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Gorky Film Studio

Second Artists' Association

THE KINGDOM OF CROOKED MIRRORS

Based on the story

by Vitaly GUBAREV

Screenplay by Vitaly GUBAREV

with participation of L. ARKADIEV

Directed by Alexander ROW

Photography by

V. DULTSEV, L. AKIMOV

Production Designers

A.KLOPOTOVSKY, A.VAGICHEV

Music by A. FILIPPENKO

Sound by A. DIKAN

Tatiana Kameneva

Cast

Olia - Olia YUKINA

Ailo - Tanya YUKINA

Grandmother - M. BARYSHEVA

Dneirf - A. STAPRAN

Evals - I. KUZNETSOV

Aunt Lesaew - T. NOSOVA

King Torrap 77 - A. KUBATSKY

Most Important Minister Daot -

A. TSINMAN

Important Minister Etik - A. FAI

Elitper - L. VERTINSKAYA

Most Important Master of Ceremonies -

G. MILLYAR

Important Master of Ceremonies -

P. PAVLENKO

Royal Chef - A. KHVYLIA

Drum Major - V. BRYLEYEV

Tar - V. ALTAISKAYA

A new movie "Abracadabra"

Children under 16 are not admitted.

Grandma!

- What is it?

- It's so dark! I'm scared!

- You chickenheart.

- No, I am not!

Oh, my goodness!

You're just not yourself!

What do you mean?

It's me, just like always.

Don't pick your nose.

It's not proper.

Big deal!

Those absurd expressions again!

Take a look in the mirror.

You look like a monster.

I'm not a monster!

- Stop clowning!

- I look nice!

We're going to wash up, change

and look neat.

- It's cold!

- A capricious child.

You're going to freeze the child!

Why are you so late?

I've got my leg chafed.

And why did you yell?

Where's your key?

- Which key?

- To the entrance door.

- I don't know.

- You always lose things.

I'm going to tell your parents about

everything when they're back.

Me too!

Stop teasing the parrot.

All right, calm down.

I won't tell anybody.

- Neither about the apron?

- Neither about the apron.

- Honest?

- Honest.

I'm going to the janitor to get

a spare key.

I'm hungry!

We'll have dinner as soon as

your parents are home.

I'm thirsty!

And don't touch sweets. I don't

want you to spoil your appetite.

Oh, child, if only you could look

at yourself

from the outside, with other people's

eyes.

Oh, grandma, grandma...

I see nothing wrong.

A girl like any other.

In fact, a very good-looking girl

from any side.

I'm a girl who's ever cheerful,

Endearing, not fearful,

I'm a girl who's even beautiful

From every practical side.

And people love me, cheerful,

Endearing, not fearful,

From every side even beautiful,

They love me very much.

Be quiet.

Behave yourself.

Whatever I want I'm allowed,

My every wish is humored,

What has been put in the cupboard

Was put there for me!

For me?

For me!

- I'll tell on you!

- Tattletale!

Ah, Olia, Olia...

Who is it?

It's me, the mirror.

Mirrors don't talk.

I'm not an ordinary mirror,

I'm a magic mirror.

Magic? Like in fairy tales?

Yes, a fairy-tale mirror.

- Who are you, girl?

- I'm your reflection.

My name is Ailo, and yours is Olia.

How did you guess?

Because if I'm your reflection,

then I must have the same name,

but back to front.

Interesting.

So Ailo is Olia read backwards?

- And where's Barsik?

- I don't know.

Barsik!

- Where are we?

- I don't know yet.

There was at Grandma's

A little gray goat.

- One-two, one-two...

- A big fatty goat.

The little gray goat

Was adored by the Grandma.

- One-two, one-two...

- Was cooked by the Grandma.

The little gray goat

went running to forest.

- One-two, one-two...

- She has eaten the goat.

Granddads!

- What?

- Who?

Have you seen our Barsiks?

Who are granddads here?

Him.

Oh, him! You're a granddad!

No, it's you!

- We're granddads?

- Yes.

Look over there.

Do we look like granddads?

- You got it?

- Not really.

I'm the Important Master of Ceremonies

of the most royal of all kings...

And I'm the Most Important

Master of Ceremonies!

All right, let him

reign forever,

our King Torrap!

Let him reign!

- Torrap?

- Parrot.

It's not funny!

You're in the most crooked

Kingdom of Crooked Mirrors!

Is this the Kingdom

of Crooked Mirrors?

That's right.

And you're on your last legs,

grandmas.

You're wrong.

We're third-grade pupils.

Third-grade pupils?

That's right.

Well, look in there.

What are you going to say now,

old hags?

Attention,

proceeding in the grand promenade

are Her Majesty the Dowager Queen

and Their Highnesses

the Marriageable Princesses!

Who let the cats out?

These are our Barsiks!

That's them! Make them into soap!

What an embarrassment!

A scandal!

Where are you going?

You won't get away from me!

We're going to teach you a lesson,

Dneirf!

- Dneirf?

- Friend.

Don't dare beating the child!

Police!

Stop it!

You can't beat children!

The Important Minister Etik!

- Etik?

- Kite.

- What's up?

- Mister Important Minister!

Dneirf refuses to make

crooked mirrors.

- He refuses?

- Yes, sir!

Shake him well!

- Good for him!

- He's a real boy!

Why won't you make crooked mirrors?

Because they're lying!

Shut up!

No, I won't!

In the name of the most royal of kings,

King Torrap,

throw Dneirf into the Death Tower!

Let's go to the palace, to the king!

Quick!

We'll demand that Dneirf be set free!

Let's go.

That's where the king must live.

Look at those giants!

They're probably sick.

My dad calls people like them

loafers and idlers.

- Who?

- The king's dancers.

- Where?

- To the king!

- Why?

- For the ball!

You may pass.

Shall we try it too?

Let's do it.

- Who?

- We.

- Where?

- To the king!

- Why?

- To talk!

No children under 16 are admitted!

Just like at the movies.

What an appetite King has!

Our king just loves to eat,

Cooks prepare all kind of treat!

All day long they fry the steaks,

All day long they bake the cakes,

Cooking chickens, cooking ham,

Cooking pheasants, cooking lamb,

Pickles, jam, sweet and sour,

For the king all to devour.

Oh, I wish that first...

our king should burst!

Olia, I'm hungry, I'm thirsty.

Stop it! They're taking

foodstuffs to the palace.

- So what?

- You'll see!

- Who?

- The king's carriers!

- Where?

- To the kitchen!

- Why?

- Foodstuffs for the king!

You may pass.

- What's that?

- Forty pairs of pheasants.

The most grown, most ripe!

You yourselves are ripe already,

my dears.

Where are you going? Enough for today.

Aren't they good!

Those, too.

This will do.

Not bad.

Look at those pheasants!

Baby pheasants.

We're not pheasants!

- Not baby pheasants!

- What are you then?

We're girls!

And how have you gotten

in this basket?

We lost our way.

Lost your way?

Do you know what happens to those

who come to the palace uninvited?

We know.

They say it so matter-of-factly

as if I asked them whether

they knew their names!

Lesaew!

- Lesaew?

- Which means, Weasel.

The pheasants!

They haven't been plucked yet?

Nor drawn yet?

I'll send in kitchen help and...

Don't.

I'll do it myself,

pluck and draw them.

And you better rest meanwhile,

sleep for an hour or two.

A good idea.

I'm going to have a nap

for an hour or two.

It was a near escape!

Get up, my little pheasants!

We must rescue Dneirf.

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