too cold in my mortar.
As for the besom, I won't be able
to hold onto it.
How long will it take to get there?
You'll wear out five pairs of shoes
to get there.
I know how we'll go.
Will you take me along?
I'm not going to walk, no way.
You don't have to.
Doesn't your hut have legs?
Yes, it has.
So, let's ride in it.
Let's put those legs to work.
Good boy! Great idea!
I've been living in this hut for 300
years, but it's never occurred to me.
A very smart idea, indeed!
Only my hut is quite decrepit,
it won't stand the journey.
It will fall apart at a second mile.
Perhaps you have the magic carpet
or some other magic stuff?
Dear, where can we get carpets?
Yegorovna, how about borrowing
the self-propelled stove from Yemelya?
It's summertime,
he doesn't stoke it anyway.
What a smart friend I've got!
Run to Yemelya and take the stove.
Tell him it's for me.
In the meantime, you run and
fetch some water.
- It's too small, it won't be enough.
- It's not a regular flask.
It's larger inside than outside.
It can hold three pails of water.
Look after the kitchen garden.
Water cabbages,
weed carrots.
Should any tsarevich shows up,
tell him I'm out to the capital.
I'm tired of them as it is.
Some days as many as 3 of them come.
And I have to wine and dine everyone.
My hut is not an inn, is it?
You're right, they give us
no peace, those tsarevichs.
Don't worry about your kitchen
garden, I'll take care of it.
- Have you brought water?
- There you go.
Why is it so blue?
Where did you take it?
- In the lake.
- Sure. I hope not in the bog.
- Were there any goats on the bank?
- Yes, some little goats.
Right, it's the blue-goatee water!
He wanted to turn his grandma
into a goat!
It's bewitched water.
Anyone who drinks it
will at once turn into a goat.
- Even a fly?
- Why not? Even a fly.
I wish Glafira Andreyevna had this
water. She has no goat, but many flies.
You'll take it to her as my present.
Now it's time to go.
Goodbye, my friend!
Come on, stove, forward!
Godspeed!
From where does Chumichka
want to let Koschei out?
Where is he now?
He's been chained in the tsar's
dungeons for 200 years now.
Only, hush... It's a secret.
Does Chumichka know about it?
Everyone here knows that secret.
Good evening, Your Majesty.
Hi.
Well, I'm listening to you.
I came to offer you
the throne of our state.
The throne? It's good.
And where's your tsar?
Makar, or whatever his name?
He wants, you know,
to go to the village.
Right, with a name like this, he'd
better go to the back of beyond.
That's where his place is.
What a brilliant thought! May I
write it down before I forgot.
I see you're a smart fellow.
What's your rank?
Just a scribe.
Chumichka.
From now on you're no longer a scribe.
I appoint you
my first
friend and adviser!
At your service!
I have to drink 12 pails of water.
That will bring my strength back.
Ten.
Eleven.
Twelve!
Tomorrow I'll give you
this pail filled up with gold!
At your service, Your Majesty!
Now, forward!
I can't wait
to put on the tsar's crown.
Yes! Yes! Yes!
Waking me up?!
What was it?
Nothing.
I ran into a post in the dark.
A very interesting post,
looking like a fist.
Really? Yes.
Don't lose heart,
we'll do more serious things soon.
Now go and bring me the crown.
Stealing again?
Oh, you villainous soul!
Listen, my dear.
Take a pen and paper
and write
that you're giving up the throne,
the crown and the state to me!
No way!
Hey, guards! Come here!
Get the one on the throne!
Follow me! Forward!
Before me.
There you go.
Listen, foreman, sound alarm.
Foreman?
Who said 'foreman'?
Hundred-man!
Come here!
Why hundred-man?
He can count only up to four.
Up to ten, Your Majesty.
Then he's no hundred-man.
Such a brave guy,
and so educated!
A thousand-man - that's what he is
from this minute!
Come here!
Thousand-man, come here!
Millionsky, in my direction,
forward march!
Follow me!
Gavrila,