The Adventures of Buratino (Приключения Буратино)

Who brings a kind fairy tale into your home?

Who is familiar to you since you were a baby?

Who's not a scientist or a poet, And yet conquered the whole world?

Who's recognized at once by all

Tell us, what's he called?

BU-,

RA-,

TI-,

NO.

BU-RA-TI-NO!

He wears a cap but he's no dunce,

He'll trick his enemy more than once.

In its tracks, he'll stop riffraff And he will make his buddies laugh.

He'll be here unless he's stalled,

Can you tell us what's he called?

BU-,

RA-,

TI-,

NO.

BU-RA-TI-NO!

Where he goes, he's recognized,

He's not a puppet, he's alive.

He knows how to make people happy, And that's why he's so lucky.

Everybody sings songs about him, Tell us, do you know his name?

BU-,

RA-,

TI-,

NO.

BU-RA-TI-NO!

BU-,

RA-,

TI-,

NO.

Wow!

Great log

I could make

a leg for a table

Or something else out of it.

Little voice: Ha-Ha!

Ouch! You're hurting me

What's that!

- Hello, Giuseppe! - H-hello.

Why are you sitting on the floor?

I have lost a screw. And what did you think?

Nothing, really.

My street organ has broken..

I don't know how I'm going to earn my living now.

- Ouch! - Ouch ...

I know! It's very simple!

- Here, take this log. - The log?

What do I need the log for?

You can carve a puppet out of it, and go from house to house with it.

Giuseppe, you're a genius!

- What do you think? - The log, you say...

Well, alright, OK, give me your log.

Hey, Purple Nose! Don't you hear what you're told?

Hurry up!

It's not me! It's not me!

- Have you lost your mind? - It's not me! Not me! Not me!

"Not me!?" Are you saying I hit myself on the leg?

- No, it wasn't you. - Then who was it?

It wasn't you or me It was...!

So who was it?

Sshhh!

It was this.

- What do you mean – “this”? - The log!

- Oh, the log... - The log.

So on top of everything, Purple Nose, you are a liar, too!

What? Are you going to yell at me!

Come here, I'll show you!

No, you come here! I'll grab you by the nose!

Hit him hard! And you hit him!

Get him from the left! Get him from the right!

Hit him right on the nose!

Ouch!

Giuseppe, are you alive?

Yes.

I think somebody made us get into this fight.

What do you think?

I think so too, Carlo!

Why don't you make up then!

- Peace? - Peace!

- Just to be safe. - Of course.

- Because anything can happen. - Of course...

Look at these tender souls!

It's more fun to fight!

We are good folk,

We set out as soon as it gets dark.

We light up streetlamps,

We are almost magicians.

We march on, and on, and on,

Into the dark, dark, dark.

To give people light, light, light,

As if it's day, day, day.

We don't play hide-and-seek

With midnight.

We want all secrets and mysteries,

to come out into the light of day.

We march on, and on, and on,

Into the dark, dark, dark.

To give people light, light, light,

As if it's day, day, day.

Out of fragrant curlicues,

Wood shavings and chips

To be my helper in my old age,

And to make you happy

A wooden boy

Will come out very very soon.

He'll keep me company

When I hit the streets with my street organ.

He's almost ready -

My kind little guy.

I will breath hope into him

And give him clothes.

He'll save us from sadness,

And give us everything we need.

He'll keep me company

When I hit the streets with my street organ.

Ouch!

The nose, I think,

is a little too long.

OK, let's take a look,

To see what you can do.

There.

Oh!

One more time!

Like this!

Go like this.

And one,

And two.

That's right, kid!

Good, good!

Stop!

This is how you'll go to school.

Wait, how are you going to go to school?

You don't have an ABC book.

ABC book... A-B-C...

Aha!

Stay home,

behave yourself,

and I'll be right back.

How many times do I have to tell you, Buratino, don't touch the street organ.

It's old. See, you broke it?

No I didn't!

Take pity on your old father!

You are all he has.

Don't you understand, Buratino, if there is no street organ,

there'll nothing, to help you earn money for your daily bread

and you'll die of hunger and cold.

Hahaha.

We won't die!

Poor Carlo.

He had such high hopes that you'll be his helper and companion,

And you'll wander the streets together...

The streets? Hahaha! Ouch!

Aha! It serves you right!

Don't laugh at your elders!

I'm sick and tired of you!

Where is Papa Carlo?

I'm hungry!

Oh!

Damn, this is beautiful!

Oh no, Buratino,

stop swearing.

This is not a good start in life.

Sooo... You think that if you can talk,

then I must listen to all the nonsense you say?

I've been living in this room for a hundred years.

A hundred? That's enough for you! I live here now!

Listen, Buratino,

stop fooling around, and go to school.

Not gonna! Let me live!

OK, go ahead, “live”. But for your miserable life...

- ...I won't give a dry dead fly. - And why is that?

Because your head is wooden and empty.

So you are gonna call me names!

You old bug!

Ah!

Terrible adventures await you, Buratino.

You still here?

I pity you. You'll cry bitter tears.

Crawl out of here!

Why are you sneaking around here in the corners?

I will sneak around wherever I want. It's my place!

You think so, hahaha! All the crumbs here are mine!

What?!

- AAHHH! - I am not a cricket you can mistreat!

Papa Carlo! Where are you? Cricket! Help!

You!

Silly wooden thing.

Don't chew with your mouth open!

Aha! There!

Ah!

And what's this?

This is your ABC book.

You'll use it at school.

- Papa Carlo! - What?

The cricket told me to go to school too.

That's right, kid.

The cricket is very wise, listen to his advice.