"Stayer" Film Studio
with the support of the Ministry of Culture of the Russian Federation
present
a Garri Bardin film
The Ugly Duckling
based on the story by H. C. Andersen
music by P. I. Tchaikovsky
performed by the National Philharmonic Orchestra of Russia under the baton of Vladimir Spivakov
arranged by Sergey Anashkin
Art direction by Kirill Chelushkin Lyrics by Yuliy Kim
The film was voiced by: The chorus of Mikhail Turetskiy
Svetlana Stenchenko, Armen Dzhigarkhanyan Konstantin Raykin, Vladimir Spivakov
Yulia Rutberg, Vladimir Kagan, Grigory Anashkin, and others
What a nightmare! How scary to be alive!...
Curses!
Oh, I'm so tired of this! When will it all end?!
Curse it all...
Cock-a...
Cock-a-doodle... doo...?
Cock-a-doodle-doo!
Come on, come on.
There'll be a real man in the house.
Excuse me! ...What's this?
Glory! Glory! Glory! Avian dominion!
Feathered tsardom of renown!
Hurrah-hurrah-hurrah- hurrah-hurrah-hu...
May our native country flower,
May our gallant song empower us to not stray far!
Those who live beyond us
have no land to match ours
it's for them a distant star!
What a wondrous life awaits us here inside our fences.
Not a blink short of food and drink!
Here we all sing with united voices!
Ducklings, ducklings - where else will you find such ducklings?
Chickens, chickens - a pleasure for the eyes.
Goslings, goslings, large and small, our dearest offsprings,
Nowhere further will you find their likes!
Bravo! Bravo! Bravo! Glory, fame and honour!
And our youngest little lads,
have the finest down and feathers
and the staunchest minds and spirits just like their own dads!
Glory! Glory! Glory! Forward! Left! Right!
Do not think of straying far!
All the feed you've ever wanted! And a guard undaunted!
Paradise!
There's no need to fly.
Here, my brothers, wings need not be flaunted!
Children, children, Eat, drink and don't get skinny,
Midges, breadcrumbs - they're your daily prize.
Do be peckish - become fluffier and fatter,
so's to look better for our owner's eyes.
Those who live beyond us have no land to match ours
it's for them a distant star!
What a wondrous life awaits us here inside our fences.
Not a blink short of food and drink!
Here we all sing with united voices!
The free land!
Right...
Mommy!
Me?
Daddy.
Me?
Mommy.
Scram, freak.
What a pain in the neck.
Who do you think I'm talking to?!
Scram!
What?
Get on away from here.
Mommy.
What happened?
What an outrage.
How atrocious!
Oh, how dark is the night.
Hello...? Hello...?
How sad to be alone.
Oh, goodness me,
This is my dear home,
but I'm alone.
Oh, why? I do not know.
I hoped I'd have friendship close at hand,
with my native kin,
on my native land
Oh, goodness...
I hoped that... I hoped I'd have friends,
and we'd walk the fields,
climb close to the sun,
and sing songs as one!
But, here I walk expelled
alone... apart...
in darkness without end.
Oh, goodness me...
Anyone at all?
Hello?... Hello?...
Not needed by a soul...
I see that I... don't walk properly,
don't blend when I sing,
But I'm still your kin!
Oh, goodness...
Somebody, please walk up to me,
and extend your wing,
on this dark night bring light by which to see!
But, everything is dark as dark can be,
no light or warmth around.
Oh, goodness me,
They're all sound asleep.
For me, no roof nor shelter to be found.
Cock-a...
Glory! Glory! Glory! Avian dominion!
Feathered tsardom of renown!
Hurrah-hurrah-hurrah- hurrah-hurrah-hu...
May our native country flower,
May our gallant song empower us to not stray far!
Those who live beyond us have no land to match ours
it's for them a distant star!
What a wondrous life awaits us here inside our fences.
Not a blink short of food and drink!
Here we all sing with united voices!
Ducklings, ducklings - where else will you find such ducklings?
Chickens, chickens - a pleasure for the eyes.
Goslings, goslings, large and small, our dearest offsprings,
Nowhere further will you find their likes!
Bravo! Bravo! Bravo! Glory, fame and honour!
And our youngest little lads,
have the finest down and feathers
and the staunchest minds and spirits just like their own dads.
Glory! Glory! Glory! Forward! Left! Right!
Do not think of straying far!
All the feed you've ever wanted! And a guard undaunted!
Paradise!
There's no need to fly.
Here, my brothers, wings need not be flaunted!
The free land!
Oh, I hate it, it's always like this!
And so, it's clear to us at last.
Just who is this "us"? And what's clear "at last"?
Now we know exactly who this ugly young bird belongs to.
Oh, what's this tripe? Oh, what's this rot?
It isn't no tripe, and isn't no rot!
Yet by the by, no one will deny, that you are the mom of this sot!
Oh, how absurd!
It's not absurd!
Is your thinking blurred?
My thinking's not blurred!
If I had such a son as him, he wouldn't be able to swim!
Well, that is neither here nor there!
What else can there be?
He was in your care!
And so he must be yours, madame.
But maybe you slipped him under my thumb.
There's one thing I see: that this is a duckling, a duckling, a duckling and nothing to me!
But I'm telling you, that this is a chickling, a chickling, a chickling!
I think this is clear to all in our home: you, madame, are a bad mom!
Don't you dare, don't you dare, don't you dare, don't you dare,
don't you dare make things up!
What?! I don't make things up!
Oh yes you do!
Be quiet, you!
I won't shut up!
Idiot, stop with the yelling, you'll never escape from my telling
that this ugly creature is yours!
No, no, he's yours!
No, yours!
Yours! Yours! Yours!
Yours!
Attention! Attention!
We're starting our concert!
Chickens!
The junior group.
Dancing!
Our concert continues.
Ducklings.
The junior group.
Dancing!
There - once more I'm alone.
Again alone. Again I did things wrong.
Oh, goodness me,
In what lies my blame? Where lies my shame?
Can't I find out its name?...
One of these days, I'll amaze them all,
and their spite will die, they won't laugh at all.
Oh, goodness,
That is when they will understand
how I love them all
I'd do anything for my loyal friends.
Where have my hopes all fled?
Like smoke, like dreams, they've faded from my head.
Oh, goodness me,
if even one soul on all the Earth
could find joy in my birth...
Daddy!
How?... How to get back home?
My father's closed all doors to the last one.
Oh, goodness me,
just where can I find a nest? A den?
Let morning quickly come.
The dawn will come - and they'll comprehend
that I'm of their kin,
that I'm a true friend.
Oh, goodness,
On the hour, the new day will start
and the doors will part,
and my family... they will welcome me!
Oh, how tired I've become,
only two days, but living is so hard.
Oh, goodness me,
if only the new day would hurry up and start
and things will be okay.
Co...
Glory! Glory! Glory! Avian dominion!
Feathered tsardom of renown!
Hurrah-hurrah-hurrah- hurrah-hurrah-hu...
May our native country flower,
May our gallant song empower us to not stray far!
Those who live beyond us Have no land to match ours
it's for them a distant star!
What a wondrous life awaits us here inside our fences.
Not a blink short of food and drink!
Here we all sing with united voices!
Ducklings, ducklings - where else will you find such ducklings?
Chickens, chickens - a pleasure for the eyes.
Goslings, goslings, large and small, our dearest offsprings,
Nowhere further will you find their likes!
Those who live beyond us Have no land to match ours
it's for them a distant star!
What a wondrous life awaits us here inside our fences.
Not a blink short of food and drink!
Here we all sing with united voices!
The free land!
Greetings, eagles!
Hail, hail, your birdness!
I congratulate you... on this holiday...
celebrating the Independence... of Poultry Yard!
Hurrah!
Parade... attention!
Let our march be...
Let our march be great!
First group, forward!
The rest of you, rightward!
Quick... march!
Hurrah.
Awful! What's this! Get away from here! Don't even stand... go scram! Or I'll...
Scram!
Go!
Stop following me!
Hanger-on...
Good-for-nothing.
Wonderful! Wonderful!
Dad! Oh, dad!
Please...
Dad... you promised...
So I promised.
You said we'd fly TODAY.
Don't hurry.
You're wild?
We're free.
Son of mine, do not hurry so.
I'm not hurrying.
Keep your eyes on me.
This again!
Learn from what I do.
Enough already.
Son of mine, the road ahead is long.
I know, I know.
There is time yet.
I wish we'd go quicker...
Learn some more, for now.
Okay, okay.
The prime joy is, boy of mine,
I can do it all. I'm already grown!
...the joy of flight above this Earth.
I already know! I already know!
"So remember, and absorb." "I can do it all. I'm already grown!"
Poor is our brother, the farm goose.
Me?
If you think on it,
sadness tears at you. - Uh-huh...
Of life's breadth he knows no part
in his poultry yard,
fence and guard.
Keep your eyes on me.
Learn from what I do.
There is time yet.
Learn some more, for now.
Ugly! This duckling's ugly!
Horribly ugly, vile and a disgrace!
And he's no duckling! And he's no chicken!
Not even HE can say where is his place.
Quite unlike us, your local residents,
great looking specimens, well-known around these lands,
While you're the worst endeavour that we've seen ever,
and you will never be a local face!
Your ma must not have spanked you. Who even needs the friendship of a brat?
No-one will ever love you unless you get much shorter and more fat!
The spitting image of us local boys, who have such grace and poise,
How many times must we explain that
among normal goose and duck siblings
you'll never see repulsive freaks like that.
You're ugly! Ugly!
You're not a duckling!
You're not a gosling, nor a chicken's own.
You are a mongrel! Dreadfully scrawny. Too tall and bony. Go live alone!
We now bid adieu to our protagonist.
But we do not bid adieu to the hope that inside every ugly duckling lives a beautiful swan.
Or else, why live?
Screenplay, director, producer Garri Bardin
Art directors K. Chelushkin, A. Melik-Sarkisyan
Artists: I.Sobinova-Kassil, V.Maslov, M.Lagunova, O.Usacheva
Cinematographer I.Remizov
Animators: I.Sobinova-Kassil, O.Veselova, G.Molodova, V.Khomutov, M.Parfenova, V.Lazarenko-Manevich
Executive producer I.Donatova
Editor: I.Sobinova-Kassil Sound directors: G.Papin, A.Khasik, B.Shuster Rerecording director: V.Kuznetsov
Sound editing: N.Volkova Music arranging: S.Anashkin
National Philharmonic Orchestra under the baton of V.Spivakov
M.Turetskiy's Chorus Lyrics by Yuliy Kim
Voices: S.Stepchenko, V.Spivakov, K.Raykin A.Dzhigarkhanyan, Yu.Rutberg, V.Kachan, L.Matyushina, G.Anashkin
Puppets by: N.Gensitskaya, N.Klen, V.Grishin, M.Koltunov, Ye.Remizova, Ye.Lazutkina, M.Lagunova, V.Khomutov
Title art by S.Plotnikov Ass. artist: V.Koryabkin Ass. camera: I.Trafimtsev
Engineer: A.Fadeyev Accountant: Ye.Alekseyeva Noises: A.Meychik
Also with the participation of O.Mishukov, I.Makhova, S.Brodskaya, L.Khutorskaya, M.Shiryayeva, S.Degtyareva, I.Bergman, R.Garayeva, Ye.Rusinova
Film development: Salamandra Creative Lab
Digitizing: Cinelab Digital Cinelab Digital exec. producer: T.Pendyurin
Cinelab Kopor exec. producer: A.Cherkasova Colorist: G.Karaletyan, Digital assembly: G.Snopkov
Computer graphics: M.Makarov, A.Litke, A.Sitsin, I.Yakushina, I.Filippenko, A.Kosogov
Color setting: Yu.Vorokhin
Sound: Central Production International Group, Pifagor Studio
The sound of the film was technically based on the Mosfilm Film Concern.
The End "Stayer" Firm, y. 2010
Translation by Niffiwan