Grandfather.
What brings you here, grandchild?
Teach me how to make keys.
That can be done.
First, you take from the
woodworker's bench a metal rod
and clamp it with a vice.
and one of the pieces which protrude
from the vice, we shall call the "bow"
and saw it off with the saw
I will hide nothing.
I will share all my secrets.
We will solder the blade with a copper solder
and then, from the other side,
the key is bent in the shape of a ring.
Look, here: Before you is a ring!
It was made by myself,
with my very own hands!
Grandfather, can I try it?
Try it, grandson.
First, you take from the
woodworker's bench...
a metal rod and clamp it...
Grandpa, why can't I
do anything right?
Lack of experience.
Here, take the hammer.
Why, you're grabbing him by the throat!
And he's resisting.
You should try it like so.
Take the pliers.
Now roll up your sleeves;
tools don't like it when you
work with loose sleeves.
First, we take...
Like so...
No... like so.
Look, grandpa!
Wonderful, grandson!
And what will you do next?
And then, from the other side,
the key is bent in the shape of...
a ring.
Can't it be soldered on?
No.
First, we take from the
woodworker's bench a metal rod
and clamp it with a vice.
Five times five is twenty-five.
Our team's leading.
The boy's turned out to be...
a real star.
He's really trying!
This is very good.
But why are you unhappy?
The poetic automaton has vanished.
Could someone really have stolen him?
Who needs him?
He simply decided that he
was a real poet, and left.
I understand.
To study other people.
No, only to showcase himself.
Where to look for him now?
My enemies, evil
and jealous and mean,
say that I'm no poet,
but just a machine.
Yet meaningless is their regard.
A machine cannot flaunt its gift;
A machine takes its
food from the grid,
but a battery powers the bard.
Genius! You're a poet,
and I'm a poet.
Let's drink to it!
Can you also write children's poems?
I have a friend who works in editing.
On a bus ride, little Danny
gave his seat up to a granny.
Little Danny was correct,
grannies have to...
get respect!
Pushkin.
A genius!
Let's work together.
You'll write, and I'll
chase the publishers.
From a cycle of thought...
Genius! Genius! Genius!
Are these yours?
This one's mine.
And that one - take him away!
Tell him, little one.
It's shameful!
It's not your business!
Very shameful.
Leave me alone!
You poor thing.
So... I must again walk
onto the open field.
As you know.
Goodbye, grandfather.
Goodbye.
Goodbye, goodbye grandson.
Well... all right.
Well?
I forgot the yarn ball.
The yarn ball...
Semyon Prohorich!
And I have lost a grandson.
What happened to her?
She's broken.
Tell me, little one,
what is five times five?
The Caspian Sea.
Five time five.
Yuriy Dolgorukiy
Five times five.
There.
You see?
Something's wrong with my eyes...
I can't see anything.
Grandfather!
Grandfather,
Let me try.
Look at that, he's come back!
So our team's winning again!
Well? Will you take him
on as apprentice?
We'll see...
It's ready.
What is five times five?
Twe.. twenty five!
And who founded Moscow?
Yuriy Dolgorukiy.
My little fairy!
And now tell us,
what is happiness?
Happiness is...
Stop fooling around. Stop!
Think and reflect.
Happiness is...
There you are!
There you... are.
Happiness is...
when a person knows a lot,
can do a lot,
and gives it all to others.
And gives it all to others.
Yes, yes... gives it all to others.