- [first lines]
- Narrator: [reading from a parchment] Oh, the strong and mighty Bogatyrs in glorious Rus'! No foe will ride upon our earth. None of their horses will trample Russian land. They will not obscure the red sun of ours! For a century, Rus' stands and will not sway.
- [continues to read as he writes]
- Narrator: And for centuries more, it will continue to sta... Hmm. Um.
- [scratches out previous sentence]
- Narrator: Will not ro... Uh.
- [scratches out previous sentence, then ink blots from his pen deface his parchment - the writer then screams and crumples the paper]
- Narrator: In the glorious town of Rostov, their lived a priest who had an only son. His name was Alyosha Popovich after his father. Alyosha grew not by days, but by hours. They taught Alyosha grammar, but nothing came of this. And so Alyosha started to train his skill of fighting.
- Narrator: Treacherous times were those when the evil Tugarin came to trample the Russian earth and harass the Russian people. He came with his dark forces to collect a huge tribute from the town of Rostov.
- Grandfather Tikhon: Well, what are we going to do now, Russian people?
- Alyosha Popovitch: Hey, you people of Rostov, listen to me Alyosha, son of the priest. For how long shall we Russian people, suffer from invaders? Let us rise and protect our wives and children! Let us fight for Russian land?
- Granny: If you want to offer something specific, then go on and tell us, but if you're just wagging your tongue, then get down from the barrel! Don't be confusing the people.
- Alyosha Popovitch: Tikhan, my dearest friend, present our thoughts on written paper and give it to the people for judgment.
- Grandfather Tikhon: There! We defeat the Tugarins by using a ruse. We'll gather the gold tribute and put it in a cave under Bayun Mountian and as soon as their forces, we'll cover the entrance with a boulder.
- Granny: But how are you gonna get the gold back out of the cave?
- Alyosha Popovitch: The gold? But it... well... uh...
- Lyubava: Let's just wait for our foes to die of starvation...
- [the crowd gasps]
- Lyubava: Well... or at least become weaker.