Evening. The girl is watching cartoons (some parts from the cartoon are heard from behind the scene).
Mother: Come here, dear. Help me with cooking. Cut the vegetables, please.
daughter: But I want to watch the cartoon. Mum, it's my favourite one.
Mother: All right, honey.
Daughter keeps watching.
Mother: Come here, dear. I really need your help. Wash up, please.
Daughter: Mummy, no. I don't want to. I"ll help you tomorrow.
Daughter keeps watching.
Daughter: Oh, I'm sick and tired of household chores. I hate cooking, I can't stand washing up, I really don't loke doing my room. It's so boring. I'd so much like to get into a fairy-tale.
Twelve Months
(I)
Stepdaughter: Ha-ha, what funny animals! They are playing tag!
Soldier: Good day, a beautiful girl. Why are you laughing?
Stepdaughter: You can hardly believe your eyes. The squirrel and the hare are playing tag as we people do it. And they can speak as people can.
Soldier: No wonder. Today is New Year’s Eve. It may happen everything this day.
Stepdaughter: But what may happen?
Soldier: My grandfather told me that once on New Year’s Eve he met twelve months at once.
Stepdaughter: Oh, I can’t believe it. I don’t think it can be.
Soldier: Yes, it can be. He met at once all the seasons: spring, summer, autumn and winter. By the way, what are you doing here?
Stepdaughter: My stepmother sent me for firewood.
Soldier: In such weather! Haven’t you got a mother or a father?
Stepdaughter: No, I’ve got only a stepmother and a stepsister.
Soldier: Poor thing. And as for me, I came to the forest to find a beautiful New Year tree for the Queen. She is also an orphan and she is a very naughty girl.
Stepdaughter: I can show you a beautiful fir-tree.
Soldier: Thank you. And I’ll help you to gather firewood. Let’s go.
(III)
Queen: I can’t stand writing.
Professor: I agree, it’s not pleasant, but you should.
Queen: No, I shouldn’t, I’m a queen.
Professor: But all people must learn to be clever.
Queen: No, no, no. I can do what I want. I’m a queen and everybody must agree with me.
Professor: I’m sorry, but…
Queen: I don’t want to listen to you. You must agree with me. So, ask me something.
Professor: How much is two times two?
Queen: Five.
Professor: Yes, you are right.
Queen: Now tell me something interesting.
Professor: Well, today is New Year’s Eve. The year consists of twelve months. They follow one another. They can’t change their turn.
Queen: Is that so? But I want April to be now.
Professor: But it’s impossible.
Queen: You again disagree with me. I’ll declare the law. And it will be April.
Public crier: Listen, listen, and listen. Everybody who brings a basket of snowdrops for the Queen will get a full basket of gold.
(IV)
Daughter: Mother, mother. Have you heard? The Queen declared the law. If you bring a basket of snowdrops for the Queen you’ll get a full basket of gold.
(Настя Р.)Mother: But it’s very cold in the forest. Neither I nor you can go there. Let’s send your sister there.
Daughter: Yes, you are right. Let her go. Let’s give her that big basket.
Stepdaughter: It’s so cold outdoors.
Mother: You mustn’t sit here. You must go to the forest again.
Stepdaughter: Oh, no. I’m so cold. Let me warm a little, I have already brought a lot of firewood.
Daughter: You’ll go to the forest not for firewood. You should bring a basket of snowdrops.
Stepdaughter: But it’s impossible. It’s winter now; there are no snowdrops in the forest.
Mother: Go and don’t come back without snowdrops.
(V)
Stepdaughter: I’m so cold. I’m so tired. I can’t go further. Let me freeze here. But I can’t go anywhere. What is there? It seems to me there is a bonfire and somebody is there…
July:
Summer, summer, summer!
The sun is shining,
The flowers are blooming,
The sky is blue,
The rains are few.
October:
Autumn, autumn, autumn!
The summer is over,
The trees are bare,
There’s mist in the garden
And frost in the air.
February:
Winter, winter, winter!
The snow is falling,
The wind is blowing,
The ground is white
All day and night.
March:
Spring, spring, spring!
The trees are green,
Blue skies are seen,
Grey winter’s gone away,
The world looks new and gay.
January:
Green for April, pink for June,
Red and gold for fall,
But sparkly white for wintertime,
The best time of all.
Stepdaughter: Good evening. Can I warm my hands?
January: Good evening. Of course, you can. But who are you and what are you doing here in such cold weather?
July: What is in your hands? A basket? Do you want to gather mushrooms or berries? Then you should come in summer.
Stepdaughter: No, I haven’t come for berries. My stepmother sent me for snowdrops.
February: Don’t you know that there are no snowdrops now.
Stepdaughter: Yes, I know. But it’s not my will. My stepmother told me not to come back without snowdrops.
March: What does she need flowers for in the middle of winter?
Stepdaughter: She needs gold. Our Queen promised to give a basket of gold for a basket of snowdrops.
October: Poor thing. It’s impossible. You should wait till April.
Stepdaughter: I know. Thank you for everything. I’m sorry for disturbing you. Good bye!
April: Don’t hurry, my dear. Brothers, let’s help the girl. Let me take your place, brother January.
January: I agree, but what about February and March?
February: We are not against it.
March: Take our place.
April: Thank you, brothers. Thank you sisters.
January:
See the pretty snowflakes,
Falling from the sky;
In the walls and housetops
Soft and thick they lie.
February:
Nothing is quite so quiet and clean
As snow that falls in the night,
And isn’t it jolly to jump from bed
And find the whole world white?
March:
Spring is coming, so I’m told
By a crocus, dressed in gold.
Spring is coming, so I hear
From the blackbird’s song so clear.
April:
So here we are in April, in snowy, blowy April,
In frowzy, blowsy April, the rowdy, dowdy time,
In soppy, sloppy April, in wheezy, breezy April,
In ringing, stinging April, with singing swinging rhyme!
Hurry up, little beauty. You have only one hour to pick flowers.
Stepdaughter: I can’t believe my eyes. Thank you very much.
April: You are welcome. Don’t forget us. Take this ring. If something happens, throw it and call us, we’ll come and help you.
(VI)
Professor: Happy New Year, your majesty.
Queen: I don’t want to celebrate New Year. I haven’t got snowdrops yet.
Public crier: Your majesty, two women brought a basket of snowdrops.
Mother: Good evening, your majesty. We’ve brought you snowdrops.
Queen: Look here, professor. You said it’s impossible, but I knew that if I order everything is possible. Where did you take them?
Daughter: In the forest, your majesty. But it was my sister. She brought the flowers, not we.
Queen: Where did you find them?
Stepdaughter: I can’t tell you. It’s a secret.
Queen: You can’t keep secrets from your queen. Tell me at once where you took snowdrops.
Stepdaughter: No, I can’t. Don’t ask me.
Queen: Tell me. Otherwise, I’ll take your ring.
Stepdaughter: Oh, no. Don’t take my ring.
February: Don’t be afraid, dear girl. We are here.
January: And you, naughty girl. You should remember that it could happen only because it’s New Year today. There are 12 months in a year and they come one after another, and nobody can change it.
February: And now let’s celebrate New Year!
Queen: I see. I’m sorry. I shall never behave like that.
Sorry the Twelve Months. Sorry, dear girl. Sorry, the soldier. Sorry, my professor.
Professor: That’s ok, my dear. We love you very much.
Christmas song.
Curtains. All are leaving.
Curtains. The daughter is awakening.
Daughter: Mummy, I'll do everything you ask. Let me help you. And YOU have a rest. Sorry for my awful behavior. I was so selfish, But I have presents for you too.
Gives them presents.
Daughter is cleaning, dusting and wiping.
Mother: Darling, come here. Let's make a surprise for our sweetie. Let's call the characters from her favourite cartoon to entertain us on New Year's Eve. She'll have a lot of fun.
FAther: Ok. That's a good idea. I think she deserves that.
Father is walking around the room and speaking on the phone.
Someone is knocking at the door. Father opens the door, they sit on the sofa and watch the Cartoon (MAsha and the Bear).
Masha and the Bear