother? What is Frother? 38 00:06:10,410 --> 00:06:15,000 O I wallow in pillows! 39 00:06:16,020 --> 00:06:21,630 Father, I pallow in willows. You must not die Before you ply reply. 40 00:06:21,750 --> 00:06:26,870 O Frother, Frother, Frother. O father, father, father. 41 00:06:26,990 --> 00:06:31,610 Dolls and dunce caps have burned out, I’m a boat a boat a bout. 42 00:06:47,550 --> 00:06:56,360 Frother is the cold froth forming on the dead man’s brow. It is the dew of death, that’s what Frother is. 43 00:07:13,630 --> 00:07:19,970 I saw, as you’d have it, a rose, This tedious petal of earth. 44 00:07:20,090 --> 00:07:25,630 The flower apparently was Thinking its last thoughts 45 00:07:25,640 --> 00:07:31,500 It caressed the neighboring mountains With the terminal breath of its soul. 46 00:07:31,510 --> 00:07:38,170 Princesses floated and stars Above in the heavenly pall. 47 00:07:38,290 --> 00:07:43,120 As my sons went away And my horse like a wave 48 00:07:43,240 --> 00:07:49,100 Stood and clacked its hoof, The moon yellowed nearby. 49 00:07:49,220 --> 00:07:55,360 O flower convinced of delight The godly hour is at hand. 50 00:07:55,480 --> 00:08:03,090 The world comes to like the dawn And I have gone out like a light. 51 00:08:04,940 --> 00:08:07,880 And he hasn’t even answered our question. 52 00:08:28,660 --> 00:08:33,580 Pillow pillow Tell us rather What is this thing called Frother. 53 00:08:35,030 --> 00:08:39,040 I know. I know! 54 00:08:50,840 --> 00:08:54,410 Then answer, Wherefore speak you not. 55 00:08:54,530 --> 00:08:59,860 In vain are you a widow, O comfortable pillow. Reply. 56 00:09:02,360 --> 00:09:03,360 So answer. 57 00:09:08,820 --> 00:09:11,080 Some fire here! Fire! 58 00:09:11,200 --> 00:09:15,380 I am going to hang somebody, I can just feel it. 59 00:09:15,500 --> 00:09:21,210 A little patience, Then maybe I’ll answer all your questions. 60 00:09:21,330 --> 00:09:28,160 I’d like to hear you sing. Then maybe I’ll grow loquacious. 61 00:09:41,330 --> 00:09:46,360 I’m so exhausted. Maybe art will give me a second wind. 62 00:09:46,480 --> 00:09:54,450 Farewell, pedestal. I wish to hear your voices set to music. 63 00:09:54,570 --> 00:10:01,230 Big brat brother Brutus, A marvelous Roman. Everyone lies. Everyone dies. 64 00:10:01,350 --> 00:10:07,420 Sang sank skittered stole A lonely tightrope walker That acrobat. What gall. 65 00:10:07,540 --> 00:10:12,190 The stallion In the netherworld Is waiting for the clarion. 66 00:10:41,880 --> 00:10:49,160 You’re waiting to hear what the father will blather. Will he or won’t he explain what is Frother. 67 00:10:49,200 --> 00:10:56,520 O Lord I am a disconsolate widower, A sinless singer. 68 00:11:15,280 --> 00:11:20,160 Papa, the end is near. I see a crown form above your ear. 69 00:11:20,280 --> 00:11:23,440 Your breathing is tall and austere, 70 00:11:23,560 --> 00:11:25,700 You’re already a popsicle. 71 00:11:48,470 --> 00:11:52,690 If only I were a priest Or a deceased released, 72 00:11:52,810 --> 00:11:57,500 I would have visited your court, Almighty Lord. 73 00:12:11,880 --> 00:12:18,340 Where is the key to my mind? Where is that ray of light, The sudden generosity of winter? 74 00:12:19,680 --> 00:12:24,870 You see no eyebrows father, How barren are the bloodlines of Frother. 75 00:12:56,760 --> 00:13:04,480 Look: a gun barrel! It’s so big and unsterile! 76 00:13:04,600 --> 00:13:06,590 Where? How? Teach us— 77 00:13:07,910 --> 00:13:09,870 Everywhere. Like finches. 78 00:13:14,570 --> 00:13:19,080 The last fear, After mass Was past, Crumbled to dust. 79 00:14:05,350 --> 00:14:11,040 The gates of heaven then flew open. And a nanny came out of the barn. 80 00:14:11,050 --> 00:14:16,250 The nanny had two legs, one after another. She hung in the room mercilessly smothered. 81 00:14:16,260 --> 00:14:24,080 And this again reminded everyone of their eternal question, namely: What is this thing called Frother? 82 00:14:41,260 --> 00:14:44,390 Over your cradle... 83 00:14:45,630 --> 00:14:48,030 drool runs down your lips 84 00:14:48,830 --> 00:14:54,450 And the moon lives. Over the grave, over the pine 85 00:14:54,570 --> 00:14:59,110 Sleep and repine. Better not rise. 86 00:14:59,230 --> 00:15:02,190 Better pulverize. 87 00:15:02,310 --> 00:15:06,200 Hey there blacksmith jacksmith, 88 00:15:06,320 --> 00:15:13,490 We’ll sleep in your forge. We’re all prisoners. 89 00:16:20,900 --> 00:16:26,810 Frother is the cold froth forming on the dead man’s brow. 90 00:16:26,930 --> 00:16:28,700 It is the dew of death, 91 00:16:28,820 --> 00:16:31,840 that’s what Frother is. 92 00:16:31,960 --> 00:16:34,190 Dear God 93 00:16:34,310 --> 00:16:36,300 Dear God 94 00:16:36,420 --> 00:16:38,490 Dear God 95 00:16:39,170 --> 00:16:42,770 the sons could have said if only they could. 96 00:16:43,980 --> 00:16:45,810 But we knew that already. 97 00:16:50,620 --> 00:16:55,640 Animators O Safronov, N Fedogova, A Krylov, M Krasyuk, V Pegelin I Pegelina, B Pudkaryov, G Kazmiruk 98 00:16:55,640 --> 00:16:58,580 N Kharina, E Blinova, V Slorykhin Assistants: G Kamskaya, O. Sidorkova, O Frankfurt 99 00:16:58,580 --> 00:17:02,800 Background- artists: N Ivancheva, N Voronova, E Stanikova, A Brezhnyev, V Arustanova N Dimitriyueva, G Sedova, E Tsybin 100 00:17:02,800 --> 00:17:06,180 M Korogkova, E Galkina, G Areshkova V Samogeykin, Montage: L Afanasyeva 101 00:17:06,180 --> 00:17:09,080 Text-editor A Feodoridi Music Editor I Aristova 102 00:17:09,100 --> 00:17:11,380 Producer L Varentsova 103 00:17:18,660 --> 00:17:23,780 The End Subs by Locked Pig, retimings & added Credits by Eus 104 00:17:23,780 --> 00:17:25,780 studio for animation telefilms "Ekran" 1992