Soyuzmultfilm Moscow 1965
NARGIS
After Sharaf Rashidov's fairy tale "A Kashmir Song"
written by Nikolai Klado, Victor Vitkovich
Lyrics Michael Volpin
directed by Vladimir Polkovnikov
art director A. Volkov
music Alexander Varlamov
camera Michael Druyan sound Boris Filchikov
script editor Z. Pavlova
Assistant director E Turanova
cutter Lubov Georgiyeva
animators Renata Mirenkova, Marina Voskaniants, Nikolai Fedorov, Olga Orlova,
Antonina Alyoshina, Igor Podgorsky, Anatoly Petrov, Vladimir Krumin,
Vladimir Morozov, Marina Rogova, D. Anpilov,
N. Avstryiskaya, G. Gracheva, M. Kuprach, M. Yousova,
voice artists Alexei Konsovsky, Elena Ponsova, Roza Makagonova, Erast Garin, Boris Ivanov
executive producer Fedor Ivanov
No formidable despot revenges himself, with cruelty on his enemies
In the neighboring region was going to war,
The merry sun god Surya - the god from the east
His rays wake up the spring in the mountains.
- Hello, first spring flower!
- Hello, Nargis!
- Spring has come, Nargis!
- And we have to give thanks to the spring.
- Why are you so sad, Nargis,
being the first flower of spring?
- Do not be angry, dear sisters,
Do not be angry that I'm not with you!
The nightingale is born with a song,
The brook with cheerful chatter.
The stone is born with quietude,
but Nargis is born with love
love for the lord of the bees Bambur!
My Bambur loves me too,
and will come to me one day!
- I'll ask the Primrose to greet Bambur when he passes!
- Good-bye sister! My advice is do not wait on him too long.
I might slumber in the winter under the snow.
Is it only a dream to me,
That the lord of bees will come
And whisper, whisper: Wake up
"For you, Nargis, I live!"
I reply, without lie:
"For you I might die!"
- He never whispered, whispered "wake up!"
"For you, Nargis, I live!"
Look here, silly beauty!
You're waiting in vain on Bambur!
Always intoxicated by sweet poisons,
Light-headed youth!
"The shining Prince certainly will come"...
Listen, silly beauty!
This repeats itself every year
Out of the snow Nargis comes forth!
Appears and withers away,
Waiting for the lord of bees
suffering, and doubting
And then she dries, fades, and crumbles...
Your green stalk bends
and turns to straw!
While Bambur is only just preparing to go on the road
So Bambur and Nargis never meet
Never, never, never...
Get it, my beauty?
- No! I do not know how to say it,
The heart finds it hard to be friends with reason...
Isn't it possible to live and not have to wait in vain?!
Otherwise, why to live ?!
- Good-bye, my dear ones!
- Where are you going?
- I have to go!
For you, the whole life - is a merry play.
I leave you reluctantly.
- While you remain here!
- I can not stay! I have work to do!!
On the mountains of the northern still lies snow.
Spring is shaking and clearly blown away
On the passes snowstorms are raging...
Come on, let's go! Fly Quickly horses!
In the Valley spring is brought back to its merry and cheerful life.
On the green meadows tulips glow like fire
But hiding in the mountains Horud is offended ,
The lord of winter gales and blizzards.
- A! It's you, old woman! You came flying...
How is it down there?
- Awful! No snow!
The flowers in bloom! The grass turned green!
And Surya sends Horud his greetings.
- Damn Surya!
- Well, is it worth to get angry on the gold coated driver!
- He spreads life everywhere!
- For a while! But then
all turns back into a lifeless chaos again.
All life is moving towards death... And, in general even things wither away
All in all, we are not bad off at all!
By the way, I bring good news...
As it seems that I can please Horud.
- What can be joyful about spring?
What do you say about a sweet scenting flower,
Brilliant, blinding white,
Naive, modest, gentle and pure ?!
Her name is Nargis.
- Nargis ?! Well! Carry on!
- Do not rush me, Lord, wait a little!
You can in, a flash of rage, scare away the girl's dream.
But you look too threatening and harsh.
- What are you thinking of? Come to the point!
- You have to go to her in a different guise!
You need be a good boy. Friendly, but not gloomy.
You need be wel shaped, slender, slim, very good-looking!
You need be a hero. You need be a winged warrior.
You're the master of the bees. Your name is Bambur.
- Of all colors...
- Of all colors, yours I prefer!
Oh, Nargis! I'm Bambur! I am the master of the bees!
Oh, Nargis!
Don't play jokes on me. Don't deride me!
Go away! Your unfunny jokes sadden me!
Go away! If I compare you to him it hurts.
Go away! I can envision Bambur's heart!
Go away!
The heart has no vision or hearing.
Love is blind. And yet you're right.
I'm not Bambur! I'm not the velvet fly!
I simply repeat his words.
Look, Nargis! The troops are assembling.
That is - the wind, it is - the hurricane.
That's the snow that's going to fall.
That's the hail knocking the winning drums!
Next come the troops! Let them storm over all the lands
The waters will fall silent, and disappear under a foliage.
Your funny friend will die.
And only you will stay alive.
Surrounded by an icy desert
And you will forget everything and experience lots of things.
Then I will come to you. And you will join me.
With me you will go, you will go,
You will join me, you will join me, you will join me...
How in their generosity, the Gods are sometimes careless!
Barely awake, barely come to live in the dales
abandoned Surya her for vicious lawlessness
Horud is cruel. So in anxiety
on her blue horses, over the cloudy road
rushed the Moon after Surya's troika.
Catching up with him, urging him to return!
The spring brook came back to life. We are all saved!
The angry Horud did not destroy us firstborns of spring!
- Why the blue skies,
Why the grass should be green,
If she is passed away ?!
My Nargis!
- What's with you! What's with you, Bambur! I'm alive!
Because of the tear that fell from your hand.
This deceitful bird!
As if death is stronger than love.
- Do you live surrounded by a blindfold.
Tear away the hands from your face.
People call death the end.
Is the end an ending?
THE END Subs by vishashpa & Eus Februari 2017