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