The Lost Letter (1945 film)

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What joy, what merriness settles upon the heart when you hear of that which was done in the world long, long ago. "The Lost Letter" by N.V.Gogol Screenplay Valentina and Zinaida Brumberg Zinoviy Kalik Artistic supervisor Aleksandr Ptushko (Meritorious Artist of the RSFSR) Director-producers Valentina and Zinaida Brumberg Director Lamis Bredis Art directors Yevgeniy Migunov, Anatoliy Sazonov Composer Serafim Vasilenko (People's Artist of the RSFSR) Animators - Lamis Bredis, Aleksandr Belyakov, Boris Dyozhkin Gennadiy Filippov, Tatyana Basmanova Nadezhda Privalova, Faina Yepifanova Lev Popov, Nina Mindovskaya N. and Tatyana Fyodorova Pyotr Repkin Decorative artists V.Valeryanova, V.Rodzhero O.Gemerling, V.Suteyeva G.Nevzorova, I.Troyanova Assistant directors K.Apestina, Y.Novoselskaya Y.Golovanova, T.Fyodorova I.Kulneva, Y.Shilova Narrated by Vasiliy Kachalov (State Stalin Prize recipient and People's Artist of the USSR) Cossack voiced by M.Yanshin (Meritorious Artist of the RSFSR) Dnieper Cossack voiced by B.Livanov (State Stalin Prize recipient and People's Artist of the RSFSR) Witch voiced by S.Martinson Sound design - Valeriy Popov (Meritorious Artist of the RSFSR) Camera - N.Voinov, Y.Petrova Sound operator N.Prikutskiy A production of Soyuzmultfilm studio, 1945, Moscow How intoxicating, how majestic is a summer day in Little Russia! How luxuriously warm are those hours when midday glitters in stillness and swelter, and the boundless blue ocean, reclining like a voluptuous dome over the earth, seems to be slumbering, all drowned in languor, enveloping and embracing the resplendent earth in its celestial hold. How sensuous and tranquil is Little Russia's summer! With such splendor did sparkle one of the searing days of August, when the regimental scribe of the time, Goloputsek, sent for a Cossack to be brought before him. Here: You are hereby charged, by the Hetman himself, to deliver this letter to the Tsarina! Right. Good. What sort of tobacco is this?! It wouldn't make an old hen sneeze. Hooyah! A Cossack can't afford regrets! I'll spree and twirl for three straight days! Play livelier, musicians! Let everyone taste brandy today! Hooyah, come and dance with me, lass! Don't you worry, I won't stumble! I won't stumble, lass! Just you watch your own feet! Hooyah! A Cossack can't afford regrets! I'll spree and twirl for three straight days! What a vagabond! It's written on his face! Be free, my soul! Be free and roam freely, soul! Roam and tread lightly, soul! For the vodka's awful good! Move aside, fellows! Hey, let's fight bare-knuckle! I'll pummel you, by God! What a flashy display! Phew, what a magnificent figure! Just let some Tatar scum try and get in my way now! He'll learn what a Cossack's sword is like! Just look at that, people! The soul rejoices! Now that's a real Dnieper Cossack! Good drink, huh? Go on, put down your cup! Come on! Watch how dancing's done! You call that dancing?! THIS is dancing! May you choke, you worthless bum! May a pot hit your father in the head! May the devil burn off his whole beard in the next world! Here's to the Cossack soul for the last time!