Twelve Months (世界名作童話　森は生きている)

Twelve Months

Fly to me, my dears!

Here's some bread for you.

And this is for you.

Share fairly, so everyone gets something.

Anna! Anna!!

I'm here.

Are you feeding those freeloaders again?

Have you forgotten that work awaits you?

I'm so tired of you, you good-for-nothing girl.

Take the axe and go to the forest for some brushwood.

Go. Go, and feed your birds there.

Begone!!

Just you try coming back!

- Anna! - Yes?

We are going to the town to buy New Years presents.

And you, go immediately to the forest and gather lots of brushwood, understood?

Yes.

Let's go quickly or there won't be anything left to buy because of her.

Alright, my dear. I, too, am eager to visit the town.

Nakanai wa kanashikute mo

Mashiroi yuki ga

Kanashimi wo keshite kureru kara

Kanashimi wo keshite kureru kara

Kujikenai hitori demo

Ookina mori ga

Yasashiku tsutsunde kureru kara

Yasashiku tsutsunde kureru kara

Mori wa watashi no kaasan no mune

Mori wa watashi no kaasan no mune

Nakanai wa ijiwaru ni mo

Masshiroi yuki ga

Tsurasa wo keshite kureru kara

Tsurasa wo keshite kureru kara

Kujikenai samishikute mo

Ookina mori ga

Yasashiku utatte kureru kara

Yasashiku utatte kureru kara

Mori wa watashi no kaasan no koe

Mori wa watashi no kaasan no koe

Nakanai wa kanashikute mo

Kujikenai hitori demo

I am not crying Even if I am sad

For the pure white snow

Will erase the sadness

Will erase the sadness

Even if I am alone, I am not broken

For the large forest

Will embrace me gently

Will embrace me gently

The forest that is My mother's breast

The forest that is My mother's breast

I am not crying Even if treated unkindly

For the pure white snow

Will erase the pain

Will erase the pain

I am not broken Even if I am lonely

For the large forest

Will sing gently

Will sing gently

The forest that is My mothers voice

The forest that is My mothers voice

I wont cry Even if I am sad

I wont be broken Even if I am alone

泣かないわ 悲しくても

真白い雪が

悲しみを 消してくれるから

悲しみを 消してくれるから

くじけない ひとりでも

大きな森が

やさしく包んで くれるから

やさしく包んで くれるから

森はわたしの かあさんの胸

森はわたしの かあさんの胸

泣かないわ いじわるにも

真白い雪が

つらさを 消してくれるから

つらさを 消してくれるから

くじけない さみしくても

大きな森が

やさしく歌って くれるから

やさしく歌って くれるから

森はわたしの かあさんの声

森はわたしの かあさんの声

泣かないわ 悲しくても

くじけない ひとりでも

Script: Tomoe Ryu Kimio Yabuki

Director: Kimio Yabuki

Art Director: Syuhei Kawamoto

Animators: Michihiro Kaneyama, Takashi Abe, Mokuna, Akihiro Ogawa

Composer: Vladimir Krivcov

Music: Leningrad Philharmonic Symphonic Orchestra

Good afternoon, Mr. Soldier.

Good afternoon, young one.

Looks like you've become lost.

Aren't you scared to be alone in the forest?

Not at all.

I must collect brushwood.

At this time?!

Who sent you during such weather?

It couldn't have been your own mother!

My awful stepmother sent me.

- My mother died. - I see...

Is there no one who can do something on your behalf?

No, no one.

And where is your father? Why does he allow your stepmother to hurt you?

My daddy... he's also dead.

Oh, you poor dear.

So small and already a complete orphan.

Oh well, don't be sad. I'll help you now.

Oh, no, Mr. Soldier, don't!

Don't worry, I'll fill your sledge with brushwood in a blink.

Thank you, Mr. Soldier!

Well... I didn't think I would meet anyone in the forest at this time...

Have you come for brushwood as well?

Oh, no. I was ordered to go to the forest...

...and cut the prettiest fir for one very capricious girl.

And who is she, this capricious girl?

Our queen.

What? A fir tree for the queen herself?!

Yes, a fir for the queen.

And I must hasten so I can set it up in the largest hall of the palace.

What for?

Have you forgotten that tomorrow is New Years?

The fir will be decorated with golden and silver toys, as well as precious stones.

And the queen's most cherished dolls will also sit under it.

Oh? Does your queen still play with dolls?

Of course.

After all, she is about your age.

And I haven't played with dolls for a long time.

Yes, your life is hard. You need to work a lot.

Yes... Our queen, on the other hand, does not even know what work means.

Well... That's why she is the Queen.

That is so...

She became the queen while still a baby after her parents died.

So, she is an orphan, just like me?

Looks like that... Both of you are orphans.

Poor girl.

I feel sorry for her too.

No one's there to give her a good advice or teach her some wisdom.

She grows up so capricious.

You know what I came up with?

- And what have you come up with? - Here is what:

I will help you!

I know where the most beautiful fir in the forest grows.

Oh, thank you very much!

Here!

Look at how beautiful it is.

True, I haven't seen its like before!

This is my present to the orphan queen!

Ah, such a splendid fir tree!

- Excuse us, Your Highness! - Your Highness, excuse us!

Please hear us out.

I'm so tired of you all.

You won't let me admire the tree.

Well? What is it?

I am sorry to say, Your Highness, but the time for your lessons has come.

Your Highness, please, make a decision about this petition.

I need to write something again?

Only one of two words, Your Highness.

Which one would you deign to put down?

Which words are they, then?

"To pardon" or "to hang".

A man's life is decided by those words.

You must remember about that.

P - a - r - d - o - n

H - a - n - g

Let it be "hang". This word is shorter.

- Yes. - But, Your Highness, wait, the case is...

Silence. I wish it to be so. This word is easier to write.

Yes, of course, you are right.

H - a - n - g

Mister Tutor, have I written it prettily?

Yes, of course, very pretty, but... Your Highness...

Now, let us start the lessons.

How much is six times six?

I don't know...

Well, Your Highness...

You're always critical of my answers. I'm tired of it.

Let us study something else. I don't need arithmetic.

That's not allowed, Your Highness.

You are forgetting whom you are talking to!

Be silent! Or else I will order to hang you too.

I'm silent, I'm silent, Your Highness.

Six times six is three.

Well?

No... I mean, yes.

Seven times eight will be... ten.

Yes, I mean, no.

Three times three will be one hundred.

That's it, Mister Tutor.

I am astounded, Your Highness. I don't know what to say...

Hurry, give me "excellent".

I'm satisfied with you today. You gave me "Excellent". Yes.

Now, what more do we have?

Oh well, we've finished with arithmetic for today.

Let us talk about the calender.

So, a year consists of twelve months, and four seasons:

Spring, summer, autumn, and winter.

I like spring.