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I'm a magician.
The occult sciences have given me the extraordinary gift
of breathing enchanted life
into the shadows.
Here before you, the comic masks of a fable
will whimsically come alive.
Certainly, it's only a fairy tale,
but the moral of the story is worthy.
I have summoned you here so that everyone in my kingdom
knows how heavily the crown weighs on the mighty Dodon.
Listen to me carefully!
In my youth, I was feared.
Tirelessly and proudly, I've waged war far and wide.
But now, I have grown weary of fighting
and I would like to retire peacefully.
Yet, as if on purpose,
the neighbour rises up against me.
To protect my kingdom's borders from its attacks,
I must maintain a large army.
My generals remain ever-ready for combat.
We keep watch in the South, and presto,
they come at us from the East!
We go there and then, those savages come by the sea.
In rage, I, Dodon, weep bitterly.
I lose sleep over it.
How do you live with this anguish?
I seek counsel and help. Speak, my son!
All night until dawn, Father, I searched for a way
to protect the kingdom from these afflictions.
In the morning, I think I found a clever trap.
Why make so much effort? Why overextend ourselves for so long?
The root of the problem is that our neighbor borders us..
Once he crosses the border, he's in our camp.
Yes, he's going to cross the border and attack our army.
Let's move our troops from the border and regroup them around the capital.
And in the city, we'll stock up on food and drink.
Food and drink! Yes, of course.
We'll live carefree.
Beer and wine, now that's a good war!
That's a good war!
And while our enemies
unleash their hatred
on our villages, fields and pastures,
you'll have the time to sleep,
and to summon your courage
to repel their attack.
- So be it! - May Guidon be praised!
- What a good counsellor! - A brave warrior!
Worthy of his father, he's an eagle, he swept all our problems away!
It's quite simple after all.
Ah, to the devil with him! To me, it will be a hundred times worse
if the enemy camps near our walls and, before the king's eyes,
with a flick of the wrist, sends us something to threaten the king!
God forbid!
Are you raving mad? Do you want to be locked up?
Listen to this old fool!
And yet, it can't be denied that the closer a danger gets,
the scarier it becomes.
It's your turn, my dear youngest son.
My father! What a pity that someone deemed so clever
has given you such bad advice.
I'm ashamed that he's my brother.
Come on, don't argue.
Why hide it?
I alone can save my father
from the anguish that oppresses him.
Here's my advice:
our valiant army, full of warlike ardor,
must return home.
A month before our neighbors besiege us,
we'll go confront them,
we'll do battle face to face, like brave men do.
And after nailing
the enemy to the wall,
- we'll celebrate our victory. - We'll celebrate our victory.
Into my arms, my dear son! I'll take your advice.
May Afron be praised far and wide!
He is Dodon's equal! Wise as a snake.
What a warrior! The splitting image of his father!
What a profound idea: no one would have thought of that.
How so, O mighty king? May I be boiled alive!
What will we do if the enemy, with its usual impertinence,
doesn't let us know in advance that it intends to fight?
There you go again, damn chatterbox!
Despite your beard, your stupidity is pathetic.
He's trying to confuse us. That's what he's doing!
How dare he! Has he been bribed by the enemy?
I shudder to think of it.
- He's a traitor! - No respect for his king!
Strike him! Tie him up! Go on! Hit him!
Hush! Be quiet!
It's true, my general is an idiot.
But what should we do with this neighbor?
How can we solve these problems?
We don't know, enlightened king. And we plead guilty.
- Fools! - Yes, certainly.
Too bad she died:
there was a fortune-teller who could read beans...
Beans! A shame because our witch was the best:
she could foresee everything in dregs.
Some read everything in the stars.
He who knows how will explain it to you.
- With beans, it's crystal clear. - With dregs, it's better!
Glory to you, illustrious king!
Your father knew me once,
but we haven't met before...
As a faithful subject, I've heard
your worries have made you lose sleep.
I've brought you this bird as a gift.
Place it on a spire:
my golden cockerel
will be your faithful guardian.
When everything is peaceful,
it will remain silent.
But if it foresees
a war threatening you,
an attack in the making,
or any other unexpected misfortune,
my cockere will immediately
raise it comb.
If it's asleep, it will wake up and indicate where the danger comes from.
It will crow: “Cock-a-doodle-doo!!
Beware, on your guard!”
You skillfully boast about your wares. Show us, we'll see for ourselves.
Cock-a-doo, cock-a-doodle-doo! Reign, and sleep in peace!
It's miraculous!
It's wonderful! The old man is telling the truth.
It's miraculous! It's wonderful!
Will I really be able
to withstand my enemies from now on?
Place it on a spire so it can guard my capital.
How can I thank you? What can I promise you?
My esteem and friendship will be the reward for your service,
and I'll fulfill your wishes as if they were my own.
The wise man cannot be flattered by gifts.
Power, wealth and rank attract only enemies.
But your friendship is precious to me.
So, I humbly ask you to give me in writing
a letter legally certifying what the king has promised me.
Legally? What do you mean?
I've never heard that!
My whims and desires are the only laws that must be obeyed.
But have no doubt,
you can come to me whenever you please.
Cock-a-doo, cock-a-doodle-doo! Reign, and sleep in peace!
Such happiness!
With my arms crossed, I can govern lying down.
If I want, I can take a little nap
or summon some entertainment with a fable,
jousting or dances!
I'll forget forever
all the worries in the world!
Oh, how warm the sun is again!
This spring air. All is turning green,
the cherry trees are blossoming...
What if I lie down right here, rather than in my bedroom?
My king, if you desire, we'll transform
the entire city into a bedroom.
But you have an empty stomach...
At least eat this carob fruit, or these walnuts in honey.
Drink this cold kvass, with mint,
hops and ginger.
Maybe you prefer these prunes soaked in wine
and stuffed with raisins?
Try them and tell me if they're tasty.
Well then, let's see.
And as I relax while eating,
make sure I don't fall asleep.
So, without wasting an instant, bring me my parrot.
Hello, handsome!
I don't understand your language,
but you sing beautifully. What do you want?
What is he saying?
Always the same thing. That he should be put by the window
so he can be seen in public and show off.
You're silly, my dear! Why care about others?
He says:
“From atop my pulpit, I'll recount the exploits of King Dodon,
his bravery and his valor.”
So be it then! Don't be shy, you've become smart.
But tell me, what do we like most in the world?
“Sleeping.”
That's what he said, King Dodon.
It's good to take a nap in springtime.
Lie down,
I'll chase the unwelcome flies from your august brow.
Enjoy this pillow, such comfort!
Cock-a-doo, cock-a-doodle-doo! Reign, and sleep in peace!
Everybody is asleep, exhausted.
Sleep has overcome them.
Cock-a-doo, cock-a-doodle-doo! Beware, on your guard!
The cockerel has sounded the alarm. Get up, saddle your horses!
Hurry up! The enemy doesn't wait,
they're trampling our fields and burning our villages.
My king, father of the people! It's me, your general.
Wake up, your majesty! Woe unto us!
What is it, gentlemen?
The enemy, I believe, is on our tail.
Huh? What? What misfortune? Is my palace on fire?
What a fool! Our cock is crowing, turning about on his spire.
The city is upside down...
Cock-a-doo, cock-a-doodle-doo! Beware, on your guard!
Well, my fellows, it's war! We need help.
Don't delay, come on! But first, open the coffers.
Let each household contribute a fox tail and a gray beaver.
Listen to me, all of you!
If my generals or their soldiers take more,
don't argue:
it's their business.
We are yours. Body and soul.
My dear sons!
I know you've been ready
to avenge these attacks for a long time.
The time has come,
and this glorious journey...
Give us a break!
Send the generals first.
We don't want to endure hardships, nor suffer without our sweethearts.
You have no shame! Silence! There's no discussion!
Divide your troops in two sections, without dispute.
And especially, no arguing over there.
Safe travels to you both.
Come back home soon.
Cock-a-doodle-doo! Reign, and sleep in peace!
My dear friend, many thanks.
If there's a threat of new danger, crow loudly to wake me up.
Fluff up my pillows, little mother:
I'm going to take a little nap.
All these worries haven't made me forget...
What an ill-timed interruption!
that I was having a wonderful dream..
Find that dream again for me,
because I don't remember it.
Wait! I'm old now. Give me some time.
What was that dream? Weren't you a chess king?
All the pawns were down. “Checkmate, you scoundrels!”
Knights, queen, castles and bishops, you defeated them all.
Then the pawns mix up and each one takes its place.
It was better than that! My heart was beating wearily.
I found your dream.
You are at the bathhouse, sad,
covered in soapy suds.
Suddenly, without warning, you see a gnome emerge from the stove.
He caresses you with a velvet hand.
Your body rejuvenates,
regains the vigor and luster of a ripe apple.
It was burning me up inside... But it was better!
Ah, the rascal! It's a dream for a holiday morning.
You were resting on a bed of brocade.
By your bed
stood a young maiden, gentle and loving,
whose strange beauty took your breath away.
You, the king, like a night owl dazzled by the sun,
you grasp her white hands and you hold her to your heart...
Where is she, my beauty?
I don't know.
So sorry.
Reign, and sleep in peace!
Cock-a-doo, cock-a-doodle-doo! Beware, on your guard!
Oh, misery! Courage, my brothers!
- Our king is sleeping. - All is quiet in the palace.
You can't wake him up.
What should we decide to do?
Where is Polkan, our general?
Your Majesty, father of the people! A misfortune, another misfortune!
Always at the wrong time.
The city is in a frenzy. On top of its spire, your bird is getting flustered.
He turned to the east.
The army isn't big enough, I guess.
We should recruit the elders.
Wait, I'll look for myself.
Cock-a-doo, cock-a-doodle-doo! Beware, on your guard!
The bird doesn't crow for nothing:
we have a dangerous road to travel.
Arise, old men, let's go help our children!
Where is my helmet? Bring my armor.
This armor is too tight for me.
Look, where is my fine red shield?
Cock-a-doodle-doo! Beware, on your guard!
The shield is all eaten by rust...
And my quiver is empty of arrows.
I can hardly breathe. This sword has become too heavy for my royal arm.
Never mind. Help me get in the saddle.
Cock-a-doodle-doo! Beware, on your guard!
Oh, that rooster! If I could only stuff it in a bag!
- Is this horse gentle? - Like a cow.
That's what I need.
But you leave without eating,
- Majesty! - I'll eat on the way.
- Do we have provisions? - Enough for three years.
- Then let's go, general! -Better to leave tomorrow morning!
Glory to you, our father! Hurrah for the king!
Going alone? Are there no commanders to lead the army against the enemy?
Take good care of yourself. Above all, stay in the background.
The silent night is whispering in fear.
All is empty: only a flock of birds watches over the dead bodies.
The crimson disc of the moon gleams like a funeral candle.
A mournful and dreary wind steals through the darkness,
stumbling on the corpses.
It passes over the graves and weeps...
Silently, then mournfully again,
it presses close to the dead man's face,
and pulls him by the sleeve.
What a terrible sight it is!
It's my two sons, without helmet nor armor,
both lie dead, their swords piercing each other's body.
Their horses wander in the meadows, on the trampled grass,
on the blood-stained turf...
Oh, my children were my support!
Woe is me! Our two falcons were caught in the net.
Woe is me! My death is near.
Let all cry over Dodon, let them mourn bitterly,
let them groan deep in the valleys, let them mourn bitterly,
and let it tremble high in the mountains.
From now on, I will go to war myself:
I'll no longer expose youth to the dangers of adversity.
There's no going back!
Let's go my friends, for Dodon,
we're going to teach the enemy a lesson.
Come on! We couldn't do otherwise! But we still must find the enemy.
Where is he who spoiled our seed without leaving me any descendants?
Where is the vile thief?
Where is he?
Good heavens! A tent!
Nicely adorned!
Could it be the enemy's hideout?
My brothers, it would be a disgrace if they escaped.
Too bad we can't see what they look like...
We'd better move away and load the cannon.
And aim with more daring.
Artillerymen! Hurry, come here! Light the fuses!
It's ready.
Go ahead, fire!
Answer me, shining star,
who comes from the East:
have you visited my native land,
the homeland of fairy dreams?
Do the roses and fire lilies
still shine there?
Do the turquoise dragonflies
caress
the luxurious leaves?
And in the evening, near the fountain,
in their shy and daring songs,
do the maidens still sing about
their passionate dream of forbidden love?
Is the foreigner a welcome guest?
Is he still greeted with gifts,
a humble feast,
and a furtive glance
through the veil,
the fabric of jealousy?
And when the night darkens,
forgetting shame and fear for him,
does the young mistress hurry
with a sweet avowal on her lips?
Does she hasten to go find him,
with a sweet confession to tell?
Write this song down!
If this young lady wants to offer us a drink,
we can wait here.
Don't be afraid of us, my dear, and open your heart to us.
What's your name, who are you, and where is your country?
I am a free young lady,
I am the queen Shemakha.
And like a thief, I'm on my way to conquer your city.
You're an amusing jester, a willful maiden.
To wage war, you need an army, otherwise, you won't defeat us.
What you're saying is incorrect:
I don't need an army to win victory.
My beauty will suffice to put men at my feet.
I like unexpected guests.
The luscious juice of grapes fills your cups.
It's frothing at the rim. Good health to you!
Drink first, we'll drink after you.
You amaze me. Look into my eyes,
which burn brighter than the dawn itself.
Could I poison a guest
with such a heavenly look?
How was the queen's rest?
Thank you.
I didn't sleep too badly.
But at dawn, something happened.
The air became almost intoxicating,
moist, heavy and spicy,
like the aroma of night flowers,
like the play of misty dreams...
Someone invisible was breathing,
tormented by a secret passion.
Then, teasing my ear, I heard his whisper,
tender as the spring air:
“Dearest, let it be!”
At times loud, then soft, farther, then nearer...
You should have looked under the bed.
- It was dark. - Don't worry. Let yourself be teased.
It became languorous and sweet.
A bout of fever! Or a young lady's dream:
nowadays, they all have the same dream.
I do too...
Oh, the thrill of caresses, the dawning of a love affair.
First passionate kisses!
Where are you?
They'll come, they'll come, don't be sad.
King, banish this monster. I don't like your general.
Isn't it true, old toad, you have the glassy stare of an owl?
Look, she's blushing, she's still afraid of men.
Go away! Hide behind the tent and watch from afar!
- I have some business with you. - Well, what is it?
I would like to know for sure
if indeed it really is stunning,
the virgin beauty of the queen,
or if it's only empty talk:
that it isn't the lightning that blinds or the joy that brings bliss,
but it's my gaze dazzling through my lashes,
and my lips bringing cheer.
What do you say?
Me?... Umm... It's true...
Is that all?
It's a pity that you know the queen only when she's dressed.
I'm pretty without my clothes too.
Before bed, I look a long time in the mirror.
Casting aside these fine fabrics,
illuminated by the sun,
like a ray of sunlight in the mist, a silver statue,
I shine deep inside the tent.
I look to see if I have a mole,
or any other blemish...
I undo the pearled clasps of my braids:
the tumbling flow of my hair,
freed from its restraint,
gushes forth like a black torrent
on the soft marble of my hips.
To refresh and improve my sleep,
at night, I sprinkle myself with dew:
droplets of liquid fire trickle down on my bosom.
And my breasts!
They vie for the radiance of southern roses,
majestic and firm...
They are like dreams,
pale, light and diaphanous...
What's wrong, my friend?
Are you feeling dizzy?
There's something wrong with my liver.
It's nothing. I'm going to sing,
listen to my song.
“Oh, my youth
“will soon fade away,
“taking with it
“all joy.”
“Mortal,
“grasp each moment,
“at every hour
“give love.”
You don't like such songs? Here is another one.
“Dark and narrow, dark and narrow
“is my finely crafted tent.”
“Soft and warm, soft and warm
“is the velvet carpet inside.”
Do you want to see what's under the tent, old man?
Why do you want to offend me? I'm not old.
- These are not wrinkles... - It's the sun.
Ah! The shadows exude voluptuousness,
the grapes ripen there without sun,
the wine flows into the carafe:
it intoxicates already!
The bird has been chirping too long,
it's tired now.
You could help me!
I've never sung before.
If someone is able to love,
he is like the strings of a zither:
as soon as you touch them,
a chaotic swarm
of passionate harmonies takes flight.
And what beautiful words to soothe a kindled heart
did you sing when you were in love?
- I sang a lot. - And how?
- Perhaps... I don't remember anymore. - So, approximately then.
“I will love you forever, I'll try not to forget you.”
And afterwards! It's so short! I've never heard it before.
“And when I start to forget you, you'll remember me.”
Entertaining. Well, thank you!
No. You're a slab of stone.
Not a set of responsive strings.
Ah, without this quarrel,
there would have been stories, laughter,
kisses and delight. Ah, my fellow princes!
I would have whipped them well.
Both were in love. One after the other, they promised me
their hand, their heart and their father's crown.
Well, they've won it all! They didn't have much gumption.
Together, they were about to take me home.
You don't live very far away, then?
My country
is in the East,
where it's seen as a colorful mirage.
It's an island suspended
between sea and sky,
whose contours change every hour.
I live in a house of crystal
poised on a cloud.
Through its windows,
I can see
heaven's shining vault
and the sweeping seas.
Or I dwell among the cypresses,
in a white-walled temple,
where I sit on a throne
with coils of incense
rising before me.
There is no one around,
but everything obeys
my whims and desires.
With barely a thought,
a boat arrives
and the island fills with laughter.
I'm amused and I sing
with the youths...
But it's only a shadow, an imaginary game.
I turn around and everything vanishes.
I'm left yearning, alone on this island of dreams,
my eyes cloud with tears and,
to dry my tears as quickly as possible,
I scatter on the floor of my apartments
the perfumed petals
of royal roses.
Ah, but why reminisce and thus aggravate the wound!
My sorrow is boundless, like the wide expanse of the blue sea.
No! Take my life! Or kill the snake that's choking me!
Enough! I'm gasping for air.
I'm suffocating! It's too hard. Too painful.
Enough! What's the matter? Don't cry.
We'll find a cure for your sorrows.
Where will I find someone bold enough to confront me, to contradict me?
Who will put limits on my desires, firmly and with authority?
Stop crying and rejoice,
maiden Queen Shemakha.
You've sought and you have found:
your life will be dazzling.
I will resist you, and contradict you in everything.
In general, with few words, I'm ready to do anything for you.
For me? Resist me?
I'm very glad. What happiness! What joy!
Let's dance to celebrate, forgetting our high rank.
But I haven't danced since childhood.
So, become a child again.
Besides, I'm not so thin.
I have a heavy helmet, a scale armor...
Take off the helmet and let's tie a headscarf on you.
What are you doing, oh my! I never agreed to play the jester.
It suits you very well! You need a fan and everyone will follow along.
But what are you thinking! Stop it!
Let me fix your beard.
Be quiet and come towards the middle.
At least make the army leave.
Your senses are dull.
Too bad Dodon has so little savvy!
And who will cheer and stomp their feet to encourage you
if we get rid of the army?
I won't dance in public.
Then, I'll go with Polkan.
Hey, Polkan! Come here, my friend.
Don't be angry, my darling.
I don't know how to dance but I will do my best.
Let's begin!
Over here, all of you! Our Dodon is going to dance.
Lowering my veil, I slide forward,
languidly, simply.
Your turn, Dodon. Come forward,
like a turkey,
cocky, sideways,
and as if by mistake,
bump into me.
Good.
I beat my tambourine, and silently, softly,
I move away from you like a fish.
You, disgusting old crab, you try to catch me.
Not like that!
You look like a camel: tuck in your heels!r
Now, wave your hand, turn and shake around...
Stomp your feet until you can't breathe,
while I sit down here.
Wait!
I can't take it anymore.
If you fancy me,
I bow down and offer you my kingdom.
Everything is yours, everything! I am yours, too.
But what will we do there?
“What will we do there?”
Eat sweets, rest and listen to fairy tales.
Except for bird's milk,
I can offer you everything, I won't spare anything.
How many lashes will you give Polkan? I don't like him.
Do you want me to cut off his head?
I would agree to that.
There's no reason to linger:
my things can be quickly gathered.
Let's go now!
A horse! And my golden chariot to carry the queen!
I'm ready.
Sing praises
to my bridegroom!
My sisters,
who is limping beside our radiant queen?
He is king by rank and dress,
but slave in body and soul.
Slave in body and soul.
What will we compare him to?
To the camel for the strange curvature of his silhouette,
or to a real monkey
for his funny faces and odd ways.
His heart is deaf to noble feelings
and his mind dulled with shameful laziness.
Among the light-eyed beauties,
he is like a ghost.
Hey, Polkan! Sound the trumpets for victory!
I'm going home with my bride.
Hurrah! Hurrah!
It's dreadful, my friends!
- What? - I don't know!
Don't worry!
Nothing bad will happen to us.
Look.
The cockerel isn't moving.
Look, he's lounging in the sun,
warming his back and keeping quiet.
I hope he hasn't fallen asleep.
A storm cloud
comes from the east and brings misfortune with it.
- It's going to rain on the capital! - Yes, a thunderstorm! Maybe hail!
Please, good mother! Tell us, is the army safe?
Should we expect peace or misfortune?
We've already seen the messengers...
Yes. But it's none of your business. Get out! That's your business.
Be merciful! We're all very worried!
Well, so be it!
Here's the news.
Four kings have bitten the dust: clubs, spades, diamonds and hearts,
conquered by our sovereign.
And the king has saved a maiden from the jaws of a dragon...
She will be our queen.
What joy!
And what has happened to our good princes?
The king put them in chains and had them cruelly executed.
The king's hand is merciless! What did they do?
They didn't join forces at the right time.
And you're in the same boat.
We are yours.
Body and soul.
If we are beaten, then we deserve it.
They're coming. Jump like goats, do cartwheels!
Greet our king loudly, but expect no mercy!
Look, my friends, what strange people!
They're the wonders of the world.
Look at them, like savages,
with thick lips and a black face.
- A dwarf! He's not alone. - And those with their dog face!
A giant!
Where do they come from?
So long as we don't dream of them at night!
Long live our king! Hurrah! Our best wishes! Hurrah!
See your faithful servants
who bow down at your feet.
We are happy to serve you,
to amuse you with our nonsense,
to fight with our fists,
to bark and crawl on all fours,
so your hours flow happily
and you sleep peacefully.
Without you, we wouldn't know
why we exist,
why we were born
and start a family.
Who is that man with the white beard?
He looks like a greying swan.
Ah, hello my wise friend!
My benefactor and father!
What do you have to tell us on this festive day?
Come closer, what do you want?
Great sovereign, it's me.
Let's settle matters as good friends.
Do you remember that, as a favor, you cheerfully promised
to grant my first wish as if it were your own?
Give the young virgin to me,
the queen Shemakha.
What a loony old man, he throws caution to the wind.
Who do you think you are?
Has the devil got into you or are you crazy?
What has gotten into your head?
Indeed, I made a promise, but there are limits to everything.
And what do you need a virgin for?
I admit I'm not hot-blooded,
but despite my sorrows, I'd like
to finally recover my self-esteem
and try my hand at marriage.
Enough, do you know who I am?
Ask me for the treasury, the title of boyar,
a horse from the royal stables,
or even half of my kingdom.
I don't want any of that.
Give me this virgin,
the queen Shemakha.
Go to hell! Out of the question, no! Listen carefully to my answer.
You'll get nothing, villain, don't even bother.
Off with you now. Goodbye!
Away with the old man!
What's that supposed to mean?
You want to pick an argument?
You'll see how they argue with me!
I'm not afraid of mistakes.
Maybe I killed him?
That's good, they shouldn't be spoiled!
Slaves are meant to obey.
If they don't please you, then bang!
Could this be a problem on the eve of marriage?
Spilling blood is bad luck.
There'll be a brawl at the banquet. That's all.
And with a kiss, we'll ward off bad luck.
Vanish, wicked monster, you and your idiotic people!
How can the earth still endure you
without holding you accountable!
Wait, gray-haired windbag, your reckoning is coming!
You're joking, my dear.
No, not at all now.
With one peck,
I'll kill the old man.
Where is the queen?
Vanished, as if she had never been here.
Is the king alive?
No, he is dead.
If this isn't all a dream.
- The king is dead... - Murdered!
- Our blessed king! - Our carefree king!
Never-to-be-forgotten king, lord of lords.
He was wise. With arms crossed,
he ruled the people from his bed.
It's true, the king's anger
rumbled like thunder.
He spared no one,
all have been held in disgrace.
But when the storm passed
and the air cooled down,
the king glistened like a golden dawn for all, without distinction.
What will the new dawn bring?
How will we get along without a king?
Thus ends our story.
The bloody outcome,
however painful it may be,
should not move you.
Only the queen and I
were indeed alive.
The rest was only delirium,
a dream, pale ghosts, pure nothingness...