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To die...\nas dies a falling star... [in Ukrainian]
Lesya Ukrainka\nThe Forest Song [in Ukrainian]
The Forest Song [in Russian]\nMavka
Mavka, the forest nymph\nLyudmila Yefymenko
Cast: Lukash - Viktor Kremnyov\nLukash's Mother - Maya Bulgakova
Uncle Leo and Forest Spirit -\nIvan Mykolajchuk
Kylyna - Lyudmila Lobza\nRed Demon - Boris Khmelnitsky
Kootz, devil-parvenu - \nViktor Demertash
Rusalka - Nina Shatskaya\nField Spirit - Svetlana Sergeyeva
Kylyna's children - Valya Khodulin,\nFilipp Ilyenko
Miseries: V. Fyodorov, I. Manzii,\n
Aristic Director\nAnatoli Mamontov
2nd Director - V. Ianpavlis\nCameraman - V. Tarnavskiy
Costumes - I. Vakulenko\nMake-up - A. Loseva
Set Designer - V. Beskrovnyi\nMontage - E. Sumovskoi
Editor - V. Yurchenko\nDirector Assistants
Cameraman Assistants\nSet Designer Assistants
Administration: P. Ash,\nV. Khodulin, L. Serbinova
Photographer - L. Kritenko\nLight - V. Korenskii
State Symphonic Orchestra\nof the Ukrainian SSR
Production Manager\nNikolai Vesna
But never in the past did Spring\nstart singing sweet as today.
Well no, some country boy\nplays on his pipe.
But who? Can it be he who\nbreaks the dams?
I never heard such tunes\nfrom him before!
No, this one's human.\nUncle Leo's nephew.
He's orphan with a widowed mother.\nSo Uncle Leo took them in...
I'd dearly love to see what he is like.
- What for?\n- He's probably handsome!
Keep afar from human pathways,\nmy daughter.
Avoid those paths, dear daughter
one footstep taken - \nand freedom's lost for fair!
How can it be, that freedom\nmelts in air?
That's just as though the wind\nshould cease to be!
The people say it's an unholy place.
Don't touch! Don't touch! \nDon't cut! Don't kill the tree!
What are you saying, girl?\nI'm not a robber!
I wanted just a little bit of birch-sap.
Don't drink the blood of my own sister!
You call this birch tree 'sister'?
I've heard of them from old folks\nmany times,
You're just the same as any girl...
Now they're grey\nas thunder clouds
Indeed... Ah no! \nIt's but the evening dew
See, upon the lake \nthe mist is rising
You wouldn't like it,\nif the day is over?
Tell me, if people love,\nis it for good?
Why, that is like the doves...
It's like a sudden gust of wind,
which starts up, swirls around, \nthen leaves.
With us there's nothing like you have\n- for good!
It's just Rusalka,\nwater spirit.
We're friends, she won't harm us.
Do you hear the nightingale singing\nthe wedding song?
I hear: 'Now kiss her, kiss her, kiss!'
I could kiss you, \nkiss you to death!
- A pity...\n- What are you saying?
I don't mean it!\nWhy did I say that thing!
to die as dies a falling star...
Don't talk of things like that!\n
Do talk!. \nThe way you talk is strange
but, somehow, sweet it is to listen to.
Why don't you speak?\nAre you angry?
I'm listening to you, to your love
Don't do that! I'm frightened\n
Your voice is clear as a stream, \n
Maybe, moonlight is bad to see by.
Hush! I want to hear your heart\nspeak loud.
Your heart is vague, \nas springtime nights...
Then no need to, sweetie! No need to, \n
Instead, I will caress you, my love!
I've never been in love before
and so I never knew\nthat love caresses are so sweet.
But how shall I attract those\neyes of yours?
With flowers!\nI'm still unadorned.
No need! You're lovely without\nflowers' help.
No! I want to be adorned with flowers\nfor you
more beautiful than Princess\nof the Forest!
Alas! The flowers are not beautiful\nat night -
their colours went to sleep...
and put them in your hair to shine.
You'll look as if you wore\na crown of stars.
Little unbaptized souls, wait!\nLight your candles!
See there, that one who's wandering\nabout -
he's like that father who abandoned you
who ruined your dead mother,\n
- Go, drown him then.\n- I dare not, Forest Spirit forbade
We are too small. We can't do it.
You are tiny, light and shiny.
When he's slipping, send him dipping\n
Then I'll finish him his time!\nHurry up!
Kootzie, Kootzie, as you stand
Until he's in the mire - \nI can't fulfill your desire.
There my sisters, the mountain\nspirits, free as birds,
will sail around you \nin dizzy circling dances,
as bright\nas lightning's tail!
From out the ferns for you \nI'll pluck the flowers frail
A golden star from heaven\nI will tear for you.
And so that you may call\nthe forest crown your own
we'll cast the Dragon-Queen from\nher throne!
And set in our defence each mountain,\nrock and stone!
Be my love! Adorning\nyou both night and morning
I shall bring you\nexpensive dresses
and make flower wreaths\nfor you.
In the dances I'll lead you\nto far seas of crimson
where the wealthy sun\nhis golden store
Seeing off the day, we'll look\nthrough the window
into the star's abode. The weaving star\n
We'll weave ourselves for rest\na velvet shade.
Then when the dawn comes and\n
above us, as if sheep were flocking,\ndrinking from the stream
where shallows lie across it, we shall\n
Why interrupt me with such ill humour?
Have you forgotten all\nabout last summer?
Oh, last summer long ago\nwas over!
It is not seemly for a girl\nto chase a boy in such a manner.
But no one ever told me it was wrong.
Well, listen once to me then:\nit won't hurt you
Why are you always wild-like,\nnever neat?
You could at least comb out\nand braid your hair.
You look just like a witch.\nWhy, it's not decent!
What are those rags and tatters\nyou have on?
I have some things of my late daughter.
My late daughter's things.\nI will bring them.
When making hay, you had a headache.
You'd like it if I went and\nreaped today?
Don't cut and spoil what's pretty!
All your loveliness returns each year\n
But if my happiness should fade away - \nthen dies my day!
Your beauty was not made\nwith time to vie
but merely for a time to bloom,\nthen die.
I cannot help it, though you\nwail and weep
if I do not, some other will you reap...
Wait just a minute! A moment more is\ndue to me!
It will droop after, this poor thing -\nmy beauty
Sister, don't be like the Frost.
Don't let that woman come to forest\nanymore.
She's sly as an otter\nand greedy as a lynx.
She'd better not go walking\nin our forest.
Since when did you become\nthe Forest Queen
with power to say who may go\nin the woods or may not?
There are deep pits within the forest
concealed by bushes, covered with thick\nboughs -
no animal can see them, nor man, \nnor woman
And yet you talk of viciousness\nand slyness...
I didn't know what your true nature was
If I should weep even for a moment
someone would surely\nlaugh himself to death!
But ah, Rusalka, you have never loved!
Oh no, it's you who have forgotten now
My daughter! How hard the punishment\nfor your betrayal!
Like a servant, a hired hand who,\nthrough her bitter toil
wished but to earn a piece of happiness,\nand failed.
And only utter shame prevents you
For you've forgotten that\nno single sorrow
Then give me gay and festive dress!
Your royal gown was ready long ago
And yet the princess dawdled elsewhere
oddly enough or for a joke,\ndressed like a pauper.
And now, my dear, I fear for you\nno longer.
What are you so frightened of? I know\nyou are engaged.
I will not lay hands on you.
We're both in autumn now. Don't you\n
There was a time when we were\ngood companions -
whether then we played or lovers were,\nit's hard to say.
But now's the time to fraternize.
swings and spirals in the air...
And so do we,\nas swiftly swirling
the clear and radiant lights\nthat us daze
all that's in motion, incessant,\ndesiring!
- Glove like a spark, my love!\n- Stop it! No more!
It's charm is it's eternal fling!
I am the one who dwells in a crag.
I will not go with you!\nFor I'm alive!
I'll take you to a far and distant land
and there the silent crags loom\nhigh above -
mute witnesses of times long dead\nand gone
no trees or even grasses\nmake rustling sounds
disturbing dreams that steal\nyour sleep away.
No wind there carries ardent songs
that breathe of freedom out of reach;
devouring fires are never kindled;
though sharp spears of lightning\nare broken on the crags
they cannot ever pierce through\nthat fortress
formed of gloom and stillness.
This distant land is \nwhere you belong.
No! I'm alive! And I shall live forever!
For what lives in my heart\ndenies all dying.
I love my torment and I give it life!
And here he comes, the one who\nmade my torment.
It's time to make betrothal bread,\nMother.
Tomorrow I will ask Kylyna's hand.
My daughter, is it you?\n[language switches to Ukrainian]
He let you go, the one\nwho lives in a crag?
You call it 'crime', the vengeance\nwhich I took?
The just revenge that I resolved upon
that sweetheart, base and treacherous,\nof yours!
Was it not just that he should feel\n
when roaming through the woods\nin wolf-like form?
He should! Now he's a wild and\nraving werewolf!
But never will his evil torment die!
Deep in my heart, I found that living\nword of magic
which can transform those in amuck\nin human beings.
I do not know... I, like a shadow,\nroam about this house
and have no longer strength\nto leave this spot...
A glorious ride he gave me\nthis last time!
No one will ever ride him any more!
You hateful thing! You've put\nour woods to shame!
I must admit, I'm sorry\nfor that old man
for he knew how to live\non terms with us.
They can expect no good now\nfrom our wood.
We're here!\nWho's calling us?
Shoo! Disappear! No one\nhas called you here!
The word went forth, \ncan't be recalled.
If they'd open the door faster - \nwe're hungry!
- Go away!\n- Give us some food!
- I will not let you in!\n- We're hungry!
- Give us some food!\n- I've nothing I can give you!
Give us those berries you wear\nclose to your heart!
- Give them to us!\n- But that's my blood!
- Hey, Miseries, let her be - she's not\n
- Otherwise we'll eat you up!\nFood! - Hold on there!
- I'll wake those women up!\n- Food! Give us food!
- Be quiet! You'll get food\n- Food! We're hungry!
- And I shall have some fun!\n- Food! We're hungry!
I feel deserted - neither wife,\nnor widow!
Could any husband stick it out\nwith you? You awful lot!
What we had, you've devoured!\n
May Miseries take over you some day!
They visit first the one who\nsummons them!
Did someone come while I was gone?
I know who you are waiting for!
Now chop it, if you want to.\nNo one is stopping you.
You carry all the Miseries with you.
Come, pinch yourself! What are you\ntalking of?
Ah wife, I see that\nwhich you cannot see
how can you say such strange things...\nyou frighten me!
Why are you scared? A fool you never\nfeared.
Lukash, darling,\nlet's go to the village!
[language switches to Russian]\nNow play! Oh play!
For only this remains of what I was.
That's you? You came as ghoul\nto suck my blood away?
Take life from me!\nThis is how it should be.
No, sweetheart, you gave a soul to me
like blade of knife gives singing voice\n
Oh, have no sorrows for the flesh!
bright and clear as good wine.
It will come back,\nas ashes, light and soft
And up to the sun a new\nwillow will grow.
both rich and poor, the joyful\nand the sad.
Their grieves I'll mourn,\ntheir joys shall make me glad -
to every one my heat shall speak.
And I shall find some words for all:\n
the willow pipe\nthat tender music breathes;
the mournful dew\nthat from my branches falls.
I will make sure to sing to them
all of the tunes you used to sing
the tunes you played for me\nthat spring
with our dreams circling near.
Subtitles made based on translations\n
Shot on 'Svema' Film made by\nShostka Chemistry Plant