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Studio Soyuzmultfilm
The mail
This film is dedicated to the memory of Samuil Ya. Marshak
Scenario S. Marshak M & V Tsekhanovsky
Direction Michael & Vera Tsekhanovsky
Art direction M. Tsekhanovsky, B. Korneyev
Music V Deshevov
Camera Elena Petrova sound Boris Filchikov cutter V. Turubiner
animators Elena Khludova, V. Maximovich, T Taranovich, V Balashov, N. Avstryiskaya, V Kushnerev, V Shevkov, A Davydov
voice artists: Erast Garin, M. Shchukin Clara Rumyanova, Maria Vinogradova,
Musical consultant & director V. Smirnov
Registered & urgent
Boris Zhitkov Left side Kalinina street 2 apartment 26
(Picture of Lenin)grad
postman do not put a stamp here.
because of caterpillar
(Mail)
(Mail)
Leningrad
Post office
Who's that knocking on my door With the large shoulder bag
With the number 5 on a copper plaque, In a blue uniform with a cap?
It's him. It's him The Leningrad postman
He has today, a lot of letters in the bag on his side.
From Tashkent, Taganrog, From Tambov and Baku.
My darling poodle, faithful Tom, I told you before that...
on the master's bed you do not lie down to rest.
Do not chase, dear Tom, our tomcat and our ***.
Behave like an adult dog, and not like a childish puppy.
pugnacious dogs will not be aloud to go on the staircase.
this morning. And remember about the morning exercises.
First on your hind legs and after that on your front legs.
Also with loud barking beware not wake the inhabitants of the neighboring apartments
You brought my boots? Now get me my hat!
So goodbye, you loyal dog, give me your paw!
A custom from Rostov For comrade Zhitkov!
A custom for Zhitkov? I'm Sorry, he is off.
Where did the citizen go? - He left this morning for Berlin
While Zhitkov goes abroad, rushing through the air, with the land all green beneath him,
After Zhitkov In the postal train the registered letter follows.
The packages are spread out stably on the shelves
A long way lies ahead of them.
So the two postman on the wagon benches rock the night away.
A postcard to Dubrovka A parcel to Pokrovka,
A paper to Stanza-Uklin.
But the custom will travel over the borders to the citizen in Berlin
Boris Zhitkov went to the hotel. He read a German magazine.
Stripped off his boots, went to bed...
And was at once dead asleep.
I do not know how much he slept but enough to sleep gloriously.
Then he discovered that his right shoe had disappeared.
Zhitkov looked around under linen, bedding and clothes.
Suddenly with the boot, faithful Tom crawls out from under the bed!
Oh, darling Tom, my dear Tom, How did you come to be
in the room with me, abroad? In Berlin?
It all seems like a dream to me, or would this be a delirium?
Well, get ready, good Tom, We're going now to England!
This is the Berlin postman, he has the last mail loaded.
He is dressed like a dandy: A cap with red piping.
A dark-blue jacket with azure buttonholes.
He's going and keeping in his hand a letter from abroad
Around him passersby in a hurry with car tires rustling,
One goes faster then the other on the linden avenue.
Leading the postman to his door the postman bows for an old porter.
A letter for Herr Zhitkov staying in number six!
- Yesterday, at eleven o'clock Zhitkov departed for England!
A letter itself doesn't go anywhere, but dropped in a postal box
It will run. It will run It will fly. It will fly
and swim and swim Thousands of miles away.
It is easy for a letter To see the world:
He does not need a ticket.
for a copper coin he goes around the world.
A sealed passenger.
On the road it does not drink or eat and only says:
- Urgent. England.London. West, 14 Bobkin Street.
Running, throwing cargo From bus to bus.
Swaying on the roof Banners and posters.
The conductor on the ladder shouts - The end of the route. Bobkin Street!
Through Bobkin Street, through Bobkin Street Mr. Smith walks quickly
Through Bobkin Street, through Bobkin Street Mr. Smith walks quickly
In the postal blue cap; And a kind of cape.
And at the house at no. fourteen, he bangs the hanging hammer
And then, he said, quit sternly: - For Mr. Zhitkov.
The doorman looks and points to the first name and the last name
And then he says "Boris Zhitkov went further to Brazil"
The steamer will depart in two minutes. Suitcases and people are brought to all cabins.
But to one of the cabins are not carried suitcases.
In that one goes this: the postman with the mail.
Under the palm trees of Brazil,
Weary from the heat, Wanders a brown Basilio,
The Brazilian postman.
In his hand he holds a strange, crumpled letter.
The stamp is foreign The post mark...
And the inscription of the surname also
butt the addressee left Brazil. He is back to Leningrad.
Thus Zhitkov flew over Leningrad. that did not happen since a long time.
with his faithful poodle by his side, he's staring out the window.
Finally they are back home!
Before going to bed, Zhitkov took Tom under his arm and threw him in the bath.
Who's that knocking at my door With that large shoulder bag
With the number 5 on a copper plaque, in the blue uniform cap?
It is him, It is him, the Leningrad postman!
He brings again the custom for Zhitkov!
For Zhitkov?
Hey, Boris, Receive this and sign for it!
My neighbor jumped out of bed:
- That's a miracle indeed! Look, that mail to me traveled around the globe.
It raced across the sea in pursuit, has rushed into the Amazon.
In pursuit of me it was driven by trains and by ships.
Over seas and mountain slopes It bravely followed me.
Honor and glory to the postmen, Weary and dusty.
Glory to the honest postmen With their large bags on the belt!
Honor and glory to the postmen, Weary and dusty.
Glory to the honest postmen With their large bags on the belt!
Glory to the honest postmen With their large bags on the belt!
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