Meri Poppins, do svidaniya (Mary Poppins, Goodbye / Мэри Поппинс, до свидания)

USSR State Committee on TV and Radio Broadcasting

Creative Association of TV Films

Fantasy told by P. Trevers interpreted in a new manner

"Good-bye, Mary Poppins"

Screenplay by Vladimir Valutsky

Music by Maxim Dunaevsky

D.O.P Valentin Piganov

Art director Victor Petrov

Sound Yuri Rabinovich

Editor Inna Brozhovskaya

Lyrics by Naum Olev Choreography by Azaryi Plisetsky

Directed by Tamara Vladimirtseva

Camera E. Kerch Makeup L. Kulikova, G. Koroleva

Costumes Alina Budnikova

State Film Symphony Orchestra conducted by Sergei Skripka

Soloists Tatiana Voronina, Pavel Smeyan

Special effects: camera V. Yakubovich, designer I. Ivanova

Consultant V. Belyansky, editor Naumova, musical editor Lapisov

Produced by Lazar Milkis

Cast:

Mary Poppins - Natalia Andreichenko

Mister Banks - A. Filozov Mrs. Banks - L. Udovichenko

Michael - F. Rukavishnikov Jane - A. Plisetskaya, Robertson - L. Ulfsak

Mrs. Lark - Irina Skobtseva Admiral Boom - Z. Gerdt

Madam Corry - Marina Nudga Sir Louis - Gali Abaidulov

Elderly man - S. Sokolovsky Watchman - Igor Yasulovich, Bob Gudetti - Leonid Kanevsky

Policeman - E. Levin, postman - Y. Moroz Official - I. Rutberg, butcher - P. Babakov, marble boy - V. Karklinsh

Director Leonid Kvinikhidze

PART ONE "Lady Perfection"

- Good morning, sir. - Good morning. Any news?

Nothing much, sir. 3 murders, 107 petty larcenies,

an earthquake in South Cockatoo and...

... a flying saucer, sir. Anything new on your street?

- New? On our street? - Hurry up, hurry up!

- On our street? - I'm coming, mister Willkins.

I'm waiting. Hurry!

I couldn't sleep all night, I am so eager to hear...

... the end of the story with Astute Bill!

In last night's edition the fearless detective finds out...

... that the stolen diamonds are in the possession of a woman.

I hope you will find out who she is, Mr. Willkins. - Thank you.

Eddie! My boy went out without a raincoat!

Eddie! Don't you ever come near those awful stray dogs!

- Ed, come home! - Good morning, miss Lark.

Good morning. Just look at this monster.

To say nothing of his pedigree. Half poodle, half terrier.

And he took the worst from both.

Here's your "Dog Herald" with the results of the exhibition.

Thank you so much.

How many times did I tell you to stay away from stray dogs!

Go away, fleabag!

Stay where you are!

- Good morning, admiral Boom. - Are they here yet?

- Thank god, not yet! - The flying saucer still there?

The papers write that chances of aliens coming here are...

I don't care what they write!

If there are chances, that means there is a threat.

- Put your stupid papers into the mailbox. - Yes, sir.

Wait! What is the weather outside?

The cool westward wind intensifies, admiral.

The devices fail me again! God damn my spleen!

Morning, mister Robertson. Writing a new song?

- What's it about this time? - Listen.

Hey you, villainous nanny Cathy,

You left, and the children have no nanny.

There's noise and din all over the place.

All hell broke loose without a nanny!

And I go on condemning her, only I didn't write that yet.

My sympathy. It is your ad in the morning paper:

"Jane and Michael Banks, to say nothing of their parents..."

- And I should add, their uncle. - Oh yes, uncle.

"... are in need of a good nanny or governess...

who would go for a meagre salary. Urgent." - Yes.

I hope you wouldn't have to wait long.

Hold this, will you?

Hey you, underground admiral!

Quit the masquerade!

Join in.

Hey you, underground admiral!

Quit your masquerade!

Underground admiral, quit your masquerade!

"... a good nanny... meagre salary. Address: 17, Cherry St."

Now all we have to do is wait until nannies come queuing...

... at our porch, eager to get the most meagre salary.

If we can't offer a big salary,

... it is better that we say so in the first place.

So far, if crowds do gather at your porch,

... it is to marvel at your dear brother - the idler.

Don't you dare call him that. He writes songs!

He needs peace and seclusion, and I personally...

I personally understand him very well.

Father, what else do they write about the flying saucer?

Maybe. If I were you I would mind...

my own saucers and not stick my nose where it doesn't belong.

Oh, my god!

Another earthquake in South Cockatoo!

Your children are left without a nanny!

But I just bought shares of "Cockatoo-orange Co."

I think I am on the verge of having a nervous breakdown.

You don't concern yourself with problems of world economy!

I'm enough concerned with having to economize on everything.

If you wouldn't...

... waste so much time on your "Cherry Street Women's League",

... I'm sure the issue with the nanny wouldn't be that acute.

So you think women of Cherry St. must bear with admiral Boom's...

Admiral Boom is not a fool in the first place...

A reliable cover from aliens wouldn't hurt nowadays.

- Yes. - George, what are you conceiving this time?

Nothing. Only to go to work.

- Make money. Make money, darling. - Father!

Father! You promised to tell us where money comes from.

Your mother will better tell you where it disappears.

Have you finished your milk? Go to your bedroom and play.

Did you hear what your father said? March to your room!

- Jane. - I'm coming.

There was a blue luminescence, then the object disappeared.

Sir Timothy Green from the Observer smiled skeptically...

and remarked that people are disposed to wishful thinking.

I can only say that the Eastern wind is intensifying,

the night will be cool, and tomorrow it will start raining.

Naum Nohl from the Times wrote: "Bad weather is popular today".

But let's not grieve, instead let us think about our health.

And now - morning exercises!

- Shall we play "Hit-ship"? - We played it yesterday.

What's new?

Admiral Boom is wiping his periscope. And cursing.

- It's his favorite "God damn my spleen!"? - Can't hear.

Mrs. Lark came out into the garden, Robert is in his tent.

Michael! What was that?

- I think it was it. - What?

The saucer!

Remember, dad said they were luminescent.

Look!

My name is Mary Poppins.

Yes, yes, of course. Please do come in.

You'll see, they are very obedient children.

And you will have no problems with them.

You do have references from the Nannies' Union?

My rule: no references.

- But everyone must... - A very old-fashioned custom.

Totally outdated and useless.

Please. The children's room is upstairs.

Jane, Michael, meet your new nanny - Mary Poppins.

So it's a deal then?

Almost. If I find it suitable.

- Do you want to take us? - Michael, mind your manners.

I accept the job,

... Mrs. Banks.

"I accept the job, Mrs. Banks".

One would think she was doing us a favor.

Why not?

Dammit! The Antarctic Bank went bankrupt!

My money is lost again. I knew it! I knew it!

I'm in stress!

When you were a common clerk, we weren't afraid of anything.

A man is bound to get lucky some time.

Mr. Banks, would you turn off that music, if you please.

I personally prefer live music.

- What's live music? - All in it's time.

It is live music that gives me real pleasure.

I hope, you feel the same.

And remember once and for all:

... Mary Poppins doesn't repeat twice.

She must have come here in a flying saucer.

I knew right away. You are a humanoid.

You came so suddenly, as if you were carried by a gust of wind.

It is exactly so.

Do you understand?

I understand!

Speaking of live music.

Piano by "Madam Corry", early 20 century, modern.

But that doesn't mean you don't have to drink up your milk.

And now...

Go to sleep!

Mary Poppins, you won't ever leave us, will you?

You won't leave us?

Another word from that corner, and I will call a policeman.

We just wanted to say, we...

... know you will stay with us for a long time.

I will.

I will stay, until the wind changes direction.

It is so good!

It is wonderful!

From year to year the weather changes.

Bad weather becomes popular nowadays. Bad weather!

Water gushes in on us from the sky as though from a water-pipe.

Bad weather stays on for 6 months, and there's nowhere...

Bad weather stays on for 6 months, and there's nowhere...

There's nowhere we can hide,

But we can't delay our life for later.

There's nowhere we can hide, but somewhere there...

there's someone in the rain looking for you!

The fearful peals of thunder from dusk till dawn...

Bad weather is the atonement for the people's sins.

Not angina, not common cold. It is a worse disaster.

Bad weather stays on for 6 months, and there's nowhere...

Bad weather stays on for 6 months, and there's nowhere...

There's nowhere we can hide,

But we can't delay our life for later.

There's nowhere we can hide, but somewhere there...