Based on novel "Hamsteri" by Veikko Huovinen
Tarttu, come on! I have calmed down. Stop!
'on the ghost's back, and then my horse.'
Boys, come here!
No, Rurik.
Read it.
Think where you might have put it, Rurik.
You didn't throw away the receipt, did you?
No. I'm not that careless.
Highest win gets us out of this hole.
Rats, vermin, the children are sick...
We can buy an apartment in the center. - Or rent a villa for a year.
We can buy an apartment in the center!
Rurik!
Top prize!
HamsteriS
Well, Minni, how's it going today, then?
Hamsteri.
Hamsteriy, come right here.
Remember, many pansies.
And tulips.
I will plant hundreds of them. I also love... tulips.
I... love them too.
The tenants are coming today. They know where the key is.
Are you making sure they use the stoves properly this winter?
So they don't burn down the villa.
Well then.
See you next year!
Jaatinen. Hey, it's Hamsteri.
I'm very busy. There was no room for your column in the paper -
because we got so many commercials.
And if it's an advance you want, it's not possible.
I have drawn many others as well, and…
Hello?
You know, Minnie...
Today I'm going to read Jack London and Curwood to you again.
I envy you, Minnie. Your life is secured.
When the winter storm roars and the cold increases -
Are you comfortable in your warm house?
And munch on you delicacies.
But I'll take care of you.
I'll take care of you... always.
Always.
Stella!
Mom, how do you get in? - Wait, we'll see.
Soon you will see your room.
I want to go to the balcony.
Where is the balcony?
What are you doing behind the tree? - Is it gone?
What then?
It soaked my shovel. - What a bad dog.
Shall we give it a go? - Yes.
Good. I got him to shut up.
Shall we wash your shovel? - Yes.
Okay.
We chased the terrible bear away.
Is it this one?
There you go.
Now it is clean and nice.
Careful now, boys.
Mom, this is Hamsteri!
I live in the house next door. Here's the bucket.
Good day, Hamsteri.
Tellu.
That's my husband Rurik. - Hello.
You have already met Raisa.
Here are our boys. Introduce yourselves.
I am Niku, and he is Naku.
And who are you? - Hamsteriy.
A rodent, right?
So is it possible to start liking the place?
And...
Well, it's probably best that you don't.
The manufacturer's widow will return in a year.
Autumn is not pleasant here.
No... Not yet, but soon the wind will start to howl.
There will be cold showers and even sleet.
The storm whips the gray snow into the black water.
Alas, the beach's lonely tree. Lonely boats.
Alas, the howling of telephone wires.
The tin roofs creak, and the wind in the houses sighs deeply.
A lone hiker on the road holds his face -
and tries to rush for cover.
It is black and heavy. Very gloomy.
The weather is brutal.
So brutal. The climatologists know nothing about this place.
What if you were to try to sleep anyway?
So you can do something with the children tomorrow.
At least you can let me sleep.
Now you go out with the ball! - It rains!
People play outdoors with a ball.
There is nothing to do there!
Dad will arrange a fun excursion.
- Yes, father will fix it. - You always say that. It never happens.
There was push, push here, there was push, push there
Do you remember where we're going? - Yes!
Where are we going? - To the shop!
Orange is orange and yellow is lemon.
Maybe... lemon. - Okay.
Hello. - Hello again.
I... guess the shop owner isn't around today either.
No, it's just me.
Was it good like that? - Yes.
Canned food. - But Mr. Hamsteri, we have fresh fruit.
How can I put it more clearly?
But by now you should already know that as a customer I -
only interested in preserves.
Either peaches like these in syrup...
Peaches in heavy syrup.
Or alternatively sliced ​​pears from Spain.
Chopped. Natural pears, net weight 850 grams.
But now we have real pears. They are awfully good.
Unfortunately, we do not have such canned goods.
Eat a banana like this. - Yeah...
Eat a banana like this. Here you get the banana.
And its fucking peel is always a hassle.
On the table, on the sofa, in the sewing box, on the floor, who knows where!
Excuse me, but you guys are... a little weird.
Farewell. - See you later.
Hamsteri doesn't like bananas, but he washed my shovel.
That Hamsteri is our neighbor.
Oops, sorry...
It doesn't matter, he's not really behaving normally.
No, he really doesn't!
And when a millionaire wife like you moves in next door -
things start to happen.
Hamsteri thinks he is an expert on all subjects.
He gives advice to everyone in the village as if he knew better.
Although he moved here from town only a year and a half ago.
You don't get wise to him. He is a day driver.
He asks for strange preserves -
and almost never buy anything.
And then he has a mouse, Hamsteri or rat with him. Damn pharaoh!
We also just moved out of town. But only for one year.
Do you want to try country life?
Not me, because I'm from the country.
But my husband thinks that a year here is good for the family.
But if I had to decide, I'd go to town right away.
Just that...
It costs 150 marks.
Hamsteriy! It spins!
There he is.
If I may...
Like that on a good ship -
there are many waterproof bulkheads which mean that it does not sink easily -
it seems to be the same with Rurik.
Something has snapped inside him.
I noticed it immediately when I met him.
But... at the crime scene there might be something else too.
Some kind of aspiration.
A vision of a joyful, wondrous event which…
maybe someday it will be true.
Let's see.
Carrots.
Have you possibly thought about purchasing carrots -
and other root vegetables for the winter?
And beets and potatoes? Stock for the winter, in general.
I am referring mainly to food, but of course also to winter clothes.
No, we do not have that. - And felt slippers for the children.
A lady near here makes those from sheep's wool.
No, nothing like that...
Winter is hard with lots of snow, you said?
The snow drifts are huge. And the cold, you won't believe this.
If you spit, it has frozen into ice before it reaches the ground.
Furs, wool and special footwear are needed.
Can't you manage otherwise? - No, even mercury solidifies.
Have you already pickled the berries?
No. We have no berries at all.
No problem.
The best time for berries is unfortunately over -
but there are still lingonberries and cranberries.
Minni, now things are starting to happen! You won't believe this.
We have Tellu, Raisa, Rurik, Niku and Naku and the whole gang.
To the family. Mrs...
Lille Raisa...
Niku, Naku and tall Mr. Rurik.
So there.
Cranberry.
Half a bushel of cranberries. Or...
It's better than per span. Span - bushel. Right?
Bushel. Gallon?
Bushel will be fine.
Wonder how much mutton they eat?
Three hundred pounds from October to April?
300 bowl pounds...
Wondering if Tellu bakes herself or buys ready-baked bread?
The children, then?
They eat two or three kilos of sugar per person per month. It becomes...
October, November...
120 kilo.
And it will be…
Kilo is such a boring and common unit of measurement. Plain and boring...
300... Almost 300 bowl pounds. Think, Minnie!
Washing line? But it comes so little.
Sauna soap?
Also sables that they are not in the real wasteland. Then would...
What should I come up with for them? Sauna soap is... It's nothing!
In any case, they should have cans.
I have already recorded fish and game birds.
No... Or why not?
I wonder if they drink booze?
Wondering if Rurik is a cupboard cleaner? It is not at all impossible.
Did he have a red nose? Is that a sign of that?
If he is drunk, he can easily drink -
half a liter... quarter of a liter per day -
from October to April. It will be about... Two... Two hundred days.
One hundred liters.
But the wife probably won't agree to that.
The oven dampers!
Should both be open, or just one?
And if so, which of them?
We need to figure it out before we start firing. Winter is coming.
Should we ask that neighbor to look at the shutters?
I manage it myself.
Then, Rurik. This is the heart of the house.
You probably know the operating principle -
but the manufacturer's widow asked me to explain it anyway.
When you make a fire, possibly with crackling pine wood -
the damper must be open during the entire combustion.
Completely open. You must not touch it.
It must remain open until the last flame is extinguished.
Even the little blue one.
When the coal glows dark red in the hearth -
can you close the damper.
Then the heat is retained in the villa quite well.
And the cold doesn't bite Raisa's little felt slippers.
Speaking of which, the biting cold is coming soon.
One moonlit night you are awakened by the firecrackers coming from outside.
The trees crack. And in the morning the sky is on fire.
It burns like a cold fire. The blue spirit meter of the thermometer -
running down faster than a mouse tail escaping into the floor gap. Faster!
The cold eye of winter stares angrily at us.
And its white fist is ready to deliver the coup de grace!
How to stay alive, not to mention unfrozen?
But there is no reason to despair -
if you have sufficient winter supplies. Think!
The wind howls, a tree branch hits the window -
the drifts cover the whole house, but I say with conviction:
Your basement and shed are full.
The firewood stacks rise in the backyard.
Meat, fish, root vegetables, preserves and berries -
also suitable equipment -
together create the basis of the last link of the trinity called -
hopeful winter mood.
Hopeful winter mood...
Hi there, Raisa.
Minni has set out on her own adventures.
It is understandable. Mice also yearn for freedom.
Minni, come out!
Minni will probably come back, in due time.
When she's been fooling around long enough.
I haven't mentioned to the princess that Minni knows a little French. Listen:
Minni, how long have you known that Hamsteri?
A couple of years.
Who is he building the toys for? - No particular one.
Do you think he's a little weird?
He's probably not completely normal.
Where is his child?
I'm bad at mouse.
Did you mean what I drew?
No. What's that?
Here you see two peculiar berries that grow on the bog.
When one devoutly feels the aroma of the deer throne -
one thinks of the golden curls of the hot sunny day -
above the great swamps and the billowing sun smoke in the strait -
from where the water flows down to other bogs.
You can almost hear the call of the crane in the distance and feel the wooden bridges -
the walker's rhythmic steps, the sweat and the thirst.
But the cranberry, the sassy devil -
has taken on the sour grudge of the mire -
and the rightness of the rushing dizzy snow.
Hamsteri! Hamsteri!
Look what I have found!
That is not...
How many berries there are.
There are plenty of them on the bog. As said.
You are an experienced berry picker. - Yes.
Have you noticed that the weather has changed?
We are running out of time.
Winter is approaching.
The winter?
Now already?
We have to plan the purchases.
Yes, we must take action.
Exactly, brother.
Really.
Hello again.
According to which recipe do you pour in sugar?
My own. It's not that careful.
This is a really good start.
Soon you command -
a hundred-headed bottle and can column.
Tin cans?
Preserves contain the aroma of summer days -
the splash of the ocean waves. - Yeah...
It would also be easier for you, Tellu -
if you had supplies for the winter.
Why preserves when you have a car and can get everything fresh?
What if the car breaks down or gets stuck in a snowdrift?
Just that...
In town you might be able to buy fresh fruit in the winter -
but here...
Surely there is some scabby apple -
or some shriveled orange in the corner of the shop.
But what a job it is with fresh fruit!
You fight with shells and spit kernels on the walls.
They clatter to the floor and get stuck in the socks. Awkward.
But in cans...
The sweetest fruits of the tropics smell there.
There the beach trees of the gentle seas rustle.
Where in the tin cover and the clam shell of the label is preserved -
the chatter and exotic song of the harvest workers.
Now listen, Hamsterii is right.
You have to consider a year's consumption, otherwise you will perish.
Do you go under?
I give up! - Oh really? But how good.
With Rurik's help, I have made accurate calculations -
on the food consumption of a family of five.
How cute. - Do you think?
Yes, spinach is good. - Yes is not it?
'Hundred meters of washing line'? We probably don't need that much.
What is this? 'Two inches thick.'
It's five centimeters. One inch is 25 millimeters.
25,4.
Tio meter fem centimeters hamprep?
You understand...
If, for example, the firewood truck gets stuck in a snowdrift -
can Rurik, using blocks and ropes, pull it out...
Oh my God! 'Eight sacks of rye flour.'
'Cooly.' What is that?
That's 147.42 kilos. - Right there.
'Three sacks of wheat flour with a horse at the first snow.'
'Palisade?'
That thing with the palisade must have been included by mistake.
Now I remember, it was something completely different.
'Eight ounces of salt fish for a hard winter.'
Eights, exactly.
'300 bushels of sugar, some of which is top sugar.'
120 kilos of sugar! That's how much the whole family weighs!
The family's weight in sugar...
Give the list back, boys. It breaks if...
Before the harshest fall, Minni...
shall I make you little books. And newspapers.
And then I'll teach you to read.
An evening when the autumn storms are raging and there are snowballs -
have you eaten your fill -
that the tail trembles with pleasure.
And then... you go to bed, take the newspaper -
supports the cheek against the front paw -
and puts one leg on the other knee -
and read in peace and quiet -
while the rain beats against the window -
and it is indescribably bleak out there.
And I...
I...
enjoying delicious game rub that has been milled in a tin bucket.
I have cut thin, juicy slices of the reindeer -
which is browned with lard.
And after that corn cracker brushed with maple syrup -
and night black coffee with a splash of brandy.
I palisades...
there are stacks of frozen salmon -
caught with nets during the autumn spawning season.
The glacier drawing is nice.
The spear is of the wrong type. - Oh really? I didn't notice that.
They should be neater. They are indeed Inuit spears, but...
But characteristic of the northern tribes is the fur collar -
which look completely different than the ones in the picture.
Did you know that some of the peoples of northwest Greenland -
think they are the only people on earth?
I did not know that. But I can believe it.
I have also felt that way sometimes.
Our family had a hard time for many years.
We had no money, the children were sick all the time...
And Rurik...
He just sank down and disappeared.
Then you couldn't plan or dream about anything.
You were the only human on earth.
That's life.
This is a great list, Hamsteri.
I like it.
How can someone know a whole page from a book by heart?
Right from where you left off?
Hamsterii has probably read the book several times.
He has favorite places in many wilderness books.
Do you think 90 kilos of sugar would be enough to begin with?
That's quite a lot, too.
But you save money if you buy large batches -
because then you get a discount.
I have started planning a creative accounting system.
I received a booklet from Hamsteri.
The system has a column for each nutrient and gear -
so that you can see directly the stock's increases and decreases -
in terms of number, weight and space.
I have also created four other columns -
which shows the number in various interesting units of measure.
What devices? - Pound, bowl pound, barrel...
centner and bush... Bush...
Bushel.
Hello!
Here. - One meter on both sides.
And like this.
Bra.
I have to admit I'm a little nervous.
Is there lighting there?
I thought so.
And in the freezing cold -
froze everyone's eyes into gray balls -
which began to crack with a bang. Bang, bang...
Here we can store various delicacies.
And there... A big thigh with potatoes.
And we place the mutton here.
Meat... on the stone wall of the basement? - There is room here.
Basement temperatures average 0-41 degrees Fahrenheit.
It is coldest in April.
But in August, the temperature can be 53.6 degrees Fahrenheit.
Now wait... The meat... It's going to rot in here!
You have to be careful, Rurik. Let me take care of the planning.
There was at least 30 meters of snow.
They tried in vain to dig their way to the surface.
They dug in the wrong direction and froze.
These are sturdy shelves.
We can put loads of goods on these.
Hardly. One load corresponds to the weight of a large car.
Well... A five pounder, at least. - Absolutely.
And on the shelf up there -
we lift at least eight North Cape carrots stored in sand.
It was a joke!
There is no such thing as 'northern capes', sir.
Ed.
Hopeful winter mood.
- Hopeful winter mood.
Good day, Jallu! The husband keeps himself busy.
Rurik here -
want to get food for the winter for the family.
Oh really. Well... Of course we have food, always.
It will be a severe winter.
Winter is not to be trifled with when you have a family.
You must provide yourself with food.
In the spring, it is difficult to get hold of potatoes and meat.
What can it be?
Will you manage with this little?
It's sad that Tellu doesn't trust my calculations.
Better appear than appear.
You must make sure that the food does not rot.
This may not be enough. What should I do?
If we don't get more supplies this winter -
then what should we do?
We'll take two smoked sheep after all.
No, we say three.
At your own risk, the wife can say what she wants.
How are your sheep?
Excuse? - Are your sheep good?
They are good enough to munch on. - Vasa?
To munch on. - Exactly.
Feed the sheep well later.
Yes, they will get to eat a lot of food!
So they are something for the wife and children to munch on.
The cold doesn't touch you.
Your wife could make them slippers.
And fur vests, woolen trousers, woolen sweaters, gloves and socks.
I have drawn the soles of the feet.
This little foot belongs to Raisa. Oh, such small toes.
And such a small person.
Here is Tellus foot sole with thin sock.
Here are Niku's and Naku's feet, and here...
Tellu has apparently drawn claws on my picture.
It's her humor.
Good that you included patterns. Not everyone understands that.
What about firewood, then? How much do you want?
We also have pine wood. But you have to collect it far away by the marsh.
Pine has all the best properties of firewood:
radiant ignitability, a happy and uplifting flame -
a fresh scent and of course a homely buzz.
Yes, really homely.
And although there in the villa we pray that the thermometer will not drop any more -
so there is no need for us when we have pine wood in the fireplace.
Just that...
So how many cubic meters should you have?
A grim winter is to be expected.
The cold creeps in under the floor board lining.
The nail heads are frosted -
The Saturday sausage is freezing in the pantry.
I would say 10 - 15 cubic meters in terms of pine wood.
It's not far from the right thing.
I get goosebumps when I think of the north wind -
which sweeps across the lake towards the villa. Damn it!
Ten cubic meters is probably not enough.
Jallu, we take 15 cubic meters of pine wood.
If it's not enough, you get more, right? - Yes, then.
I would never let my neighbor freeze.
How much birch wood?
Rurik, avoid a tragedy -
and order 60 cubic meters of crackling birch wood.
I wouldn't say it otherwise, but for the sake of the children.
The adults always manage, but the children are another matter.
Raisa, come hit!
On with the rock.
By the way, it should be mentioned -
that this shop assistant or bod lady -
can be a bit haughty and indifferent.
For example, she knows no other languages ​​than Finnish.
Good day, miss. Canned food.
Peaches in heavy syrup, i.e. peaches in sugar syrup.
And sliced ​​pears from Spain.
On the can it says 'peras al natural, peso neto 850 gramos'.
Grams.
Okay.
And so we pass to the herring, the morning to glory.
Are they good to munch on?
How many? - Sex.
Six cans? Then you will surely take these little ones off.
No, the big ones.
And what about the wife's list?
Here is Mrs. Mom's list!
Raisa -
we make sure the only thing we take off mom's list is your doll -
and so we stick to dad's list.
So... six large cans.
Hamsteri, what else was included in the herring cans?
Greetings from the Atlantic, and…
The sea bear steps on an icy deck.
The rightful fury of the Norwegians before the approaching hurricane -
that threatens to drag the notes -
around the Arctic Ocean.
Remember that when you see a slippery piece of herring some Sunday morning -
next to the potatoes.
Peaches in heavy syrup. -Pears to the natural, net weight 850 grams!
And I'll have the doll.
It's obvious you've done that before.
Look there, Princess Raisa!
We'd better hurry, so we can make it to the special store.
Dad!
Little Raisa, just sleep. Daddy sings to you.
My friend, don't cry like that We are two small flies
Winged friends are never separated
My friend, don't cry so soon you will feel better
Together it's nice to fly in the blue
It feels terrible that Raisa is sleeping innocently in the car -
and I'll be leaving soon with a bottle of liquor in my hand.
Do you understand how I feel?
Dear Rurik, I admire your high morals.
Only men of steel dare to gamble with high stakes -
rises without trembling before Alko's controller.
The boys are waiting for treats -
and father hits the path of destruction!
And how...
How shall I endure their -
or the horrified looks of the shop lady?
Tellu will leave me. I become a human wreck.
That may very well be true. It's not impossible at all, but…
Have you considered the other side of the story?
You live by a lake, and around you spreads a snowy wasteland.
Do you know how treacherous the autumn ice is?
Arm the unfortunates who fall through the ice during the autumn days.
Shall the poor man's -
strained to the villa continue as a hearse?
Grace, Lord!
Do you really think it will help -
that you give her a gingerbread and a cup of lukewarm tea?
No! You must act immediately!
There comes the boiling water.
You pour in a few splashes of Jamaican rum -
or the Highlands' bitterest barley juice.
You open the unfortunate's mouth -
and pours into a cup. One more, and another.
She sputters. And then artificial respiration.
Then we buy plenty of brandy.
Gout-free days of old age for them -
who crushed grapes in large wooden vats with bare feet.
Eternal life to the flint skulls.
There in the dusty cellar of the monastery -
wanders an old church father from barrel to barrel -
while fingering a rosary and guarding the monk's choir.
Good thing you talked about the drowning people.
And...
Although owning these 40 bottled spirits is already a joy in itself.
Each bottle contains -
the special natural warmth of an entire area.
The shapes of the soil, the luxuriance of the vegetation -
the flight of the winds and the gentleness of the sun.
In every drop there is history and folk culture.
People's uprisings and periods of prosperity.
Oh, happy distillers of France!
Scotland's tappers.
Oh, the working boots of Spain and their lovely arms -
when they put corks in the bottlenecks.
Well... I must have gotten a little excited.
What nice warmth.
And nice that we have enough firewood.
I'm going to make lunch bags for Hamsteri too. For the bird collection.
And Rurik, only birds later. And only for the needs of a family.
You are as wise as an owl.
I knocked, because you have to knock.
Here you get sandwiches and nuts for Minni.
Thousand thanks. Minni really appreciates this.
She sleeps there in the gazebo.
I'm cleaning her house -
so she may rest in peace there.
Minni's home is cleaner than your home.
Do you think? - Yes.
Well... You might be right.
Mom said I can't stay long -
so goodbye, Minnie and Hamsteri.
Bye. Thanks again, Raisa.
We are lucky -
who get to enjoy landscapes like this.
Better this than sweating in the city -
breathe its foul exhaust -
and punish yourself.
Here we are surrounded by fresh air and the song of the animals.
Mainly the birds', the others probably don't sing.
Do you happen to have any birds for sale?
Rurik here is interested in buying -
some grouse and grouse.
Of course there are birds. Ducks.
On a windy December evening, I brought my dogs to a deserted cabin.
I was dead tired after a ski trip of 80 kilometers.
I could barely eat before I fell asleep wrapped in arctic fox skin.
I wake up in the morning, rub my eyes…
What a whining, what a roar out there!
The clouds are galloping like crazy over the cabin.
On the windward side, the cabin is already covered with snow.
If the snow swirls, let it swirl, I thought.
I made a fire with pine wood, talked to the dogs. There was warmth and food.
What do I care about snow ears?
And on the third night the storm subsided.
I dug my way to the surface, and what did I see?
Here and there a treetop jutted out of the drift.
During my three nights with my dear dogs in the deserted cabin -
eight meters of snow had fallen.
That's quite a lot, that.
I would also like a dog. It would be fun to talk to it.
It's nice when the dog is panting and looking happy.
Slokora, come here. So yes. Look who came.
What a kind, hearty look.
It's a very nice dog! - You get a nice dog from it.
It is wise and broods over things to pass the time.
If you teach him the alphabet, he can read by Christmas.
At least children's books. Do you give him a chessboard -
he has the advantage on the fourth move.
You see his forehead.
You can see that he pondered over things.
Rurik, follow his advice and buy the dog.
It is rare to see such a pleasant dog.
How were the parents? - The father was solid and hardworking.
Lived his life openly, but sometimes erupted.
And the mother? - The mother was gentle.
Raised their children well. The mother did her best, in everything.
Sloköra remembers her lovely parents with sadness.
Nothing can break your and Sloppy's shared trust.
Hand in hand you walk towards the twilight of life.
We confide in each other all our worries.
When the winter storms pass over our house -
does he feel that his life is secure.
Life is Beautiful. So beautiful...
Sloköra did not become a bird dog. No retriever.
He's too nice. He is not good for hunting.
Soon I won't either.
Sloppy.
Nowadays I only meet flocks of birds.
You can't take it! It is mine! - No!
A dog is coming!
What are you saying?
Whose dog is that over there?
We can say he is your dog. He bears the name Sloköra.
Slokóra, this is Niku and Naku, and excuse me, there we have the wife in the house.
I love beauty, it is like you
It's so close, but still not...
Like a pearl as clear as in the waters of heaven falls...
Like a pearl so clear...
I love beauty, it is like you
It's so close, but still not
Like a pearl as clear as in the waters of heaven falls
When the earthly fire consumes its fragile crystals
It does not hide in a large cluster, but in infinity
So I sail out among the stars in search of it
I see every drop in every corner of every world
And of all, you are the last one I reach
I love beauty, it is like you
So fleeting, but perish, it cannot
You, lonely soul, the first message from the brink of beauty
The only one who can take me ashore
Bravo! - Thanks.
Well done, Raisa.
Tellu, this is an incredible culinary delight.
That's wonderful. -Thank you.
Amazing.
Rurik? Oh my god, how do you actually eat?
I eat like a hunter. I eat like a wolf.
What do I care about snow ears?
My friend, don't cry like that We are two small flies
Winged friends are never separated
When we get sad, the wings feel so heavy
Then we sing a song about happy tomorrows
My friend, don't cry like that Together we will go the way
Everything feels a little better when you're not alone
What is it, Rurik? Did you poop your pants?
Is that from the basement?
There are of them.
Here you eat our winter jam even though it's pouring rain outside.
Why are you eating it now already?
Because I felt like it.
Tellu, can't we save on this one? There will be severe cold and snow storms.
We only consume the supplies when everything is ready.
Don't be ridiculous. What should we do with moldy jam in the spring?
The jam is for the real winter. Soon there will be snow.
Yes, but I want to eat jam now.
We have at least 40 jam jars in the cellar.
It won't end soon. Do you also want?
Rurik.
Crikey...
What then?
Hamsteri! Hamsteri!
Did you know that this is the warmest autumn since 1923?
Just so you know!
There, the test group tests the shoe grease.
It seems to work well. Really good. -Thanks.
Uncle Rurik! - Hello Darling.
I am so proud of you -
that you take the cold so seriously.
A glorious sight, this handsome fellow.
Tellu has taken a quart of sheep tallow -
two quarts of flexible tar and a quart of unsalted butter -
and melt everything together.
It's all bubbly in this sweet pot -
and now it's ready: the king of shoe butters -
the ruler of all shoe grease! Head higher than the others.
The water does not even want to come within 10 centimeters of the shoe -
rather, new furrows are cleared towards other watercourses.
It breaks through ridges, demolishes ponds, takes forests with it -
and villages! Sorry.
Now I got a little excited again.
The spit flew like a trouser button after a good dinner.
We have tried different shoe grease.
The kids are out there testing now. - Come and have a look.
This is pretty good.
I felt snotty, so I took a nub.
Winter is really approaching.
Yes, the children's enthusiasm... The children's enthusiasm is enormous and contagious.
Why are you guys having so much fun? - What do you mean?
This is serious. - What then?
This is just a joke for you.
I don't want puddles.
And why are you here sniffing fat with my wife?
There is only sorrow and water out there!
Just laugh at me. I laugh at your fat!
Everything is useless.
The fats, the herring, the hats, the boots and damn it..!
But darling! It's not the end of the world, is it?
Not the end of the world?!
You just sip brandy -
and not even mad that we bought it.
Take me to the station, right now.
I'm going back to town. No, I'll take the car!
Listen... -You can follow with other vehicles. If you want it now!
I can...
Come on, Slokóra! - Rurik!
Hello Sloköra, hello children. Rurik, listen now.
Dad and Hamsterii are going to get some fresh air.
Rurik, listen to me. The cold will probably snap you.
It will go off like a howitzer.
With hopeful winter mood, you are unbeatable.
Hopeful winter mood? - Right.
What are you doing?
Take this, Rurik. Calm down now!
My good man, stop it. I mean it.
Rurik... Tellervo, get bandages just in case.
Now you...
As you wish! I was a pugilist in the navy!
I can give you a round, if you want.
This is a little too brutal.
I would rather negotiate peacefully.
Stop!
Hopeful winter mood! Never lose faith...
Rurik, you are unbeatable!
The ring umpire raises your big fist -
and count to ten as a sign of your victory!
At your feet lies the winter chill - the sooty night of the Arctic Circle -
the rain, the gloom of mind -
in one huge pile!
Come here.
I can not take it. - Huh?
I can't wait any longer.
Why are you waiting?
The time has already come, my dear friend and neighbor Rurik.
I give you official permission to start enjoying your supplies.
Put on your slippers -
sit down and read about the fur hunter suffering from scurvy -
and die in Alaska's snowdrifts.
Become calm, collected and at peace.
Tellu, com!
Now we go and tell the children that everything is fine.
And maybe a little nub will take us.
In the heat of the dark night -
the rabbit and the fox jump the meadow. Or over a line.
Gosh hurry up...
And then they jump to the street.
Then comes the old ram -
and Christmas is ruined.
On Suvantovägen there is a residence with one bedroom.
54 squares.
It's probably too small for us.
On Santavuorivägen there is one of 63 square meters.
At a reasonable price.
What are you doing?
We do what you want.
We're going back to town right away.
Tellu.
Can you even see other people? - Where then?
Do you ever think about anyone but yourself?
Don't you want the apartment?
I agreed to a year here!
Everyone else is happy.
It went better than I dared hope for.
The children are healthy and happy. We finally did things together.
And you just bully like a two-meter-tall kid -
because it doesn't snow!
I can't do anything.
But you have already succeeded!
We don't need snow, cold or winter.
I just want you back. Nothing more.
Mamma.
Mamma!
Shut up!
Here we are, two comrades.
You can tell me anything.
I swear it stays in this cabin.
But why are you so sad? Is it sciatica?
Catarrh?
Are you unhappily in love?
Oh really. Is that Victoria next door?
I understand.
Trust Hamsteri -
and give this to Victoria.
The next evening, when she comes home from her round -
you lie next to her hut.
And sad and gloomy -
tell you about the incipient lung disease.
Teary-eyed, you tell her -
that you intend to bequeath your entire stash of bones to her.
The romance ends in harmonious bliss.
Raise! What..?
When will winter come? You promised to give dad the winter.
Winter will come.
It has already woken up. And it is angry. Come on!
Here is the earth, as you probably know.
This is Finland. And here is Novaya Zemlya -
and the Arctic Ocean that is mirror-like, until…
The winter storm crouches to leap.
The tail wags, and then it rushes forward with a roar -
over the tundra, over the mountains, the marshes and the lakes.
The uncertainty creates tension at the weather stations. Nerves fail.
At the dining table, the liver steaks and pickled onions are flying in the air.
The meteorologist tries to -
tear the telegraph operator's nose off!
Raisa!
Rurik! - What is it?!
What is that sound? - A storm!
Raise! Raisa has gone out into the storm alone.
Raisa!
Winter is here! - It has begun! Winter is here!
Winter is here!
In with you boys.
What did I say? My friend, winter!
Hopeful winter mood!
The power has gone.
This way. Be careful on the stairs.
What a sight.
Good, watch where you walk.
It is dark. So that nothing happens.
Now let's take a look.
No problem, I know what to do.
Hamsteri, wake up. Now we're going.
Where are we going?
Good morning, Sloppy.
Good morning, Minnie.
Yes... So where should we go? What happens?
Hamsteri. - And? Beretta.
The snow reaches right up to the upstairs window. We go out through the attic.
Follow me.
Go after dad.
I didn't in my wildest thoughts -
thought this would be possible.
This is more exciting than Curwood's and London's stories.
This will be the fable of fables!
It's unbelievable but true.
Rurik, no! Boys, wrap the scarf tightly around your neck.
Careful late, children. - Unbelievable...
Gently.
You can't jump down no matter how much you want to.
Rurik! Raisa has lost a tooth! - Baby, look at you!
Come on, boys. And Raisa too!
Shut up!
Here with the gimbal.
Raise! Hello. You...
Look here.
Your friend Minni wanted you to get this.
She thanks you for everything and wishes you a pleasant trip.
Thanks. - Thanks. Really.
Now we say goodbye to Hamsteri. - Bye.
Bra.
Should we open Hamsteri's package right away? - Yes!
Hamsteri!
It's from when we got there.
What is this? - There is mother and Hamsteri.
There's Minnie.
There we are on the bog. - Yes, on the excursion.
We eat sandwiches there.
There, dad and Hamsteri are roasting birds with Sloppy.
It's nice. - Very nice.
Yeah...
I wonder what the little one eats.
It probably doesn't eat adult food yet. I'll have to look into it.
And what about the southerner, then?
Fruit preserves of course.
Wonder if they like salted fish.