The Snow Queen (Снежная королева)

Soyuzmultfilm Moscow 1957

THE SNOW QUEEN

Based on the fairy tale by Hans Christian Andersen

Screenplay: L. Grebner, L. Atamanov, N. Erdman

Song Lyrics: M. Svetlov

Directed by: L. Atamanov

Art Directors: A. Vinokurov, I. Shvartsman

Assistant Director: N. Fedorov Director of Photography: M. Druyan

Composer: A. Aivasyan

Sound: N. Prilutsky

Editor: L. Kyaksht

Animators: F. Khitruk, E. Khludova, K. Chikin, R. Mirenkova,

T. Fyodorova, V. Krumin, L. Reztsova, V. Likhachev,

I. Podgorsky, V. Dolgikh, E. Komova, G. Novozhilov

Animators' Assistants: B. Korneev, L. Model, A. Dudnikov

Director's Assistants: V. Shilina, L. Goryacheva, N. Orlova

Camera Operator's Assistants: N. Klimova, E. Rizo

Background Painters: I. Svetlitsa, O. Gemmerling,

P. Korobayev, D. Anpilov

Production Manager: F. Ivanov

Parts voiced by:

Ole-Lukoie: V. Gribkov

Gerda: Y. Zheimo

Kay: A. Komolova

Snow Queen: M. Babanova

Little Robber Girl: G. Kozhakina

Hans Christian Andersen "Fairy Tales and Stories"

Wait. Wait.

First umbrella.

Second umbrella.

Hmm.

Hans Christian Andersen "Fairy Tales and Stories"

Well, hello there.

I'm very glad to see you.

Hello to you too,

dear friend of all the children in the world,

Hans Christian Andersen.

Birds, flowers,

chairs, and even this old cupboard...

all told him their fairy tales and stories.

He learned a few tales from me as well.

He said about me,

"No one in the world knows more fairy tales

than Ole-Lukoie."

Oh!

I forgot to introduce myself.

My name is Ole-Lukoie.

The ancients used to call me the God of Dreams.

But judge for yourself... do I really look like a god?

I'm just a little man who works magic.

At nights,

when your lay your head on your pillow

and get under your blanket,

I creep up on tiptoe

to each of you

and blow gently on the back of your head...

When I do that, you shut your eyes

and you...

fall asleep.

Then I open my little umbrella...

this one, with all the colors,

over all the good, kind children.

Then I twirl it just like this...

and all night long they dream

about wonderful fairy tales!

This is the other umbrella.

It's for the naughty children.

I open it

and they fall asleep as well,

but they just lie there like logs

and don't have any dreams at all.

But since I have no doubt

that all of you are very good,

nice, obedient,

and you aren't bullies or lazybones,

I'll tell you a wonderful fairy tale.

Listen and watch.

In front of you

is an ancient town.

Gerda, Gerda,

you are watering the street.

Oh, what have I done?

Good thing that he didn't look up.

There isn't a cloud in the sky!

Look, look!

A swallow brought a little flower.

Yes.

I want to give you a present too.

Here, I grew it for you.

And I grew this one for you, Gerda.

Thank you.

Kay, let's plant them in one pot.

All right.

Like that.

And let them be inseparable.

Just like us.

- And let them be friends. - Just like us.

And let them love each other.

And let them love each other,

- just like us. - Yes.

- Kay! - Gerda!

I'm coming!

I'm coming!

Goodbye, Gerda.

Goodbye, Kay.

They loved each other very much.

During summer they played in their airy garden,

and when the rains began,

followed by winter

with its long nights,

Kay visited Gerda,

and Gerda's grandmother

told the children fairy tales.

How marvelous it is, children, to listen

to the logs crackling on the fire

when it's cold out!

Look, the snow is falling again,

and every snowflake

is like a little white bee.

Grandmother, tell us,

where do these white bee snowflakes come from?

From the north.

They fly here over cold seas,

in icy winds,

through blizzards and fogs.

They are loyal servants

of the Snow Queen.

An ice palace stands there.

The Snow Queen herself lives in that palace.

Is she beautiful?

Words cannot describe how beautiful she is.

She's made entirely of ice,

of brilliant, sparkling ice,

but she's alive.

Her eyes shine like stars,

but there's no warmth in them.

There are many wonders in her cold palace.

There is an ice mirror there.

The Snow Queen gazes in it

and she sees all her dominions...

boundless snowy fields,

seas locked in ice.

Often at night

she flies through city streets

and peers in windows.

There she is!

She's looking at us.

What are you scared of?

There's no one there,

scaredy cat.

Can she, the Snow Queen I mean,

come inside our home?

Let her try!

I'll put her on the hot stove,

and she'll melt!

On the hot stove!

And she'll just melt!

I charm you, ice splinters,

I charm you with my magic power.

Fly away in the howling wind,

Fly around the world and pierce

The eyes and the hearts of these foolish people.

And the one who has a splinter in his eye

Will only see bad things around him,

And the one who has a splinter in his heart

Will become evil and only do evil deeds.

Let it be so. Fly!

What a blizzard!

Let's look!

The Snow Queen!

She's looking into our window!

Hurry up, close the window.

I got a sharp icicle in my eye.

And another here in my heart!

Let me see.

Never mind. I'm fine.

It must have fallen out.

Our poor flowers!

Throw them in the garbage!

Grandma, Grandma!

Don't cry, Gerda.

Don't cry.

Poor Kay!

His heart has turned

into a lump of ice.

He became mean to Gerda

and even mocked the grandmother!

And all because of the ice splinter

in his eye and his heart.

Well, watch what happened next.

Kay!

Kay! Kay!

Can I ride with you, Kay?

You'll fall, and then you'll cry.

You used to let me ride with you before

and I never fell.

And if I fall I won't cry.

You never fell?

And you won't cry?

All right, get on.