Solomon plays

This story has a anniversary today.
I once worked as an executive producer on a full-length film. And I have a lot of stories about how we filmed “Teli and Toli”.
The change ended. They are tired and want to eat. And only the director Amirov mysteriously looked at the mountains and moved his lips. Then he turned sharply to me and said:
Tomorrow we need a bear. A little! It is 200!
and Sasha. Why do we have bears tomorrow? We have plans only in a week.
Better tomorrow! We’re shooting the first scene and I’ve come up with something. I need bears. But not 200. Let it 20!
I have to say that we were filming in the village of Mount Karza, where the bears were of course. But they wandered high on the loaves. It was unrealistic to bring them to the field by 7 a.m. The only place where sheep were 100% - cattle market in Vladikavkaz. And we went for the lambs with the artist on the rekvisit of Ali. The bears are a record.
The lamb dealers were very excited when they found out that we needed 20 pieces for tomorrow morning. But here I confused them:
We would rent...
In the sense?
We will return tonight. The movie for us...
The harsh merchants were upset, but they looked at us with respect.
The next morning, at 5:30 p.m., Ali and I were already at the sheep. The news that some crazy people are paying money to “bring 20 lambs to the mountains and return them in the evening” has flown around the market. They all gathered. Someone brought the children. No one paid attention to me, everyone spoke respectfully to Ali: she was evil, in shorts, rubber boots and with a cigarette. It was clear that she was the main.
The owner of the lamb went into the pit, thoughtfully looked at the pets. I chose one. He turned his face to the artist on the rekvisit and asked:
Will it go?
Not asleep and tired after yesterday's Al, darkly sneezed. The bear with a powerful throw was sent into the body. The casting begins! The lambs, feeling uncomfortable and not realizing that their star hour had come, began to wear around the squad and mourn! The vendors laughed at the barons. The dogs cuddled. The kids were crying. Only Alie and I quietly chose the actors.
Suddenly Al said:
– Stop... That’s not what you need... Someone he... Not convincing...
There was silence. The owner was confused. and red. Then he gave the loser a pinch and confessed:
and fucking. I never liked him either.
The unconvincing bear immediately became an outcast. Sadly said "Beye" and left the casting.
And here we dumped 20 beginner actors and got lucky on the pitch. According to the scenario, we have an early morning, a small canyon, fog and thunderstorms that dullly jump through the rivers. The fog was decided to make army smoke. They are smelly, but they are cheap.
The camera engine. and carried. Actor Soslan Fidarov, who played the shepherd, stretched with army smoke, remembered that he was not a shepherd, but Pinochet of the "9th company" and began to serve replicas with a light Chechen accent. Director Amirov shouted “Stop!” I began to explain the task. Three birds fainted. The rest began to be sharply envious of the unconvincing fellow who did not pass the casting.
Then a young girl fainted. It became fun. Unnoticed sounds. The actor Pogosyan matured in Russian, Armenian and a little in Kazakh. The operator, the indignant Peter Leonidovich Duchovskaya, smoked the pipe and released two clubs of smoke. The fog became even better than the real one, and the Mount Karza became even more like the Ipr.
By the fifth day, everyone was accustomed to the smoke. But the barons have risen! They categorically refused to jump across the river, as the script required. Director Amirov again shouted “STOP!” I began to explain the task. The lambs seemed to agree, but as soon as the camera turned on they began to behave naturally and not forcibly, that is, like lambs.
The solution was proposed by the lightmakers. All the men free from the filming process, tightly took the skin of the lamb. Put their heads in the right direction. With the “Motor!” Everyone gave a delicious bagel. The lambs surprisingly flew across the river, breaking the dense fog with their bodies. The scene was saved.
In the evening, the whole Scottish market met our athlete. The bears rose proudly. They knew they had to live with the burden of fame.
Suddenly, a black “beha” flew to our hunt. They shouted from her:
What about barons?
Impresario of our sheep evaluatively looked at his creative team, then on the potential buyer, and said:
and eight!
The people of Beaumont were outraged:
Shut up! Five everywhere! Is it yours, gold?
The owner of the baron cried out:
They are out of five. These are eight.