Tutorial Transcript

- Attention, attention! Train number eight from Moscow to Yalta leaves from platform eight - uh, 8:00, Moscow time - Excuse me. Repeat, Moscow time - from platform eight. - Cheburashka! Cheburashka, where are you? - Here I am, Gena, here. Passengers, your tickets, please. - Gena - What? - No tickets here. Maybe you swallowed them. I doubt it. - You know, we had them, honestly. - We did - We really had them - You had them, now they're gone. You'll have to get off at the next stop. Sun is shining with bright glimmer on Moscow and the suburbs So why do people travel south every summer? And in Moscow forest one can fish, gather mushrooms, berries, and flowers If you try to find a better place, all the time you have you'll waste. - A-ha-ha! - Hey, Gena! Look! Stop! Stay there! - A-ha-ha! I'll teach you a lesson for riding without me! Stop! Stay there! - Stop Stop, who's got empty pockets? Stop Stop, who's got empty pockets? [200 km to Moscow] All right. Let's go home. You know, Cheburashka, In the fall, there are never puddles nor mud on the tracks. - I know, Gena. That's neat! - That's very good. [199 km to Moscow] Gena, do you have a hard time carrying things? -Well, how should I put it, Cheburashka? Very hard. -Listen, Gena. Come on, I'll carry things. And you carryme. This is a great idea! - Eh, drezinka, let's go. Eh, green, she will go. Oh, the suitcase. It'll be useful. Ha-ha-ha! Great. And now, ahead! And most importantly, Cheburashka ... Is that if you go on tracks, then you will never get lost. You know? Got it. Oh, look, Gena. Is it berries? No, it's not berries, it's nuts. Cake! Chocolate cake! Made on April 1st. Fresh! Gena, look what I found. - It's probably the tourists lost. We must return them. - Gosh! Did you do it? - No, we got caught ourselves! - And who put them then? - Purists. Err ... Tourists! -I'll show them how to offend Cheburashka! The poor poachers! I'll find you ... Granulated sugar. Now... Now I'll make you a sweet life. Ha-ha-ha! Oh-ho-ho-ho! - Come on, forget these traps. - You're right.. - We'll catch fish. Give me a dynamite. - Take it. Lie down! - Brothers! - What, fish? Well, it's cake. Actual cake. - And what will we, brothers, eat? - Haha, what's the net for? You smart, Petya! If it rings, drag it. - And who came up with it? - Who-who? Petya! - Why are you so dirty? - We swam in the river. - In the river? And who polluted it? - Factory. Wait here. Ugliness! Nature is poisoned! Come in. - Hello. - Hello. We are about pollution of the river. - What, we're polluting? - Polluting a lot. That's it! That's it, that's it, we will stop immediately. Bury the pipe! Do you understand me? - So, you will remove the pipe? - Certainly. - Goodbye. - Bye. - So, crocodile, all good? - That's it, the river is clean! - How are you, Cheburashka? - You can swim. Dibs, I'm the first. Oh well! The river will be clean! Hooray! - Brothers, it's ringing! Something is caught! -Hide. - Probably, sturgeon! - Do you not need a crocodile? - Danger! Whoever can, save yourself! - Lariska, trace. Grab them! Hold it! Here's a gift for you. - Hmm, that's a frog. - But it's green. - Thank you. Just let's let him go. Let him jump. - It's a great pity, guys, that we have nothing to give you. - What for? You gave us a river. A clean one! - Here I go, rides on the trolley old woman Shapoklyak. Take your cake. Fresh! Thank you. Gena, your things. - Hello, Cheburashka. - Hi. - Hey, you see a bird! - Where? That's it, the birdie flew away. Cake, la-la. - Come on, line up! Bring yourself in order! What kind of rope is this? Mama! We won't do it anymore! - Well, who came up with this? -Who? - Who? - Who? - Me. - You dumb, Petya. - Here's your money and tickets. Take it. - Thank you. - Do you have tickets? - Haha! Norms. I'll ride the roof. - No, no, no, you will go in a compartment with Cheburashka. Cheburashka is small, and you are a lady at the end of a day. - Hmm, lady ... Thank you, Gena. Crocodile! - Gena, I'm going with you. - Thank you, Cheburashka. Well done, old man! You did not leave a friend. Come on, scoot over. Crocodile, play it! - Slowly the minutes float away, Don't think to see them anymore. And although we are a little sorry for the past, The best, of course, lies ahead. Like a carpet, like a carpet The long distance unrolls ahead. And pushes up against the sky. Everyone, everyone is believing in the better... Rolling and rolling ahead, a blue wagon Maybe we offended someone in vain - The calendar will fold that day. To new adventures we hasten friends ... Hey machinist,put some gas on it! Like a carpet, like a carpet The long distance unrolls ahead. And pushes up against the sky. Everyone, everyone is believing in the better... Rolling and rolling ahead, a blue wagon The blue car runs and rocks, The rushing train is gaining speed... Well, why does this day end? Let it last for a year! Like a carpet, like a carpet The long distance unrolls ahead. And pushes up against the sky. Everyone, everyone is believing in the better... Rolling and rolling ahead, a blue wagon Everyone, everyone is believing in the better... Rolling and rolling ahead, a blue wagon