you
to hold your tongue.
He won't.
You may look at your Vassya.
Do you see this sack?
Your fiancee is in it.
Vassya!
Don't be scared.
Just look at what's inside.
A heavy rock.
And a happy Jock.
- You devil!
- No, I'm not.
Yes, you are.
Fear not, I'm not a devil.
That's right. You are not.
- Who are you, then?
- A drowned man.
- And who are you?
- A drowned girl.
So, we're in the same boat.
I didn't drown myself though.
- Who did it?
- Good people drowned me.
Why?
For 11 years the Sea King
has threatened to sink our land
if we don't pay him a due.
So not to sink underwater,
we're being sacrificed to water.
- Who is being sacrificed?
- The beautiful girls.
One girl each year.
I happened to be the first.
I was considered
the loveliest of the girls.
How does one get back on land?
Don't even dream of it.
The only way to leave is
by permission of the Sea King.
So far he hasn't given
such permission to anyone.
- He's nasty, isn't he?
- No, he has an affliction.
- What's wrong with him?
- It's the "crowned dumps".
I'm so bored, I can't stand it...
Your Humidity,
shall we raise a storm?
And I call him a counsellor.
Some news - a storm.
There's no peace in a storm.
Suggest something
real new.
Your Humidity,
I suggest we call the beauties.
And I call her a counsellor!
Another fresh idea.
C'mon, call them anyway.
Fair girls,
come curtsy to our king.
Are they going to walk like that?
- What's wrong with it?
- They did that yesterday.
They did and they didn't, sire.
Yesterday, it was right to left,
today, left to right.
This formation
is my innovation.
This so-called innovation
gives me some trepidation.
- How can we thee console?
- Maybe, a song for your soul?
All right, shoot!
Girls!
Kalinka, kalinka, kalinka, my love,
In the garden grew malinka,
malinka, my love!
I heard it a thousand times.
Don't they know anything else?
Certainly they do.
Come on, girls!
Malinka, malinka, malinka, my love...
That's the same song, isn't it?
No, kalinka and malinka
are different berries.
The berries may be different,
but the song is the same.
- I want something new!
- There is something new.
- What is it?
- A brand-new drowned man.
Bring him in now!
Come on, beauties,
dress me quickly
and make me look handsome!
Newly drowned Vassya!
Come in, do not fear.
Hello there!
I salute you,
Your Humidity!
Hello.
When were you drowned?
- Just today.
- Thank you for that.
- That's just great!
- At your service, sire!
Welcome, drowned Vassya!
- Go on, entertain me.
- How should I entertain you?
The way you do it on land,
you do it now.
- Can you sing?
- Sure thing!
Well, go ahead!
Kalinka, kalinka...
- Hold it! When were you drowned?
- Today.
And you sing as if it were
ages back.
Don't you know
more recent songs?
I do.
Sing, then.
- Malinka, malinka, malinka...
- Stop it!
So they can't write a new song
up there on land?
Then I'll make up one myself!
Not an earthly song,
but a watery song.
Here, I've got it!
Sardinka, sardinka, sardinka,
my love!
oh my, its catchy!
Help, I'm drowning!
Sardinka, sardinka, sardinka,
my love!
In the garden grew malinka,
malinka, my love!
- What's this?
- A book.
- What for?
- To read it.
- What does it mean?
- I can show you.
Go ahead, show.
Sit down, all!
once upon a time,
in a certain country,
there lived
a mighty great man,
the terror of the criminals,
by name of Sherlock Holmes.
Whenever thieves stole something,
a cow from a peasant,
or a fish from a fisherman,
he always found it.
Smart guy!
- What if they stole a pearl?
- He sure'd found it.
Go on reading.
And the thieves decided
to put the man to an awful death.
They lured
this good man into a cave,
tied his hands and feet and
put'm on a barrel of gun powder.
- And what happened?
- I won't read for free.
You'll get your reward,
just go on reading.
- What will be the reward?
- Whatever you want!
You may have a bag