I will not let it happen!
He who doesn't work, doesn't eat!
You know, your father doesn't
succumb to magic easily.
Now, roll him up into a tube,
and take it to his apartment.
What a tale!
I understand, my dears.
I understand everything.
But don't you pity me!
They rolled the old man up, and he
still managed to unroll himself.
I'm afraid for the boy, my dears.
He will be smothered by his stupid parents.
I need to visit the academic,
Peter Alevstvevich,
the magician,
and consult with him.
Laboratory of Thinking Machines
Construction/Children's/Lyrical
We're having a fine walk with my fine girl,
The world is fine - a big open place.
And I'm having, with my fine girl,
a big, fine, conversation.
And so I walk, and so walk you,
And I am fine, and so are you.
Check-mate.
Outstanding!
Construction
An excavator is swimming through the earth...
Semyon Prohorich!
What's the occassion, my friend?
Hello, Peter Alevstvevich.
You know, without you
I feel like I lack hands.
Again my robot is broken.
Well now, let's see.
Here. A screw fell out of his head.
Ready?
An excavator's swimming through the earth,
digging a foundation through the site,
an innovator sits inside it:
Bobrov Vasilyevich Ivan.
Tell me, why did you invent this machine?
What do you mean, "why"?
It creates poems!
Sure, it does.  But they're very crude.
That's the whole point!
My machine was created to solve a pressing problem.
To save thousands of illiterates from
creating mindless, utterly useless work...
You're a smart man, Peter.
That is why I came to you, for consultation.
And what is the problem?
My grandchild was given a present by fairies.
Right... and what is the present?
A yarn ball of happiness, Peter.
But that's wonderfull!
But I worry, Peter.
Of what?
The happiness is ready-made!
All is clear. One minute.
What is happiness?
You want to answer?
Happiness is...
Peter.  You have a machine
that's under-performing,
and still you pity it.  But I have a grandchild.
Ask your metallic geniuses,
is it possible to promise ready-made
happiness to a person from early life?
And what will such a person become?
A loafer.
A do-nothing.
Lazy.
What do you want to add, little one?
I want to add:
A bum.
You're correct, little one. Good job!
Well, what do you think, Prohorich?
Do you understand everything now?
Yes. I will not allow the boy
to have ready-made happiness.
Whose rude mind, whose unfeeling soul,
will dare to be arrogant and cruel?
And tear from the arms of a small lad,
magically-granted happiness?
Look at that...
almost real poetry.
And it was you who attuned him so well.
I attuned him... onto my own mind.
I'm completely thrown off
now by your machinery.
Now if I could only look for myself -
what is this happiness over there?
That's a thought.
Hold on...
Did you hold this yarn ball in your hands?
I did.
In that case...
This is quite enough to
synthetically recreate the entire ball.
Tomorrow morning, Semyon Prohorich, you
will be standing by the doors of happiness!
The Land of Happiness
Do you have a yarn ball?
I do.
Go through.
It's sticky here, in this place.
What do you expect? It's Kisiel.
And the river? Is it made of milk?
As it should be.
So where do you keep children here?
School
Here are your happy school-age children.
Summer holidays.
Autumn holidays.
Winter holidays.
Again, spring holidays.
Constant holidays?
That's correct.
But then why do they need a school?
How can there be holidays without a school?
The graduation ball.
And this is...
love.
No, no! Hold hands!
And the newcomer. Newcomer! Come.
For the benefit of the newcomers:
The day's schedule in the tent of happiness
for people of age is as follows.
Nine in the morning is breakfast.
Then, until 1 pm, the morning's
rocking in rocking chairs.
Then dinner.
And more rocking in rocking chairs.
At 20:00, supper,
and the evening's rocking in rocking chairs.
At 22:00, sleep.