learned,
There`s a lesson to be
learned.
Sweet dreams, Eugene Labiche,
We`ll try to be truthful and...
You will allow us to interpret
your vaudeville, not more.
Sweet dreams, Eugene Labiche.
We`ll try to be truthful and
you will allow us...
While you`re asleep...
To interpret your vaudeville,
not more.( song )
A hundred years ago...
This unbelievable story
happened,
This unbelievable story
happened,
This unbelievable story
happened,
There may be no truth
to it,
There may be no truth
to it,
But there`s a lesson
to be learned.
There`s a lesson
to be learned.
A golden-coloured
straw hat,
That the wind blew off
your giddy head...
Could serve you some more.
If only a horse...
With a grimace of utter
impudence...
With a grimace of utter
impudence...
Wouldn`t chew it up
suddenly.
No big deal, it was just
a straw hat,
A trifle, an old rag,
Not a dress, not a coat,
not a jacket.
But without it a charming
young lady...
Became the object of battles
and dramas,
Became the object of battles
and dramas,
That served the basis for
this plot.
( voice of A. Mironov,
voice-over)
To think of it: a straw hat!
A trifle, an old rag!
Not a coat, not a dress,
not a jacket, not a skirt!
But without it a charming
(by the way, what was her ame? )
... a charming lady became the
object of battles and dramas.
It was something terrible!
And that served the basis for
this - if I may say so - plot.
The young ones and especially
the old ones,
Take good care of your straw
hats,
Keep them to the end,
and that`s the whole point.
When there`s thunder
over your head,
Even a wisp of straw...
Even a wisp of straw...
Can play a decisive role
in your life.
( song )
For those who were born here,
Who like to breathe this air...
It`s true, gentlemen!
Our little town is in no
way inferior to Paris.
Never was and never will be,
not in any way...
Inferior to Paris.
Never was and never will be,
not in any way...
Not in it`s sky, not in its
manners, not in its river...
If only in it`s size -
but that`s a trifle.
Look at the beautiful
landscape!
The houses and the churches!
And there`s joy,
there`s joy all around!
And the ladies!
What ladies!
And the mademoiselles!
Look at the landscape, the
houses and the churches!
And there`s joy,
there`s joy all around!
To say nothing,
To say nothing...
Of our cavaliers,
Of our cavaliers.
They`re so refined
and so noble.
Charming.
Charming.
A charming young man,
don`t you think, cousin?
Divine, extremely talented!
And with such taste!
Would you leave some
space for me in your program?
- I wrote a romance.
- Oh my god!
- ``The evening breeze.``
- Very original.
It is a very fresh idea indeed.
Imagine:
Cows grazing in the meadow,
and there`s a young shepherd.
Charming. Good enough
for a family performance.
This is nothing. Any minute
now you will hear Nenardi.
Nenardi? What is it?
A tenor from Bologna.
Everyone wants him.
I paid 3000 francs for
2 romances.
You can take my ``Evening
breeze`` for free.
I got an answer from
seignior Nenardi:
``You asked me to sing 2 romances?
I will sing 3.
You offer me one thousand
ecu? That`s not enough.
One flower from your
bouquet will do.``
What tact! I have to write
a romance about that!
Just recently he sang at
the house of countess de Bralles.
By the way she`s got remarkably
beautiful legs.
- Guess what he took in reward?
- A pot of gillyflowers.
No, one ballet shoe.
Charming.
He is so refined. He has such
extravagant whims.
Amazing, this tenor!
Is he young?
( song )
Swindlers, bandits
and old foxes...
Like to do mischievous things
in the dark of night.
Only now their business is not
going too good.
Times have changed.
Now their business is not
going too good.
Times have changed.
Peer into the darkness,
my friend,
When it`s still way too
early for the dawn.
You`ll see the glorious
national guards...
And their dependable