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Soyuzmultfilm presents A story of K.I.Chukovski
Bibigon
music from the Detskog album S.S. Prokoviev
I live in a country house in Peredelkino.
It's not far from Moscow.
With us lives a tiny Lilliputian..
a real Tom Thumb. His name is Bibigon.
From where he came, I don't know.
He says that he fell from the moon.
We do not really believe him.
But me and my granddaughters, Tata and Lena - we all love him.
And how could you not love him!
Against all enemies
He is ready to fight
And I never doubted that: He'd take on anyone.
He is not afraid.
He is cheerful and clever,
He is small but daring,
We do not know his age.
If you knew what a tomboy and rogue he was ...
Today he took my overshoe and pulled it straight to the creek.
But what the little hero did not see that it was overshoe with a hole.
"Oh, help me, save me, I'm drowning, I'm drowning!"
Today, the fourth of June. Is a celebration day for the starlings.
Hey, listen, what happened to me! Listen all!
I - the famous captain, am not afraid of a hurricane.
Yesterday I was in Australia, and went through one,
And near the Cape of Barnaul I killed fourteen sharks! "
Duck: "One, one, two, three. One, one, two, three."
"Hey, you, red monster, immediately leave duckling Matyushev in peace,
or I will cut off your stupid head! Brundulyaka, Down! Down!"
"Down with Brundulyaka!"
"We are not afraid of him, don't doubt that, Matyushev.
Yes, we will fight him! We will!"
And what about Brundulyak? Brundulyak really picked the wrong guy.
He stands out there, far away, under a tree...
and he's brooding on how he can ruin Bibigon ..."
"Why do you build this fort?"
"I want to be ready for the war with Brundulyak!"
"With the turkey Brundulyak?"
"Down with Brundulyak!"
"The fact of the matter is that he's not a turkey, but a sorcerer"
"No, he's not a wizard. He is a most common turkey!"
Bibigon: "No, he's a sorcerer!
Like me,
He was born on the moon.
Yes, the moon, and for many years
He has been following me.
And he wants to turn me
In a bug or an ant.
But no, the cunning Brundulyak!
With me you will not succeed!
I swing my sword valiant
And all the enchanted people...
Will be saved by the destruction of the wicked.
And you blew my head!
"Well, how do I explain to him that boasting ashames?
Where he was sitting on my desk and said"
"Will I fear if the mighty beasts? I'll fight every beast strong and courageous!
Help! Help! "
"She will bite him! Quick, Bibigon, hide!
He hid in the inkt! Will he now always be black? "
"Well, if you knew how ugly and wet and miserable and dirty ..."
"I will not!"
"Who cares? We still love him, black and all.
We do,and perhaps, he is now more extraordinary because he's black, like in the nice black man"
"So so. In the Caucasus, I walked to the Black Sea to swim,
That sea, blacker than black, is full of ink.
I swam and I became black like a coal ***.
So so. In the Caucasus, I wandered in the Black Sea to swim ... "
"Of course, I didn't like that at all. I hate braggarts"
"Why aren't you at sleep, Bibigon?
Why do you stare at the moon, Bibigon?
"There, on the moon, lives my sister. She is beautiful and kind.
How wonderfull it always was, frolicking with her on the moon.
She has a lovely garden there,
where stars like grapes hang in clusters
so that you can pick one at random and wouldn't need to fly to it
Oh, if I could swiftly go back to heaven!
Fly through the Milky Way to her, to go for a walk in her garden again, and pluck the stars.
We'd hand in hand together, fly down to the Earth
To you, in Peredelkino, to this house.
and we then could stay here forever!
"Is it true?"
Oh my dearest Tsintsinella ... sitting and crying at the moon.
For a long time she planned on coming to Earth to me.
But she is held captive by a horrifying, fire-breathing dragon...
But to free her you need to fly to the moon then!
"The flight will be tomorrow!"
"Frankly, I didn't believe him and even laughed at him.
But after a few days, just recently, on June 7, |nBibigon was involved in these events ..."
"Hooray, it's my plane! Now I go on my great flight. Good-bye Good-bye!"
"And there he disappeared ... Bibigon disappeared, as if melted amid the blue skies.
An empty house remained, a toy house, comfortable,like none other.
Build with our own hands, designed by ourselves. Where now the doll Aglaia lives,
but the doll Aglaia -she is not alive. She is not alive because her heart doesn't beat,
she does not sing, not naughty, not laughing.
While our Bibigon, though maybe mischievous, maybe courageous, was always lively, he was alive
Looking at the skies and with granddaughters inconsolably shedding tears,
We were all waiting - if we could see him up in the sky, near the clouds, flying on a dragonfly.
Hurry up, hurry back to us, our little Bibigon! "
"Hurrah! He's back! Where have you been? Did you defeat the way he fought?"
Yesterday, a black cloud, with my own hand,
I defeated and slew the mighty dragon 105 00:15:21,570 --> 00:15:26,670 And now I'm tired. With fierce foe I fought.
And I would like, for a while, there at the window, sit and relax ..."
"Hush. Let him get comfortable. We will leave him rest for the day.
About all his experiences, he surely will tell us tomorrow"
All: "Oh, what a mouse!"
"This here mouse is - Tsintsinella, my sister,
but she was turned in a white mouse by an evil sorcerer.
And the Sorcerer was my bitter enemy, the wily gobbler - Brundulyak.
Do you hear, you old villain, prepare,
I challenge you to fight. The definite battle.
Now hold on, villain! "
"Hurrah! Done! Hail Bibigon!"
Tsinitsinella moved in with us along with her brother, in the toy house.
And of course we all tried to make it well and comfortable again to live in.
And when the New Year came,
I thoroughly digged in my pocket for my friends
And in new warm coats we went to the Kremlin , to see the big tree.
And imagine how pleased and happy children where,
...when they could see the eyes of a living Bibigon,
his sword, his three-cornered hat
and when they could hear his provocative speech. "
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