Soyuzmultfilm studio presents
The Argonauts
directed by Aleksandra Snezhko-Blotskaya written by Aleksey Simukov
art director Aleksandr Trusov music Vitaliy Geviksman
camera Boris Kotov sound Boris Filchikov
animators Viktor Shevkov, Yelizaveta Komova, Nikolay Fyodorov, Yuriy Butyrin, L. Kayukov, S. Sichkar, Vladimir Zarubin
voice artists A. Vlasova, L. Zolotuhin, Tatyana Lennikova, Aleksey Konsovskiy, T. Dmitriyeva, Vladimir Soshalskiy
script editor Arkadiy Snesarev montage M. Trusova production director Lubov' Butyrina
- I'll be the helmsman!
- No, me! You were helmsman last time.
It's your turn to pull the sails. - Where will we sail to?
- To the end of the world! Give us, O Zeus, tailwind!
- What are you doing here?
- We... - We are herding goats.
- Do you know what ship this is? - No.
All the heroes of the Hellas came to Iolkos to build this ship.
"Argo" we called it, after its master-shipbuilder Argo.
The pride of Athens was also here, the mighty Perseus.
Castor, the Gods' equal, and his brother Pollux
And Boreas' winged children: Zetes and Kalais
The mellifluous Orpheus
And even the mightiest among equals: Heracles.
He decorated the bow with a statue of the Virgin of Pallas, made of oak from the wood of Zeus.
Me, Jason, he charged to be the captain of the Argo.
It sure was a spectacle for the people of Iolkos!
The oars (of which there were 10) hit the water as one,
And the Argo rushed forward and us with her, us Argonauts.
Our goal was to sail to the kingdom of Colchis.
Long since famous for its Golden Fleece.
The one who would be the ruler of this treasure
would gain happiness and acquire power.
But, to be honest,
most of all we wanted lively, fresh air,
and waves that would carry our ship to the edge of the unknown.
We craved great deeds. We were young and hot-blooded.
The rocks moved as though alive.
They are called the Symplegades. With death they threatened us, but the Gods gave us advice.
Forwards Argonauts!
Oh Stymphalides, whose feathers are like a thousand razors!
We will forever remember the clanging copper of your wings!
Stop heroes of Hellas, oarsmen of the speedy Argo...
Do you not see that this is the island of death-bringing Sirens?
Fear the sly sisters!
With inescapable charms of their songs they ruin ships and seamen who get close.
Get out to sea, gallant Jason!
He has come. The prediction has come true.
I have said all I came to say, King Aietes,
You're not the rightful owner of the Golden Fleece.
Give it to us. It would only be fair.
Fairness is a matter for the Gods!
The Gods know best whom to bless with fortune.
The Golden Fleece is yours, Jason,
If you can bring my bulls under a yoke, plow the field of Ares and then sow it...
I'm warrior, not a plowman!
- I agree. - I wish you success, strangers.
Await me tonight at the temple of the goddess Gecata.
The daughter of King Aietes, the black-eyed virgin Medea...
...was a sorceress. She knew the secrets of water and fire.
To seize the bulls of King Aietes is very difficult.
But one who has inhaled the breath of Gecata
becomes invincible to them.
I am choking, princess!
Be quiet and remember: When sprouts appear in the field,
throw a stone into its very middle!
But the stone will ruin the harvest.
Do as I have told you!
The field is ploughed, King. It's now time to sow it.
- What kind of grain is this? - Those are dragon teeth, Jason.
When the sprouts appear, throw the stone.
King, I've sowed the field. The Golden Fleece is mine.
Let's first await the harvest.
Look, they're sprouting. The harvest is growing.
Jason!
I have done everything that you ordered, King. Time to settle accounts.
The Fleece is yours. Go and take it. HA, HA.
The Golden Fleece is yours.
Jason, take me with you, too. I can't return to father anymore.
King Aietes pursued us. He had lost two treasures...
His daughter and the Golden Fleece.
He was determined to return both to Colchis.
Oh, master of the seas, Poseidon! I beg you!
Rise heroes of the Hellas. There is no time for grief.
A long time has the ship served you. Now it is time for you to serve the ship.
In your hands, it will be the key to your salvation.
Once home, the Golden Fleece was hung up in the temple of Athena
The ship "Argo" we gave as a gift to Poseidon.
- And what happened then?
For me, Jason, there was no more "then".
We also want to become sailors and discover new lands.
Obtain treasures... We need only to repair the holes.
Here and here.
...and lay a new bottom.
Praise Zeus!
Once again the old "Argo" will plough the waves!
Sanctify our new journey, oh Divine maiden Pallas.
Ah! He's dead!
Is it true, what he told us?
Sanctify our new journey, oh Divine maiden Pallas.
Aren't you afraid? - No.
The End Subs by Eus, Niffiwan & Chapaev