hard,
If we're young at heart!
I would love
to have a roast now!
We haven't had meat for ages.
- Look at him, he wants a roast.
- All we have is just tea.
We only drink water.
We got nothing to eat, Voivode.
We're dancing because
we've run out of provisions.
One road is blocked
by the bandit Kartaus.
On the other,
a forest monster has been seen.
That's why the men are afraid
to bring food to the city.
- A monster?
- A forest monster!
Can it be that there's no hero
in this whole neighborhood
who could catch
that forest monster?
Have mercy, Voivode.
People say whoever sees him
drops dead at once.
And how is my host going
to repel the robbers
on an empty belly?
Men!
Brave boys!
Who is not afraid of the monster
and dare to go to the city?
- I am!
- I am!
Hurray!
- I will!
- We will!
To the bathhouse!
I will!
Good for you, Yashka!
A real hero!
The forest monster is roaring.
What monster?
It's a cow!
Tomorrow is the feast of lvan Kupala,
After haymaking, men will go to town.
You go there, too,
and find the strong hero Finist.
Tell him to hurry
to the outpost.
Saddle my gelding!
The gelding got lame,
Voivode.
I'll be darned!
Then go on foot, Yashka.
You can also bring
the carts with provisions.
Right face!
Forward march!
I can read, I can write alright,
But the clerical work suits me not:
All the boys go to battle and fight,
I'm left with the pen and inkpot.
Yet I scribble and not complain,
Yet I scribble and not complain,
Though sometimes it makes me grieve.
But all monsters I'm soon to slay
And show to the whole world just plain
What I, scribe Yashka, can achieve.
Why are they so festive?
It's their feast, John Baptist's Day,
the time of haymaking.
My lord!
When the men go to mow,
we must block the roads.
And... take...
the white-stoned city.
On lvan Kupala Day
All Russian people make merry and gay.
No sad emotion.
No sad emotion.
No sad emotion.
All around are games and play,
As though Russia were served a tray
Of a magic potion,
Of a magic potion,
Of a magic potion.
We wait a whole year for this
fantastic chance,
Our heads are swimming in a round
dance.
Swirling in a dance a whole wide
world.
Our dreams will come true, or maybe
not.
Fair maidens
Of a swan's radiance,
We make our dance,
We wait for our chance.
We wait for our chance.
We believe in good luck,
We hope to be happy-struck.
We make our dance rounder,
We love and we wonder.
We love and we wonder.
Monster! Monster!
It seems the forest monster
is roaring at last.
Go on, forest monster, come out!
-Who are you hiding from, girl?
- From you, my dear.
I'm going to town on an important
business.
What important business?
Come on, tell me.
My mother made a cape
from the thinnest linen,
I embroidered it in a colorful pattern.
I'm going to give it to Hero Finist
as a present.
Hey, girl, we're going
the same way!
The bandit Kartaus the Red Whisker
may attack us
any day now.
So I'm going to ask Hero Finist
to come to our outpost.
We'll sell corn and bacon at the fair
and I'll buy myself a necklace.
- And what for me?
- Bast shoes.
I was born lone and poor,
Knew no warmth or care.
From my early years I endure
Hardship stark and bare.
I am an orphan, and so and thus
I'm just like a lone blade of grass.
I'm an orphan and so on,
Ding-dong, ding-dong.
Oh, who is that?
That's the forest monster!
You forest monster yourself!
It's a bear.
- I said, it's a monster!
- I'm scared!
- A bear!
- I'm scared!
- Oh, it's a monster!
- It's a bear!
- No, it's a monster!
- And I say it's a bear!
Oh, you've spilled everything!
You oaf!
Wait! Wait!
It flopped down. I knew it.
The wheel went off. It's bad luck.
We'll be late for the fair.
We'll never sell our flour.
At least we've escaped from
the monster.
Agafon!
Move it!
Now I'm going to feed you some oats.
Move over, wife,
let me get the sack.
No way!
I won't budge.
Move over.
My horse