All language subtitles for The Stone Flower 1946, RU

MOSFILM Studios

THE STONE FLOWER
A tale from the Urals

Written by P. BAZHOV,
I. KELLER

Directed by
A. PTUSHKO

Camera by
F. PROVOROV

Production Designers:
M. BOGDANOV, G. MYASNIKOV

Costume Designer
O. KRUCHININA

Music by L. SCHWARZ

Danila the Carver
by V. DRUZHNIKOV

Mistress of the Copper Mountain
by Tamara MAKAROVA

Prokopich
by M. TROYANOVSKY

Katya by Ye. DEREVSCHIKOVA

Grandfather Slyshko
by A. KELBERER

Severyan by M. YANSHIN

Barin by M. TEMYAKOV

Barin's wife
by A. PETUKHOVA

Old Master
by N. ORLOV

Vikorikha by L. DEIKUN
Efim by S. ZAITSEV

Danila as a boy
by V. KRAVCHENKO

Who is there?

Who is gadding about
about the territory

at an untimely hour?

By what right?

- We're the local kids.
- Tut, tut.

- What do you want?
- Sorry, old man.

We came for fairy tales.

Oh, really?

Fairy tales!

Fairy tales is when
it's about a magic hen

and her golden egg:

such tales old women tell
to tots. You aren't a tot.

Also I forgot
fairytales.

But I do remember tales
of the hoary past

But it's not fairy tales
but truth.

Something not to be told
to every other listener.

You should be cautious here.

Gee, you fledglings...

Who have been frolicking
and running about:

now you want something
fascinating for your ears?

Very well then.

I will tell you about
Danila the Carver,

about his bride Katya

and about Mistress
of the Copper Mountain.

- Is it some new fairytale?
- But don't interrupt me:

if your heed
with an attentive ear,

you will as good as see

all this with your own eyes.

Now, listen...

There once lived here
a craftsman Prokopich:

he was the best in making
jewelry from malachite.

He felt the very soul
of that stone.

But Prokopich was growing old

and would suffer
from ailments.

You understand in stone,

and I know herbs: I know
which one brings strength,

which relieves rheumatism,
which - coughing.

And this one is for
fever.

Gee!

There is a guest
come to you,

Severyan himself!

Stop it, you, fierce man!

Your day of retribution
will come!

Zip your lip, you
old witch!

Mistress of the Copper Mountain
will take you!

I will send you to Siberia
for your sorcery!

When will you finish
the candlestick?

I'll finish it when
I have strength.

Barin is no fellow: he
won't listen to excuses.

He must get
what he wants.

You are getting old,
Prokopich:

any day you may die and
we'll have to bury you.

Who will carve gems
in your stead then?

I will order Efim

to bring the brightest
lads to you.

Teach them your craft.

Initiate them into
all intricacies.

But Prokopich...

Maybe he begrudged his
professional secrets,

maybe something else -
but he was a bad teacher.

He was very impatient
and quick tempered.

A stone, like any human,
has soul.

Not everyone can
understand it.

They've brought you
roguish boys:

it's beyond you
to understand stone.

What are you gazing at me?

You blockhead, you should
be gazing at the stone,

you should try to understand it!

Whom am I to teach now,
Severyan?

No one.

Nothing will come of you,
Danila!

It will be spoiled life
for you

and lashing for my back.

You know what Severyan is like.

If something happens...
he'll have no mercy.

What's on your mind, eh?

I'm not sure, grandfather.

Just fancying.

I was admiring a flower,

a bug crawling
up a blade:

a blue bug, and from
under its wings

you can see
yellow marks.

You, oaf!

To admire bugs?
You should know better!

You should tend cows
so that they won't

go astray and
be eaten by wolves.

Pah! Bugs!

Drive the cows together:

I will have a wink of
a sleep.

And don't get distracted
by foolish things.

Hey!

Play something
for me, Danila.

Play something for me
on your pipe.

Can it be Mistress of
the Copper Mountain?

Take any local boy - Prokopich
has dismissed all of them.

They'll only raise bumps
from his lessons.

And he keeps saying:
'They are wothless.'

I wish I could
flay the old devil alive!

No, you can't.
He is a unique talent.

And you really mean it -
to flay him?

At one lash?

I am not sure about
one lash,

but ten lashes would
end him for sure.

Prokopich wants to die
with his professional secret.

Have mercy!..

- It's all my blame!
- What happened?

We were careless.

Wolves have eaten
your cattle.

What?

Efim!

Flagellate him!

Don't touch him!
It was my blame.

You'll have your portion
of lashes too.

Have mercy for him:
it was my carelessness!

Gee, interceder,
my foot!

I'll teach you to take
care of your lord's property!

Efim, take the lad!

That devil!

He'll beat him to death.

You, silent one!

Moan!

You will moan!

Shall I go on?

Is he alive?

Nothing will happen
to him!

Gee, an enduring one!

I know what job to give
him,

should he survive.

Who permitted you
to touch it?

What are you poking about?

It seems to me,

you have chiseled it
from the wrong side.

Because now the stone's
pattern will be gone.

Who are you?
A craftsman?

You can't judge what
your hands don't know.

I know that you have spoiled
this block.

Spoiled?

You dare challenge me, the best
carver in the Urals?

I'll kill you!

'Spoiled it', eh?
I will show you!

Get out of my sight!

Hey, you, orphan!

Hey...

Come downstairs.
Are you deaf or what?

No, you threatened
to kill me.

- Not to fear, I'll not touch you.
- You're not lying?

Of course.

Hey, you, self-master, show me
how to work by your pattern.

Here you should make
it thinner.

Thinner, eh?

- Yes, thinner.
- Stop yakking.

I can see it without you.

Pah, you, blabber!

Your tongue works,
your hands idle.

- Along this rim...
- Enough is enough.

It's late already.

Make your bed on the bench.

There's an orphan for you!

He gave me an old master

a piece of his mind.

What an eye!

He will make a nice carver.

See nice dreams, you,
perusing one.

Sleep.

Prokopich was bereaved
of wife and children.

So he took to Danila.

He loved him as his
own son:

but he won't let him
approach his craft.

Because he took pity
on the lad.

It's understandable.

To carve malachite
was an unhealthy business.

It's stone dust getting
into your lungs.

Time was lapsing away.

Once the barin came to the factory
with an inspection.

Did you have a nice sleep,
darling?

I had an awful night.
I miss Petersburg.

When are we going there?

First one commission
is to be fulfilled.

Tell those muzhiks
to do it quickly.

Honey, you can't urge
our furnaces to be quick!

Shall we be marooned here
because of some furnaces!

Give them more fuel, let
them not be lazy.

Honey, factory furnaces
were constructed

so as to produce this much.

So, they are foolishly
constructed then.

Those muzhiks take little
care of their lords.

Prokop,

come hither.

Well, Prokop,

to put the matter of things
in an easy way...

In Paris I visited
a certain marquise.

He showed me a most
exquisite casket.

I told him I had an even more
beautiful casket here in Russia.

Marquise was fretful and he
bet half a million francs

that nothing can hold
a candle to his casket.

I swore I would bring mine
by autumn.

So, Prokop,

I need a casket better than
the marquise's.

Something to feast your
eyes on.

If you make one -
I will reward you.

If not - you'll have
to answer.

- You got it?
- Yes, sir.

Prokopich had been working
day and night.

Without sleep and food,
thinking of nothing else.

He was possessed with this work:
to make a casket for the barin.

But his work won't prosper.

Maybe it was his age and
an unseeing eye,

but an intricate pattern
was beyond him.

He has spoiled many a block
of malachite,

but nothing would come
of it.

Barin is coming on Sunday.

- Will you finish by that time?
- Yes.

Do it, or else you'll be
in trouble.

- Who is this lad?
- He lives here.

Can it be Danila the orphan?

- Where have you been?
- In the forest.

- What for?
- Catching goldfinches.

This is how you master
the craft, you rascal.

It was me who sent him
for goldfinches.

It makes life in the house
happier.

You're giving
him too much rope.

I'll show you goldfinches!

- You got it?
- Yes, Severyan.

On Sunday the barin
is coming.

I have only two days left!

Heaps of work!

Oh my Jesus.

Two days left...

But the casket...

Don't punish me, barin,
take pity on me.

Grandfather, it's me, Danila.

I'm dying to have a look
at that casket.

We're coming, honey.

Won't I get the better
of Marquise d'Chamfot!

- What?
- Run away! It's the barin!

He won't hurt you.

Where is the carver?

He is ill.

Ill? Why?

And the casket is not ready?

Barin, have mercy! I'm too
weak for this work.

Too old.

How will I ever go to Paris
now?

Marquise will make
a laughing stock out of me!

- I'll flog you to death!
- Barin...

The old man is simply
forgetting things,

because the casket
is ready.

- Ready?
- It's over there.

What's wrong with you,
old man?

It's not my work.

Some other carver
made this.

Who can it be then?

There was no such lizard
on my casket.

Shut up!

Do as you wish, but
it's not my work.

Whose work is it then?

His.

Then I want him to make
a vase: with an ornament

along the rim and with
flowers at the foot.

I want the whole vase
be like a flower.

Of course, honey.

He'll make one for you.

Did you hear?

Yes.

I'll make one.

And for this casket
take this...

Buy something for you.

Now the marquise will pay me
half a million!

Blow, blow, little wind,

Bring us tender spring

And tell to my love

About things I sing...

Danila dear!

Katya dear!

Give me a flower.

Take whichever you fancy.

Gee, you've chosen
the prettiest one!

Where did you find it?

Near Lizard Hill.
Don't lose my flower.

I won't.

They say you made a casket
in Prokopich's stead?

Yes.

Now you are making a vase
for the barin's wife?

- Yes.
- And for me?

How can I ever
forget about you.

- I won't forget.
- Danila dear.

Katya dear.

Come to the dam on Sunday.

To listen to robins
singing?

To watch the sun go down
and then rise?

Keep the flower and bring it.

Of course.

Your mind is not at peace.

The vase gives me no peace.

Why being so zealous?

I wish to make a vase

so as to grasp the magic of
stone and to show it to people.

Who will see it,
in lords' chambers?

The lords themselves and
their servants.

Stone is durable.

If not contemporaries -
the posterity will see it.

You are looking beyond
the future, lad.

It makes life interesting.

Man would flower and
then wither...

But his thoughts will
stay in his articles -

maybe for eternity.

You are trying
to overreach yourself.

What if your bride will get
married to someone else.

Katya? No, she won't.

She is very much like
myself.

She loves robins singing,

and the sun rising...

My flower...

My intricate flower...

Gee, he hasn't blown out
the candle.

This guy spares nothing
in his work.

Nothing...

He is a real craftsman.

He is second to none -

he is the pride
of our land!

Look what a wonder
he has made.

It's a perfect
piece of work!

I've been 40 years in this,
I've made 100 odd vases,

but I haven't even got near
the likes of it.

It's flawless.

An ingenious eye,
an unfaltering hand.

If you go on like this,
you'll be the best.

- What would you say, grandfather?
- Well...

It's a lofty thing!

Please, take your seats,
dear guests:

my pie is ready.

How did you manage,
Danila,

to carve it with such finesse
without making it crumble?

You have been hiding yourself
for the whole summer.

Forgetting me.

Forgetting you?

Can't you see: I've carved
out 'your' flower.

Truly so.

Does it mean you have been
thinking about me?

But I thought you forgot me.

I was thinking about you.

But I fell short in
making the flower.

Congratulations with
the finished work!

God grant it, you'll make
even better articles.

- Here is to Danila the carver!
- We are the best!

We have not only
roller men,

but carvers too.

- Something to be proud of.
- It's like a real flower!

Alas, it is short of the living
beauty of a flower.

Stone is dead matter:
you can't make it breathe.

I want to make something
as living as living can be.

I want to concentrate in stone

the beauty of a living
flower,

the beauty which will never
wither.

Don't you step onto
this plank in your strivings:

you may end a servant of
Mistress of the Copper Mountain!

- What servant?
- Her worker.

They live and work
in the Mountain.

They have grasped
the beauty of stone

because they saw
the Stone Flower.

The Stone Flower?

What is it like?

Simple folk have never
seen it.

Once you see it, you become
aloof to earthly life.

I wish I could see it.

Are you tired of your
earthly life?

Don't confuse the lad
with your tall tales.

He is too much a philosopher
as it is.

The Stone Flower doesn't
exist!

It does exist!

I was looking for it
when I was young:

but they cut my wings!

The old man is becoming
senile!

Ignat,
sing us a carol.

Your Katya
is a nice singer, too.

Hens sing like cockerels,
and I wonder:

Wives have their husbands
knuckles under.

You are wonderful.

You made a vase for someone
else, thinking about me.

This is what matters.

At first you
didn't see this.

Because I was thinking
about something else.

- But now I see.
- After I told you.

It's your first work.

Then you'll be making
progress to a higher step.

That would a high-most step.

And I won't reach it
without the Stone Flower.

No! You believed
the old man's words:

but he is out of his mind
and not sober, too.

Also, you're exhausted
with your work.

You have so cloudy looks.

My star-eyed one!

We'll get married and
you'll be all right.

Your den is empty.

We shall buy us a cow.

I guess, the barin's wife will
reward you for the vase.

A cow?

We'll buy one.

Katya, come on, let us
sing songs!

You coming with me or
you want to linger here?

After a drink you're
dreaming about the Stone Flower.

You, staring at the lassie's
beauty.

It will cost you a fortune.

Come hither.
Let us talk.

Do not be afraid.

I'm not afraid.

Well, Danila the carver,

you are not satisfied
with the vase?

Yes, I am not.

Come with me, Danila dear,

I will show you the Stone Flower.

Where is it?

Come snow, wait
at the Lizard Hill.

What's going on?

You have funereal looks.

Oh, Katya.

My head is killing me.

No end of patterns
swirling before my eyes.

Let's take a walk.

The draft will cool off
your headache.

Me too, I began imagining
things.

Must be because it's stuffy
in the house.

Give him some
enchanting potion.

He'll get married and
stop daydreaming.

The carvers wonder:
what else can he want?

He has made a perfect vase -
what is pricking him?

Stop torturing
the poor girl!

Wait.

I'm thinking about
smashing the vase!

We've agreed with Katya
that she will wait.

The vase is ready.

You can't ask for more.

Maybe it's my limit

and I'll never grasp
the magic of stone.

Truly so, it's high time
that we get married.

Katya is suffering.

So am I.

They are coming!

Welcome us, don't say no,
welcome us with a bow.

Into the house we would pile:
welcome us with a smile.

The business is done and sealed
with bread and salt.

For ages upon ages. Amen.

Pray, tell, us, dear bride...

Pray, tell, us, dear bride:

Who is standing by your side?

It's your happy day tonight.

Have our potluck,
oh dear matchmakers.

Fall to, dear guests.

Treat yourselves,
in the love of God,

for their love
to be for all times.

Pray, tell me,
who's the head of the family?

Oh, rose, you're so fine!
Oh, you velvety grapevine!

Can't you see? - Danila
is the head of the family!

Oh, rose, you're so fine!
Oh, you velvety grapevine!

Why the lassie loves the guy?
Why?

From his tender glance
to blush at once.

What you baked in the stove -

give to us with your love!

If not - cross yourself!

I was born on the holiday
of the Protective Veil!

Oh, sweet berry - raspberry
in the yonder dale.

A happy engagement.

On the Holiday of the Mistress
of the Copper Mountain.

At midnight the Stone Flower
will come into blossom.

Be sure and come
to the Lizard Hill.

I will be waiting for you,
Danila.

Father and Mother,

bless the young prince
and his princess.

Danila!

Danila!

Come to the Lizard Hill.

I will show you
the Stone Flower.

So, you have come.

Have you broken
that vase?

Yes, I have.

Show me the Stone Flower.

You may wish later you
hadn't seen it.

Because you won't let
me go?

What made you think so?

You are free to go away,
only you won't wish it.

Show it to me all the same!

What about your bride
Catherine?

I can't live without
the Stone Flower.

Very well, let's go.

Look, this is all
my realm.

Let's go further.

This is
my most precious place.

Let's sit down and talk.

Now you have seen my dowry.

Will you take me for wife?

No, I came only that
you show me the Stone Flower.

- Will you love me then?
- I love someone else.

Well, let's go then,
Danila the carver.

Now I will make a vase

no one has ever cast
his eyes upon!

So Katya was left alone.

Not a wife yet,
but a widow already.

So Danila hasn't died!

Maybe he's in
the Copper Mountain?

There is no finding him now!

Is there any word from Danila?

I have a foreboding.

Something bad has happened.

A drowned man has been
washed ashore.

The raftsmen buried him.

They say it was our Danila.

It's all empty talk.

I was asking around: nobody
saw this happen.

I will move to your place
and take care of you.

What about your father
and mother?

You are not a stranger to me:

you are Danila's stepfather!

Thank you, Katya,

for not forgetting me,
an old man.

My eyes can't see patterns
any longer.

You could teach me
to some elementary things.

It's not for a girl
to carve malachite.

It's a thing unheard-of!

They've come again.

Enticing you with their songs.

You could go and take
a walk.

Why should I?

You're still waiting for him?

Of course I am!

Waiting for someone who
is dead long ago!

No one has seen him dead.

And he lives in my heart.

This work doesn't
make me happy.

People won't see this flower.

It's ready!

Aren't you smart.

Polish another brooch

and I will lie down and
have some rest.

I wish Danila saw

he has a craftswoman
in his house now!

She is working in Danila's
and Prokopich's stead.

Get up, father, I've
baked some corncakes.

Father!

I have no strength
in me.

I'll go to Vikorikha
and bring some potion.

- I'm dying.
- No, you are not!

How will you live then?

Now you'll have...

to get married
all the same.

Danila will be back.

No, he won't.

Only you can appreciate
the beauty of my stones.

Your work fills me
with happiness.

I have finished the vase.

Let me go! I beg of you!

You thought about Katya
again?

I keep dreaming about her!

You will never see your
Katya! Never!

Do you need malachite
brooches?

Can't you see I have
plenty?

Are you trying to master
man's craft?

All right, show it to me.

Whom did you steal it from?

How dare you
calumniate people

without knowing them?

You are not blind: how
can you steal

this many brooches with
identical patterns?

It's a whimsical pattern, too.

Take the money, beauty.

If you make more, be sure
and bring them:

I will buy them there and then.

Gee, how much I was paid!

He said, he will buy
brooches from me now.

This is just the right
block I want.

I will make many a brooch
from it.

Can it be Danila
is helping me?

Blow, blow, little wind,

Bring me strength, oh bring,

And tell to my Danila

About things I sing...

What are you prying for
in my forest?

Looking for some cute
block of stone?

Take any - and go away.

I have no need in
that dead stone of yours!

I need my Danila!

You, stealing
other girls' bridegrooms!

Do you know whom you are
speaking to?

Of course I do!

But I'm not afraid of you,
you wretched woman!

No matter what, Danila is still
attached to me!

Try and find your Danila!

You will remain
my worker forever!

Yes, you have power and
possess magic,

but my love is stronger
than you.

I'll go away all the same!

Try and do this!

Why haven't you left, eh?

I will not marry you,
ever.

I feel for you, Danila.

Don't you feel for me?

I won't diminish your beauty.

But I have Katya
in my heart.

Katya has forgotten
you long ago!

I will never believe this!

Very well then...

Danila!

Danila!

Danila dear!

Katya dear!

Great for you, Danila.

You haven't betrayed Katya
because of some stone lady:

nor have you coveted
my wealth.

I was testing you.

You may have your
craftsman, Katya.

And here is my gift
for your faithfulness.

My favorite casket.

Danila, for you staunchness,

all you saw here will not
be erased from your memory.

Forgive me for judging
you rashly.

You can't hurt the feelings
of stone.

Keep mum, Danila, about
where you lived

and about my wealth, too.

Let it be discovered
a long time hereafter.

Now - go.