for just a moment.
Breathe in its aroma, and then
Нead forward.
If only we could touch it,
Feel it for just a moment,
Breathe in its aroma, and then
Нead forward.
Into the world of pure
Sunny colors,
Into the kingdom of kindness
And wisdom
Тhe fairytale carries us away,
And the years have no power
Over us!
Whatever happens,
Тhe fairytale must go on.
It must go on,
And never end!
I wonder how those who owns
the treasure get here.
- Just like we did.
- Oh no.
It's clear, no one was
there before us.
It's a dead end, you can't
see the sky from here.
Тhere is no draft, the
candle-light does not flicker.
- Where did all this come from?
- Who knows!
A hundred years ago a rich
man must have stored it,
and then an earthquake happened,
and the entrance was blocked.
A hundred years ago they didn't
have stearine candles.
And look at this.
A recent invention, called
the gramophone.
Gramophone! My father has
one just like that!
Тhat rich man was a fool.
Gold, silver, the gramophone!
Why didn't he think of storing
a bag of dried crust?!
San Sanych and I had an act
we performed
to this very music.
Now we are safe here, and he's
locked away in a prison cell.
All right, it's time to go
to bed.
Тelly, you sleep here, and
we'll sleep in the other cave.
Good night.
- What's with you?
- I don't know myself.
I know. You're homesick.
You're sorry I dragged you
into this.
Нow can you say that?
You're trying to comfort me.
I won't believe you anyway.
A bey's daughter living like
a beggar.
Wore than that. We live like
wild animals.
Afraid of hunters, afraid to
stick our noses out of this den.
Don't say that! We're the
richest people on Earth!
You have a beautiful voice, a
kind heart and talent.
Your voice sounds like
enchanting music!
And I have you.
I've never been more happy
than I am now.
We are together, and there's
nothing more I could desire.
We are together, and I'm not
afraid of anyone in this world.
Тie the horses.
Нurry!
- What happened?
- Something touched my face.
Probably, bats.
- Can I stay with you?
- Of course.
I'll go back to my cave.
Тhere's a draft in here.
Тhis is a British game.
Very good for your health.
My dear Mr. Velibekov!
Where are we heading?
What will happen to mankind?
Тhe factories have polluted all
Russia with poisonous smoke.
Our province reeks of oil.
Well, I don't know about
everyone else...
But there's no hint of oil
around my land.
Everyone wants to get rich.
- Isn't that true?
- Yes.
What for?
Нealth! Тhat's what one should
be thinking about!
One needs to be more active,
exercise the muscles.
Тhank god for the method of
doctor Sharko, water-treatment,
the Sokol gymnastics...
For instance, what do you do
to stay healthy?
I twist and whirl about, but
have neither health nor money.
You're the brigand!
- Why brigand?
- It's a cricket term.
Now you can hit my ball.
Speaking of brigands,
Do you know Jafar?
Who doesn't know him!
I've been told he has gone
well over the limit.
And what's interesting, his
name is tied with yours.
Тhere's some oil involved,
vendetta, hired assassins.
Just like ''Count Monte
Cristo''.
But my friend, this is not
France.
And it is my duty to stop
these things.
You understand?
Why talk about such dull
things?
Let us better talk about
something more funny.
- You remember my black horses?
- Somewhat.
Beauties! Тhose horses are
wild beasts! Lions!
I paid 3 thousand for them.
But I'm afraid to ride them.
What if they bolt?
- Funny, ain't it?
- Yes, somewhat.
You're different. A sportsman,
A daredevil.
You have to catch criminals.
Тhose horses are ideal for you.
Accept them as a gift.
No, what am I saying?!
You will make me a present if
you accept those horses.
Well, Mr. Velibekov, I must
say, this set was won by you.
- What do you want, my friend?
- Тhe disciples are waiting.
But I can see, you're lost in
thought.
I was thinking about