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Gostelradio Soviet union Sverdlovsk filmstudio
Let bygones be bygones
written by Nadezhda Kozhushannaya
Today, nothing is as before... (directed by Oksana Cherkassova art director Valentin Olshvang)
What events we had. when 2 Kikimory* lived here.Akulka with Dunka. *=Female house-ghost in Slavic tradition. Sort of Nornes.
Oh, you...
artists Tatiana Danilenko, Olga Knyazeva, Yana Khabarova,
Witchcraft can create such marvelous fears. (Alexander Petrov, Oleg Bukharov, A. Suvorina, Alexei Karaev, L. Putyatina, Tatiana Volkova)
For that, one truely needs Akulka and Dunka* *magic dolls that give the kikimory 2 (accusing) voices.
What is real what is not?
Oh, this is when Nhurka died, this friend I had, Nhura.
God rest her soul.
In the summer arrived her heir. May God forgive me.
You see, he was discontent with his grandmother's legacy.
It's wrong, such discontent. It's not our way.
"Cancer is not a fish, a beetle is not a beast."
Well, good.
At night the feast started with him.
Akulka with Dunka: the kikimors confrontated him with his past.
And the cottage of Nhura was a good place for that. It contained many old images.
We had both come to her and sing: I'm pretty, but I am badly dressed.
These kikimors scare only the first time.
But maybe a man then can look at himself with more perspective.
In the past! when he was small, he gladly came to his grandmother.
Nura fed him pancakes.
He was so thin. Look at him!
Blessed child where were you ? - With grandmother!
What did you eat? - Pap. What did you drink? - Home brew.
And did you snack? - Bread and Cabbage.
And what a pancakes Nura had - almost too delicious to eat.
The Brew is so sweet and Grandmother is so kind.
but the brew is drank, and grandmother is killed.
Run away, run away. Go ahead...
And who will feel sorry? Grandmother will feel sorry. But nothing is done, that will not heal before the wedding.
Bye baby, bye you can right now die
We'll carry you We'll bury you in black soil
In the black soil, water will flow under you.
We purposely sang this song, to protect from the evil eye.
This morning I found him in the garden.
So serious. I feel sorry for him.
So I took the kikimors away. They must be found and throw out. That's all.
Well, be happy.
And how to make everthing merry as before? The dragon came flying.
Granny Malanya, I want you to die. So that my heart for you will not dry up!