Pereval Page #2
- Year:
- 1988
- 31 min
- 24 Views
is the cabin where I was born.
Number 44.
In an ordinary life,
you can't run into yourself.
But here...
Here, tied to the crib,
he saw an unfinished milk bottle.
The milk had frozen,
but you could thaw it and finish drinking.
Come back sixteen years later,
and finish it.
At that moment,
listening to that rattle,
and remembering its sound,
Oleg fully understood
the reality of the ship.
Moments of beauty are rare in life
But there's plenty of unbelief and toil
Thoughts of the past
line our pale faces with creases
Thoughts of the future
are full of leaden worry
The present doesn't exist
So between the two shores,
without happiness, hopes or gods
So sometimes,
to remember that we are still alive,
We divert our hearts
with another man's game
Let mirages of happiness
with sweet longing rise up again
Let them fool us into thinking
that beauty lives in the castle of death
Age-old fairytales and blue birds
are welcome guests
Our forgotten tears
tremble within those fables...
Oleg, answer it!
Tell them we're here.
Don't just stand there!
It's some kind of mechanism.
I don't know how to respond.
But I'll take books with me.
Many books.
I'll study, and we'll return here again.
And I'll let Earth know where we are.
The goat!
He was waiting for us!
Guys, it's a she-goat.
A doe!
And so they went.
Dick and Oleg pulled the sleigh,
and Mariana steered it from behind.
The goat and her kids came last,
whining for food.
Even when they got to the forest,
with mushrooms and roots,
she still wanted condensed milk.
But like the travelers, she didn't know...
that the sweet white substance
was called "condensed milk."
Written by Kir Bulychev
Directed by V. Tarasov
Translation
Translate and read this script in other languages:
Select another language:
- - Select -
- 简体中文 (Chinese - Simplified)
- 繁體中文 (Chinese - Traditional)
- Español (Spanish)
- Esperanto (Esperanto)
- 日本語 (Japanese)
- Português (Portuguese)
- Deutsch (German)
- العربية (Arabic)
- Français (French)
- Русский (Russian)
- ಕನ್ನಡ (Kannada)
- 한국어 (Korean)
- עברית (Hebrew)
- Gaeilge (Irish)
- Українська (Ukrainian)
- اردو (Urdu)
- Magyar (Hungarian)
- मानक हिन्दी (Hindi)
- Indonesia (Indonesian)
- Italiano (Italian)
- தமிழ் (Tamil)
- Türkçe (Turkish)
- తెలుగు (Telugu)
- ภาษาไทย (Thai)
- Tiếng Việt (Vietnamese)
- Čeština (Czech)
- Polski (Polish)
- Bahasa Indonesia (Indonesian)
- Românește (Romanian)
- Nederlands (Dutch)
- Ελληνικά (Greek)
- Latinum (Latin)
- Svenska (Swedish)
- Dansk (Danish)
- Suomi (Finnish)
- فارسی (Persian)
- ייִדיש (Yiddish)
- հայերեն (Armenian)
- Norsk (Norwegian)
- English (English)
Citation
Use the citation below to add this screenplay to your bibliography:
Style:MLAChicagoAPA
"Pereval" Scripts.com. STANDS4 LLC, 2024. Web. 21 Nov. 2024. <https://www.scripts.com/script/pereval_15748>.
Discuss this script with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In