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...
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...
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!
There's nowhere we can hide, but somewhere there...
... there's someone in the rain looking for you!
Michael!
There's something missing.
I know! There was a piano there.
- Maybe we saw it in our dream? - And the camp-bed too?
Jane!
Look, the piano!
- Is the camp-bed there? - It is.
Mary Poppins, it's wonderful you hadn't left.
We almost thought you were a dream.
And your camp-bed. Where did you sleep tonight?
Gentlemen never ask ladies questions like that.
Hey!
Mister Hey, please take my camp-bed...
... and put it in the nursery. - Are you talking to me?
Well didn't I say it clearly: Mister Hey? - I'll do it.
Only my name is Robert Robertson. - Is that so?
Well can't do anything about it now.
If I called you Mister Hey once, you will have to be Mister Hey.
Be careful! I sleep only on this bed, and on nothing else.
- Good morning, miss Poppins. - Good morning.
- Nasty weather, isn't it? - It depends.
At least for those who save gasoline...
... and ride to the office on a bicycle.
Mary! I must rush off to the meeting of the "Women's League".
The children are getting dressed. Will you feed them please?
Did you think I would let them starve?
And if you would be so kind as to make a few purchases...
Maybe. Maybe not.
In any case show me, where I can find the pram.
You mean, the cart?
My brother is so clumsy, he took it for a chair and sat on it.
I'm talking about Jane's and Michael's old pram.
I'm not interested in anything else. And I happen to know...
... it's in the storeroom. - Really?
So it is.
But I don't understand, what for?
Excellent. A most convenient thing to transport buys!
You may go now.
Hey!
May I ask, why you call me Mister Hey, Mary Poppins?
Mister Hey! I like that! Mister Hey!
He starts all his songs with a "Hey"!
Well of course it's Mister Hey! How do you do, Mister Hey!
I don't like the way you speak to your uncle.
Don't forget to turn off the gas under the big pan,..
Mister Hey.
- Mrs. Lark, I beg you! - My God! My boy got lost again!
We must call the police and the fire brigade!
Poor, poor Mrs. Lark.
There he is! Near admiral Boom's place!
My God, Edward! My little doggy! Edward!
Oh, no! This horrible shaggy mongrel again!
Go away! Go away! Edward, come home this very minute!
To run away all alone, without a coat! I am very displeased.
You have no heart for me, Edward! Come home!
He says he is not coming home.
And how do you know what my dog is saying, may I ask?
He is going home this instant.
He won't go without his friend.
How can he even think that I will let in this shaggy animal?
- He says the issue is closed. - What?!
That - after everything I've done for you, Edward?
All right, all right, let it be on your terms. But from now on
... my heart is broken forever. Forever!
So it's decided.
I will name the dog Shaggy or Boy.
No, his name is Bartholomew. And no other name will do.
Bartholomew?!
That's all I need.
What else does he say?
He says he will come back on one condition...
... That you will never make him wear his coat.
- It's his final word. - Very well..
But if you catch cold and start sneezing, It will be your fault!
Do come in!
What a charming lady moved to our neighborhood.
2 pounds of the best sausages, and quick. We're in a hurry.
In a hurry? What a pity.
What a pity!
I was hoping you would stay a while, and we will chat a bit.
How about that?
You know, us butchers like company.
What is the young lady doing tonight?
2 pounds, you said? La-la!
The very best I have, of course!
I'm at your service! I'm at your service!
Yes! Yes! Since you're in a hurry,
... then by all means. For you, of course,
for you, for you, for you, of course.
For you, of course, for you, of course.
- Turn the record. - For you, of course...
Oh, what nasty weather!
Oh, that Eastern wind!
Looks like there will be no summer,
... and I come to think of it, there wasn't any.
I wouldn't say you look very healthy either.
- And it is not at all... - Look who's talking.
... surprising!
I heard something...
... from the man in the butcher's shop.
Who - from the hair-pin to the safety-pin,
From the hat down to the shoes...
Is sheer elegance?
They're all crazy about me: a gray-haired gentlemen
And a young boy.
I come out to the crossing
With a nonchalant air,
... and a 100 buses freeze, and cars start honking:
Salute to beauty!
Lady, what is your name?
- Mary! - Lady Mary.
You are perfection itself, You are perfection itself,
From your smile to your step You're above all praise.
Oh, what a bliss it is, Oh, what a bliss it is...
To know you're perfection, To know, you're an ideal!
- Mary! - Lady Mary.
Mary!
Who cures angina and colds...
Faster than any mixtures?
And who saves all folks better than any doctors...
In summer and in winter - Just with her smile.
Children grow up,
But I will never grow old,
And everyone will remember me and wait for me to come.
Years will go by, but no one will forget...
- Mary! - Lady Mary.
You are sheer perfection, You are sheer perfection,
From your smile to your step You're above all praise.
Oh, what a bliss it is, Oh, what a bliss it is...
To know you're perfection, To know you're an ideal!
- Mary! -m Lady Mary.
- Mary! - Lady Mary.
Mary!
I'm switching off the light.
- Do you often do that? - Do what?
Do you often jump about like that?
Jump about?! Would you kindly explain what you mean?
But we saw it just now!
What?!
- You saw me jump about? - We did.
How dare you!
For your information, young man I don't jump about, I dance.
I finished a ballet school on the Island of Tarabar.
And with excellent marks! Madam Corry's class.
What a strange fantasy! "Jump about"!
Good morning, boys!
I hope you had a good night's sleep?
Now for the musical class.
Switch it on.
It's a good thing you finally agreed, Banks. My sources,
very reliable sources say, they will be flying in any time now.
I am happy to use your advice, admiral.
Begin.
Go ahead!
- What's going on here? Stop! - Stop!
Good morning, Mrs. Banks. I am Bob Gudetti from West-Mole Co.
My assistant.
Over my dead body!
On the contrary, we are doing all in our power to avoid that
... in view of the possible invasion from outer space.
A quarter-de luxe class shelter with a phone, a toilet and gas!
Food supplies enough to last 8 years!
With frugal rationing, of course.
- On what money, you fool? - Safety is more important!
Bravo, Banks. You did the right thing.
Hey, Boom, is this your plotting?
I'll show you what's what, you rioter!
- Militarist! - Sponger!
Today we shall take a sample of the soil. Launch it!
Stop!
Hey you, foolish scoundrels! I'll get you underground!
Mister Banks, did you find oil?
I hate to interfere, mister Banks...
... but I demand that you don't disrupt our classes.
Are you going to drill an oil well?
- No, this is different. - Mind you, mister Banks:
If you drill an oil well and find oil,
you may join the Organization of Oil-exporting Countries.
- I'm not afraid of threats! - What shall we do?
If you ignore considerations of your family's peace,
... you could at least think about the environment.
- I'm with you, sister! - So what do we do then?
- Who has the decisive word? - You do!
- Drill it here! - Right here?
- Yes! - Take that idiot away!
We'll see who wins! What, you can't do it? Right!
- Good morning. - Hey!
Oh, it's you, Mary Poppins!
You are just about the only sensible person in this house.
You don't believe this nonsense with aliens. Tell them!
I think the earth is cold today, sir.
So you're in it too!
Hey you! Are you or are you not with them?
I'm with the children, sir. And we are going to the park.
I would stand up from the ground if I were you, mister Hey.
What kind of an example are you setting to your nephews?
Don't break the rules! Throw garbage into waist-bins!
- No littering in the park! - Don't litter with words, sir.
Neley looks so happy today.
And mister Willkins is sitting on Mary's favorite place.
All right, I will go to the pavilion.
But mister Willkins, I haven't finished reading about Bill.
Excuse me.
I beg your pardon, did you say something?
Of course I did. I wanted to read it to the end to find out,
... what Astute Bill needed the master-key for.
Sorry, I can't help you. I always finish reading at 4...
... to get home in time for tea.
Then maybe you can lend me your magazine?
Neley, I can tell you about Bill.
- Really, Jane? - Yes.
No, I have a coat and boots on me...
... and the young gentleman must be very cold.
I will give him my magazine.
Don't worry, mister Willkins.
In a week the series about Bill will be shown on TV.
Never! I am categorically against screen versions!
Thank you, mister Willkins.
So this is what water is like! Cool and light!
People, you are so lucky that you can walk on the ground!
It is so wonderful, Jane!
I'd say this is absolutely revolting.
Good day, Mary Poppins.
Who allowed you to come down here, may I ask?
No one. My legs jumped down on their own, Mary Poppins.
Well then they'd better jump up again.
Shame on you! On an odd date,
... when Saturn is hardly seen, and the Hound Dogs don't bark?
What did they teach you?
Mary Poppins! Please let him spend some more time with us.
A little more!
He must feel so lonely standing there with no one to talk to!
Please, Marry Poppins! Please!
Edward! What's with you? What a ridiculous show?
Get up from the dirty grass!
It is all your influence! You..!
- Plebeian! Half-bred! Monster! - Calm down, Mrs. Lark.
Ed! Bartholomew!
Bartholomew!
Bartholomew! Wait, Bartholomew!
- Bartholomew! - Come here!
Bartholomew!
We came out for a walk before tea. It's such a lovely day!
And the dogs insisted.
My God, what am I seeing?
You heartless mean little boy! Why torture the poor fish?
Put it back where you caught it this instant!
I'm afraid It is quite impossible.
It's too far away.
That doesn't matter. You can't torture helpless creatures!
I'm going to tell this to the constable!
Bartholomew, what odd jumps?
- What a scandalous dog! - You are impossible!
What is he saying?
He says, he won't take that.
He insists that you speak with him in a polite tone.
I'm going to complain to the Prime-minister.
Neley, you have 10 minutes.
And then?
Beautiful.
It is live music, isn't it, Mary Poppins?
Miss Jane, I don't know if there will be...
... another beautiful day like today in my life,
but I know for sure, I will never forgive myself...
if now I don't have the courage to ask you to a waltz.
I will be honored.
Michael, I ask you as a friend: please hold my dolphin.
Thank you.
Jane, I don't know how to dance waltz.
Then why did you ask me?
Well then, let's just walk a little.
Thank you so much.
- How do you know Mary Poppins? - She's a friend of my father's.
Who is your father? Where does he live?
He stands on a cliff over the sea with a trident and a horn...
and my mother sits next to him and brushes her hair.
And the seagulls circle above them,
and cast winged shadows on their marble bodies.
How beautiful! By why did you leave them?
I didn't want to. But what can statues do against people?
How did you get to our garden?
In a box. We always travel like that.
They need us in parks, museums and gardens.
And they buy us and send us in parcels.
And it doesn't occur to anyone that we may be lonely.
I love you, Neley.
I want you to stay with us forever.
I love you too.
But it's impossible, I have to get back to where I belong.
I understand.
Hey, Mary. How are you feeling? Hope your back doesn't ache?
Any news?
I'm terribly hungry. Is there anything yummy...
... for an old friend.
- I didn't hear "thank you". - Come on, girl!
No time for such ceremonies. I had meetings all day...
... consultations, negotiations, discussions.
A lot to decide, a lot to see.
Will you be quiet? Stop jabbering like a common sparrow.
- You came from there? - A I have an urgent message.
There are two impossible spoilt twins in New Zealand.
- When? - The wind changes at midnight.
Well, I have to be off, my girl. See you soon.
See you soon, old chatterbox.
The wind will change at midnight!
Wonderful! Isn't it strange...
... that people don't fly.
I had nothing to do with it, constable.
I never touched it, I didn't even come near it!
Nonsense, Smith! The statues are your responsibility.
And no one else could have done that.
I never had any luck, since I was a little boy!
- Listen, constable... - We are wasting our time!
First I have to look for a naked boy who mistreats a fish!
Was it a cod?.. What did Mrs. Lark say?
- A mackerel. - All the more!
Now they tell me they're missing their most valuable statue!
You disappointed me.
I relied on you, and you...
This is how you pay me for my trust in you!
Good gracious!
Smith, why didn't you tell me in the first place?
A brilliant idea! Now you don't have to pretend any more!
Ladies and gentlemen, I was unfair to the poor fellow.
He proved he was not only a watchman, but an artist as well.
He furnished the statue with a marble book. Excellent!
It is our duty to encourage the urge of the young to knowledge.
What about the fish?
You can get rid of it.
Don't be sour, darling.
When we decided to get married, you told me:
I want either a life of plenty, or two charming kids.
And you agreed.
Well, now we have both - a good house and two kids.
What else do you need? What is it you're chasing after?
Everyone is chasing after something.
That's what life is all about, isn't it?
Maybe it's just that everyone lives wrong?
Everyone can't live wrong. And we're not any different.
Besides, that is child's talk.
Look at Mary Poppins. She's always calm and cool.
If she weren't our nanny I'd say she was perfection herself.
And receiving such a small salary at that.
I wonder.
What?
I wonder if all this would have happened, if you weren't here?
And I wonder,
when you stop being interested in what is none of your concern.
Go to bed now!
I wonder, who I am?
What kind of a question is that? You are Jane Banks.
And I am Michael Banks.
Is that so, Mary Poppins?
Maybe. How should I know? I'm not the inquiry office.
Your weapon!
Get under the covers, quick!
What did I say to make her angry again?
Mind you, sir...
I never get angry. I have royal patience.
Only you can't shoot at people from around the corner.
And I am so kind today! What a pity this day had to end.
- Everything ends sometime. - Except you.
You won't leave us, will you?
lmagine what a life I will have if I spend it all on you.
I wonder if mom and dad would believe us if we told them?
- Told them what? - Everything.
About Neley, and about Edward, and Bartholomew.
Only they wouldn't believe us. And they will never know.
- There was a time when they knew. - Really?!
You're saying, they knew everything too?
That Neley is alive, and that you can fly,
... and understand what dogs are saying?
Yes, they knew all that and the language of birds and animals.
In the past.
- Then why did they forget it? - Because they grew up.
That's sad.
None the less, it is true.
I'm turning off the light.
You are a grown-up too, but you know it, you haven't forgotten.
Me? I'm not like everyone else.
I m a rare exception. I am beyond comparison.
I am "Lady Perfection".
All right, a few more minutes, as an exception.
But on one condition: you will go to sleep...
... and you will have sweet dreams.
All that happened many years ago...
Is stored in our colorful dreams,
And the magic ring-dance of those dreams...
Takes grown-ups back into their childhood.
Dreams, where fairy-tales live amidst wonders,
Dreams, where you can reach out and touch the stars,
He, who is a little in his childhood, is a happy man.
Our childhood is long gone,
the ABC book of our past life is read to the last page.
Summer, autumn, winter...
Summer, autumn, winter, And no spring!
But the warmth of that spring,
But the warmth of that spring...
Is cherished in our childish dreams.
The wonderful country of our childish dreams...
Everyone needs them when they grow old.
Only it's sad that when we grow old...
We don't often see those colorful dreams.
Dreams, where fairy-tales live amidst wonders,
Dreams, where you can reach out and touch the stars,
He, who is a little in his childhood, is a happy man.
Our childhood is long gone,
the ABC book of our past life is read to the last page.
Summer, autumn, winter...
Summer, autumn, winter, And no spring!
But the warmth of that spring,
But the warmth of that spring...
Is cherished in our childish dreams.
Our childish dreams,
Our childish dreams.
Good evening, Mary Poppins. That was beautiful singing.
Me?!
I suggest that you wouldn't forget, I am a decent girl...
and I sing only in the morning! - Then I must have dreamt it.
I've been wanting to talk to you all this time, Mary Poppins.
- You're not in a hurry now? - Indeed I am!
- But it depends on the wind. - The wind? It is getting cold.
I think it is time that you moved inside, mister Hey.
Autumn is nearing, tents catch fire.
I see. So you too think I'm a useless idler.
On the contrary. I like you, mister Hey.
You like live music too, don't you?
- Live music? - The one you don't turn on.
Oh yes, I see.
However some of your songs are... how should I put it?
But I hate to see how some folks live on Cherry Street,
... and I tell about it in my songs.
Did it ever occur to you, mister Hey,..
that at times people come to understand it themselves?
Yes. But what should I do then?
Maybe, It's time I started doing something indeed?
I have to go too!
Good bye, and don't forget what I said about your nephews.
Do something! Do something!
Do something! That's it! Why didn't it ever occur to me?
You are damn right, Mary! Only how do you do it?
It's a pity you won't see how I get into this car...
... and dump it in the nearest ditch, the damned gravedigger!
No, that's not it.
Only he who acts, accomplishes things!
No, that's not it again.
What a pity you won't see this, Mary. I think I won't either.
Have they come?
They're here! Pipe all hands off deck!
Full submersion!
Full submersion! They're here!
They've come, my beauties! God damn my spleen!
Post 107 reporting a fire at 17, On Cherry St.! On the double!
I knew it from the beginning, just like Astute Bill!
Post 107 reporting. There's a fire at 17, Cherry Street!
Mister Banks found an oil deposit! Batten down the hatch!
Calm down, the fire brigade is on it's way.
Do you have buckets, hooks, fire-extinguishers?
Congratulations, mister Banks! What luck!
It isn't oil, it's gas.
- Gas? - Gas?!
That's not so bad, mister Banks. Gas is even better than oil.
It happens that you go to pick berries and find a mushroom.
The mushroom - that is gas - is much better than oil.
You stretch a gas pipeline across my courtyard...
and join the Organization of Gas-exporting Countries.
Darling, did I get lucky at last?
Quiet! Quiet! If they ask, I was with you.
What is that? A thunderstorm?
- Oh, no. A little fire. - Hurray!
Quiet, children! We were playing "hit-ship".
Hurray! Jane, look, our house is on fire! Hurray!
- Where is Mary Poppins? - Jane, look...
And where's the piano by "Madam Corry"? And the camp-bed?
The wind! The wind has changed!
That means.. that means, she's gone?
She said she would stay until the wind changed direction.
Thank God you're here!
We were playing "hit-ship".
- Mother, she's gone! - Who?
Mother, Mary Poppins left us.
To leave at such a crucial moment? How selfish of her!
I will never accept the heartless girl back. Never!
- Mother! - You are so wicked!
Shame on you, children.
I want Mary Poppins, and no one else in the whole world!
Where is the fire hydrant?
My God, well it isn't in the nursery!
Look!
Oh!
It's her. It's her portrait.
There's something written there. It's "Au revoir, Mary Poppins".
- Au revo... - Hey, what's "Au revoir"?
I think it's in French and I think it's "Farewell".
No!
It's "good-bye". I'm sure. It's "good-bye"!
- Then it's all right? - She will come back!
She always keeps her promise!
- Oh, mister Banks. - Yes?
There's an urgent telegram for you.
Here.
Must be congratulations? So soon?
- Any answer? - No.
- What about the tip? - Forget about it!
What a detestable manner...
... to bring bad news on such a happy day?
Yes...
They haven't come. I sound off retreat!
END OF PART ONE USSR GOSTELERADIO, 1983