We divert our hearts
with another man's game
Let mirages of happiness
with sweet longing rise up again
Let them fool us into thinking
that beauty lives in the castle of death
Age-old fairytales and blue birds
are welcome guests
Our forgotten tears
tremble within those fables...
Oleg, answer it!
Tell them we're here.
Don't just stand there!
It's some kind of mechanism.
I don't know how to respond.
But I'll take books with me.
Many books.
I'll study, and we'll return here again.
And I'll let Earth know where we are.
The goat!
He was waiting for us!
Guys, it's a she-goat.
A doe!
And so they went.
Dick and Oleg pulled the sleigh,
and Mariana steered it from behind.
The goat and her kids came last,
whining for food.
Even when they got to the forest,
with mushrooms and roots,
she still wanted condensed milk.
But like the travelers, she didn't know...
that the sweet white substance
was called "condensed milk."
Written by Kir Bulychev
Directed by V. Tarasov