Каникулы в Простоквашино

Мультфильм производства "Союзмультфильма".
Второй из серии «Трое из Простоквашино». Создан по мотивам повести Эдуарда Успенского «Дядя Фёдор, пёс и кот». Дядя Фёдор решил провести летние каникулы не в Сочи, а в деревне Простоквашино вместе со своими друзьями — котом Матроскиным и псом Шариком. Матроскин не нарадуется своей коровой Муркой и изобилием молока, а также — рождением телёнка Гаврюши. А Шарик, в свою очередь, самозабвенно увлёкся фотоохотой.

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Vacation in Prostokvashino

Screenplay: E. Uspenskiy
Director: V. Popov

Composer: E. Krylatov
Artist-directors: L. Khachatryan, A. Sher

Operator: K. Rasulov. Sound: B. Filchikov
Montage: N. Stepantseva

Voice actors: O. Tabakov, V. Talyzina, M. Vinogradova, B. Novikov, L. Durov, G. Kachin

Subtitles: E. Sokolskaya

I'm telling you: drink.

Your milk is everywhere!

All the buckets, all the basins are full of it!

Even the washbasin's got milk in it!

That's nothing.

When I get a second cow...

How am I supposed to wash up?!

No how!

How?

You shouldn't get so dirty!

Besides, some wash up with their tongue.

Yeah? Well some also eat mice.

And if your cow were smarter, it would give
sparkling water, not milk.

Or, say, Pepsi!

Or, uh, kvas.

And if you were smarter, then you would've
done something useful by now.

So I will! I'm gonna go hunt.

Don't you feel bad for the little creatures
you shoot?

Yeah, I do.

But what if it's my instinct calling?

What if I'm being pulled so strongly into the forest?

And animals, by the way, are created
specifically to be hunted.

I'll be back soon!

I'll shoot us something yummy.

If only Uncle Fedor could see me!

Go on, go on, you little spaniel.

So... what's this letter?

Caw.

What about this one?

Caw.

Hm. Now caw this letter.

Caw.

Well, what's this one?

Caw.

Enough. Enough, I'm sick of it!

My life is completely hopeless. I live like a serf!

And why's that?

Look here. I have four silk evening gowns, and nowhere to wear them.

No, it's decided. Tomorrow we're leaving
for the resort.

What do we need a resort for?
We have a lovely house in Prostokvashino.

Just think about it.

Who's there? Who's come to visit?

No one's come to visit. Your dad has just lost it.

He's not letting us go to the resort.

I don't want to go to the resort either!
I want to go to Prostokvashino!

And what will I do in your Prostokvashino?

Chop wood in my evening gown?
Or charm the bulls?

Enough! I've been working for you with a frying pan all year.

Now I want to go to the resort - to relax!

Attention. The train from Moscow to Sochi is now boarding on track 4.

Regional rail to Prostokvashino now boarding on track 5.

Repeat: Attention...

Hey, listen. Where's our boy?

Where's Uncle Fedor gone?

Mom! Mom! Don't worry about me!

With Matroskin and Sharik I'll be fine,
we'll live well...

I raised you. I didn't sleep nights for you!

And now you, you... take regional rail.

He's taking the right train.
The village is better for him.

He doesn't have evening gowns, after all.

Cart: Mail.

Have a seat, hunter, I'll give you a ride.

Thank you, Uncle Pechkin!

So, hunter, how's you shooting? Are you good?

Of course!

What if I throw my hat? Could you hit it?

Go on, throw your hat. Just you see - there'll be
nothing left of it, just holes.

What's this now? This isn't a hunt - this is a fishing trip!

Hey, idiot! Leave the rifle, and hurry up, float to the surface!

I'd be happy to leave it, but Matroskin would rip my head off!

We paid good money for this rifle -
whereas my life is free.

That's it. Consider me drowned.

Who's there?

It's me, Pechkin the Mailman. I've brought a notice about your boy.

We don't need a notice about a boy.

We don't even have a boy. He lives in the city.

Who's there?

Caw, caw! It's me! Me! Me!

Hooray! Finally my favorite Uncle Fedor's here!

Now we'll store up twice as much hay for our little cow!

All right, easy there with your hay. Where's Sharik?

There here is. Coming back from his hunt.

That hunter! Probably dragging what he caught.

It's like I've got nothing better to do but drag random dogs out of the river.

I didn't ask you to pull me out. Maybe I wasn't drowning at all.

Maybe I was doing some freediving.

Here you go - for our Sharik.

Oh what a Sharik we have...

What a hunter!

You generate no income - only expenses!

So what are we going to do with him?
He can't do without hunting, he'll dry up!

I'll dry up.

Maybe we should make a sled dog out of him.
We'll buy him a cart, use him to take milk to market.

We'll use him to plow the garden... Hey, Sharik? Do you want us to make you into a sled dog?

Eh, make whatever you want. Even a scarecrow!
In any case I hate my life.

No, no, here's what I've decided.
I'll write my mom and dad a letter.

Let them send us a photo-rifle for Sharik.
It's hunting, but you don't have to kill anything!

Dear, let's abandon your resort and go to Prostokvashino.

Be patient, I've worn two evening gowns, there are still two left.

Well maybe our boy is having a hard time without us.

No, we're having a hard time without him,
he's doing quite well there.

He has such a cat, you've got a long way to go before you match up to him.

That cat will protect him like a stone wall.

Yeah, if I'd had a cat like that, maybe I would never have gotten married.

Who's there?

It's me, Sharik the Mailman... I mean, just Sharik!

Come in!

Get up! Our cow has given birth to a calf!

Oh, see how much we benefit from my cow!

Here's the thing, friends, let's bring him into the house.

Sure, and bring the mother, too. As if we have room for them.

Here's what I'm wondering: whose is it?

What do you mean, whose? It's ours.

Nope, not ours! Who does the cow belong to?
The state!

We rented it, remember? Which means the calf also belong to the state!

Sharik, Sharik, be quiet, please.

The cow belongs to the state, but whatever it produces - milk, calves - that's ours.

Here, Uncle Fedor, how do you figure: if we rent a refrigerator, whose is it?

The state's.

Correct, Uncle Fedor. What about the cold it produces, whose is that?

The cold is ours. We take it for the cold!

But we took one cow, and now we have two!

Sharik! According to the receipt, there's one ginger cow. -- Yes!

We took one, according to the receipt, so we'll return one, to avoid accountability issues.

I don't get why you're arguing. Matroskin, you were going to buy the cow for good.

So buy it for good, with the calf!

Now I'll never be separated from my Murrrka.

I was happy already, and now I'll be twice as happy!

Because I have two cows!

Gavryusha, come!

Gavryusha, down!

Voice!

Gavryusha, fetch!

I came to you for business, and then you headbutt me?

Not to mention what you've done to my hat...

Some hat... more like an air vent!

Wow, so many holes.

What was your business with us?

I brought you a parcel. But I'm not going to give it to you - you don't have ID papers.

It's too early for you to have papers.
Plus, those with tails don't even get papers.

Then why'd you bring the parcel?

Because! That's how it's supposed to be done.

Since a parcel arrived, it must be delivered.

And since you have no papers, I don't have to hand it over.

Now I'll come do this every day, all week.

Hand over our parcel, right now!

What ID papers do you have?

Whiskers, paws, tail - those are my ID!

There's always a seal on ID papers. Do you have a seal on your tail? No, you don't!

As for whiskers, you can always get fake ones.

That's probably my photo-rifle...

- Yeah, it's probably worth a lot of money...
- Yep.

- Here's an idea...
- What is it?

We'll find a box exactly like the one Pechkin has.

- And then?
- And when he comes again...

- Then what?
- We'll switch out his box!

Hooray!
- Gavryusha, come! Shake!

Who's there?

It's me, Pechkin the Mailman, I've brought you a parcel.

Except I'm not going to give it to you, because you don't have any ID papers.

We wouldn't take that parcel from you anyway.

What do we need shoe shine for anyway?

What shoe shine?

The usual. The one you shine your shoes with.

Who sent you so much shoe shine? Are you opening a shoe shine shop?

My uncle sent it. He lives in a shoe shine factory, so he has oodles and oodles of shoe shine!

So he sends it to anyone and everyone.

Be it shoe shine or not, I'm not giving you the parcel. I'm no idiot!

Who's there?

You, talky, are there! I'm out here. You sit and be quiet.

I'm gonna have to ask you to not insult our birdie.

Come now, don't be angry! Have some tea instead. The table's all set!

Please, Comrade Pechkin, have a seat.

Could I have that bowl of candy, please?

They're so good!

Give that back! That's my candy!

See how greedy people can be! Taking other people's stuff!

Value: 20 rub. Prostokvashino village, to Uncle Fedor (for Sharik)
From: Black sea resort, Dad, Mom

Well, Sharik, now you'll go on photo hunts.

You'll take pictures of the animals, and send the photos to various journals!

That's right, where the pay is higher.

Don't worry, Uncle Fedor, hold on! We'll be there soon, only one dress left! Mom and Dad.

Prey is so stupid these days! I spent half the day chasing it to take a picture.

That's nothing! You'll have to chase it for another half-day.

Why's that?

To give it the photo.

Hello, parents!

My dears! My loves! You've put on weight! You're so tan!

Hello. Welcome.

Hello, dear Igor Ivanovich!

Hold it, ma'am, with your kissing!

Let's sort out our conflict first.

What conflict?

This one: look what they've done to my hat.

It's good for straining pasta now.

Listen, Comrade Pechkin!

You be quiet. There's three of you for each hat.

All right, all right, Comrade Pechkin. Here's a proper headdress for you. Calm down, please.

Good, good... some people have field mail, we'll have marine mail!

How about I get you from my photo rifle?

No, no need to get me with a rifle. Perhaps I'm just starting to really live.

I'm retiring.

Yes, I've understood a lot.

And if I'd had a second life, I would have spent it here, in Prostokvashino.

The End.