R. Kipling MOWGLI
BACK TO MEN
Screenplay by L. Belokurov Directed by R. Davydov
Art Direction: A. Vinokurov, P. Repkin Camera Operator: E. Petrova
Composer: S. Gubaidulina Sound Operator: G. Martynyuk
Animators: V. Zarubin, O. Komarov, F. Eldinov,
V. Likhachov, O. Safronov, V. Bobrov, S. Dyozhkin, P. Korobaev
Voice Actors: Mowgli: L. Shabarin Shere Khan: A. Papanov
Bagheera: L. Kasatkina Tabaqui: S. Martinson Kaa: A. Nazarov
Bagheera, why do I want to howl
as if I had missed my quarry on the hunt?
And right away you are ready to laugh and jump like the Bandar-log?
Yes.
Here, listen.
What is it?
It is a heart.
A human heart.
Only a human heart can feel so much sorrow and joy.
Just sitting around while melons are utterly dried up?
What is that to me?
"What is that to me?"
Just try to dive into the pool below the Bee-Rocks.
Nay. The foolish water is going all away,
and I do not wish to break my head.
Your loss.
A small crack might let in some wisdom.
Mmm. Prickly Sahi has brought bad news.
This tree never lies.
To the Jungle
is coming the Great
Drought.
The sun has killed the Jungle
for three days' flight.
The Water Truce! The Water Truce!
Hathi has proclaimed the Water Truce!
Visit the drinking-places with no fear
in the time of the Great Drough.
Do not be afraid!
It is death to kill during the Water Truce.
If only that truce was not...
Peace there. Peace.
All the Jungle obeys the Law.
However, I wish I could get good from chewing branches.
We also wish you could,
very greatly!
Well spoken.
When the Truce ends that shall be remembered in your favour.
This is blood.
- This is blood! - This is blood!
You Lame Butcher,
did you not hear Hathi trumpeting?
You have broken the Law of the Jungle!
- He has broken the Law. - He has broken the Law.
Peace there.
Remember the Truce.
I am too full today.
We are too full today.
Speak, Grey Brother.
He was hiding for a month.
He stole a buffalo from men.
To throw us from the trail.
Speak briefly.
He is in the Cold Ravine.
Everything is ready.
Yes. It is time.
Drive the buffaloes towards the lower exit from the ravine,
and we are going from the top.
We be of one blood,
you and I.
Buffaloes.
Going right into owr jaws, ha-ha!
Fool!
No one can stand against a whole heard!
Who is there?
Well, Little Frog,
it is time to remember the Red Flower.
I always told:
"Having cast the skin,
we may not creep into it afresh."
Ha. I also told him:
that little frog will repay his debt.
My Teacher!
I do not recognize the Jungle.
The year turns.
It is ever thus
at the spring.
Look
how beautiful the world
is.
At a time like this
I feel sad
that I was not born
a butterfly
or a flower.
O great Kaa,
I though I am the only one to feel that.
Listen to how the heart is beating.
That is...
...the spring.
I do not know what it is,
but I can not stand it anymore. Can not!
That means
he became a grown man.
He was the best of my pupils.
What a foolish joke.
I do not understand what is happening to me.
Nothing wrong. That is only tears.
Yes... It is hard
to cast the skin.
I do not want to go,
but something is like pulling me.
Though I cannot now see the trees before me,
I see farther.
And I am telling you:
you are right.
The time has come.
Take your own trail.
Make your lair with your own blood,
your own pack.
I taught you
the Law.
We be of one blood.
We be of one blood,
you and I.
Free Pack,
I kept my word.
It looks like the time has come
and I am going to men.
You need a new leader.
- We need a new leader.
Yes, you need a new leader.
I am leaving. And if —
And if you Mowgli, ever need —
— a sharp eye,
— a sharp tooth,
— a sharp claw,
— a sharp word,
— a wise word,
— remember that the Jungle is yours, Mowgli.
This is the fifth and the last of the Mowgli stories.