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ANDREI RUBLEV

Scriptwriters:

Andrei Mikhalkov-Konchalovsky
Andrei Tarkovsky

Directed by Andrei Tarkovsky

Director of Photography
Vadim Yusov

Sets - Evgeny Chernyaev
lppolit Novoderezhkin

Music by Vyacheslav Ovchinnikov

Sound Operator
Inna Zelentsova

Andrei Rublev - Anatoly Solonitsyn

Cyril - Ivan Lapikov

Daniil Cherny - Nikolai Grinko

Theophanus the Greek
Nikolai Sergeyev

God's Fool - Irma Raush
Boriska - Nikolai Burlyaev

Grand Duke, Minor Duke
Yuri Nazarov

Yuri Nikulin, Rolan Bykov
Nikolai Grabbe, Mikhail Kononov

ANDREI RUBLEV

Part One

Gimme a strap.

Now give it a push.

I hope we'll make it.

Come on, unfasten it.

- Yeah, in a minute.
- Do it.

Cut the rope!

Poke a firebrand at his mug.

I'm flying!

Efim!

What's going on?

I'm flying!

Arkhip, I am flying!

Hey you, come and join me.

Arkhip!

SKOMOROKH. 1400

I guess they've got lots
of daubers in Moscow.

No matter, we'll find some work.

Sure, but it's a shame --

My, I never noticed
this birch before.

When you know you won't
see it anymore --

Is it beautiful!

- Right. Ten years.
- Nine.

Nine for you, ten for me.

It's raining. Let's go.

Come on, we won't soak.

A band of skomorokhs
- you hear? -

Indulged too much
in home-brewed beer.

And a boyar
who came their ways

They did begin to loudly praise.

The boyar is poorly, what?

The boyarina is hot.

She puts out
but not for all.

Hey, boyarina, rat-tat.
Your boyar is back.

Says the boyar,

You skomorokhs,
are thieves and sots.

You should be flogged, yeah,
From Friday till Friday.

Bums, hoboes and weirdies,
May you choke with your beers.

Just you wait
till you're impaled.

Here they grabbed him

Beneath his navel,
above his knee

And laughing and bluffing,

Shaved him clean.

Hairless!
What a disgrace!

Even women have hair
in the right place.

Hopping like a flee,
the boyar cries bitterly.

So he heads for his home

And knocks on the door.

His woman looks out
and cries, Io!

She didn't recognize him

with his beard off.

And hit him - bang! -
on the forehead.

Shame and disgrace!
Put pants on your face.

Our boyar hit the road,
Geese cackling him off.

A priest mistook him
for a wench

And to the thicket
dragged the wretch.

For with his pants down

His front and back would look
the same.

Could we sit the storm out here?

Come on in.

Some homebrew?

- Thanks, we don't drink.
- Nor lay them gals.

God made a priest
and satan made a skomorokh.

Hey you, come over here.

Give it to him.

- Where were you?
- In the courtyard.

Let's go, shall we.

Danila!

The rain is over. Let's go.

Many thanks, madam.

THEOPHANUS THE GREEK. 1405

Have mercy. I am not guilty.

- Perhaps he's not guilty.
- It's a frameup.

Is any living soul in here?

- Want to have a look?
- Yes.

Welcome. We're going
to oil-dry now.

So you are Theophanus the Greek?

That's right. Why're you looking
at me? Look at our work.

And where do you come from?

The Andronnikov monastery.

So you must be Andrei Rublev.

Oh no.

I've heard of him.
Everybody praises Rublev.

He is a master.

But he could never do this.

The paints are so quiet.

My God, if it isn't --

Why did you stop praising me?
Go on.

I can't. Can't speak smoothly.

It is rightly said,

"You can grasp the essence
of every thing

if you name it correctly."

And Andrei... I'll say it
right to his face.

He's like a brother to me.
They heap praises on him, yes.

He lays paints gently
and skilfully.

But he is lacking

fear - and faith!

The faith that comes from
one's heart.

And simplicity.

As Epiphany said

about St. Sergius' virtue,

"Simplicity without flourishes."

That's what it is.

You couldn't have said better.

I would say you are
a philosopher.

D'you think it's good?

Why not follow the dictates
of your heart

in the darkness of ignorance?

"For in much wisdom
there is much grief."

"He that increaseth knowledge
increaseth sorrow."

Where's the drying oil?
Whose ears should I box?

- Has everybody vanished?
- I hear you work fast.

I have to. I get bored quickly.

I'd been messing with it
a week once, and gave up.

- Threw it away?
- Why, no.

I pressed sauerkraut with it.

I'm fed up with it all.

Plenty of apprentices
and not one of them brainy.

Don't know their ABCs.

Would you like to work for me?

Are you pulling my leg?

Not at all.

I need somebody to help me do

the Annunciation Cathedral
in Moscow.

Scaffolding has already
been put up.

Don't think I'll cope.

I'll tell you all
there is to tell.

You've got the brains.

Those dolts do it somehow.

I said no. Period.

As you wish.

You may regret it some day.
I don't forgive easily.

It's a sin.

You liked to discuss books

with a poor monk

and you choose to do him good.

I haven't touched a book
for over two years.

And I'm not going to.
Mine is a different path.

- I will die soon.
- Don't say such things.

Yes, I will. I dreamed
of an angel.

"Come with me", he said.

I said I'd die soon anyway.

So will you change your mind?

Deal. But there's one
reservation.

What is it? Money?
Is fifty-fifty alright?

I'll work for free.

Only you come for me
to Andronnikov.

Ask me to work for you

and be your apprentice

in front of the community,
and Andrei Rublev.

And I will slave for you

till my dying day.

- And what is your name?
- Cyril.

Orthodox believers,
truth lovers and Christians!

How long are you going
to torture the villain?

When are you going to stop?

Unthinkable sinners, you
dare judge him.

Have you no fear of God?

The Prince commands you
to come to Moscow.

You'll be doing
the Annunciation Cathedral

with Theophanus the Greek.

He is Andrei Rublev.
Is that right?

Yes, he is Rublev
and I am Cyril.

Theophanus the Greek

wants you in Moscow.

I thank Theophanus.

Tell him

I'll be there.

My pate is splitting.

Get some apprentices

and come tomorrow.

Any smithy around here?

Behind the chapel.

Farewell, God's folks.

Why not start out today?

Just pack up and set off.

Before Theophanus has changed
his mind.

- I am not going.
- How's that?

- I can't do without you.
- That's your problem.

I thought we'd go together.

Why think for me?
I wasn't asked.

I can't go without you.

Yes, you can.
You didn't ask me.

Theophanus just beckoned you.

Don't take it close to heart.

You're not the first
and not the last.

And I've got heaps of things
to do here.

Very well then.

Thomas, Alexis, Peter,
get ready.

You are coming with me.

Rejoice, Oh young man,
in thy youth.

Let thy heart cheer thee,
in the days of thy youth,

And walk in the ways
of thine heart...

But know thou
that for all these things

God will bring thee
into judgment.

Remember now thy Creator...

While the evil days come not,
nor the years draw nigh,

when thou shalt say,

I have no pleasure in them.

While the silver cord
be not loosed,

nor the golden bowl be broken,

nor the pitcher be broken
at the fountain.

Then shall the dust return
to the earth as it was;

and the spirit shall return
unto God who gave it.

Vanity of vanities, saith
the Preacher; all is vanity.

Cyril, have you seen
Father Nicodimus?

I haven't seen him
since morning.

He took my mittens
and vanished into thin air.

I gotta lay in firewood
and the logs are ice cold.

Why are you burning the torch?
It's morning.

Did you feed my dog?

You didn't ask me, did you?

Left something?

I've come to say goodbye.

You did.

Just to say goodbye.

My heart was heavy.

Then the devil embroiled us.

I can't live with it.
I must confess.

Will you take it?

I won't make it, Danila.

We've shared a cell for years.

I've got no one but you.

I look at the world
with your eyes.

I listen to it with your ears.

With your heart--

I'm glad for you,
you stupid head.

I wish you knew how much.

Go to Moscow, paint --
and I'll be proud of you.

As for the words I said earlier,
it was the devil's work.

I'll be back, Danila.

Where are you going?
It's the evensong soon.

You can pray without me
and I will do without you.

What's wrong with you, Cyril?

I am fed up with telling lies.
I'd rather be a layman.

Why did we leave the Trinity
monastery?

Say it!

Because the monks put profit

before faith.

Here we meant to serve God
and what came of it?

The monastery now looks
like a market-place.

Take it. How many serfs did
you give to become a monk?

And you followed the Superior
and bargained with him.

For a water-meadow

you wanted eternal beatitude
for yourself.

You know it very well,
only you won't say it.

Perhaps I would suffer
this abomination

if I had some talent

or an aptitude
for icon painting.

But God didn't give me talent,
thank goodness.

I am happy that I am untalented,

that is why I am honest
and innocent before God.

There's one more thing
I want to say, brethren.

What can you say that we
don't know?

Do you know what happens
to the likes of you?

Out of my sight, you,
serpent's breed.

You'll do well in the world,
Godless creature.

I say, Cyril...

"And Jesus went into the temple
of God

"and cast out all them that sold
and bought in the temple,

"and overthrew the table
of the moneychangers,

"and the seats of them
that sold doves,

"and said unto them,

My house shall be called
the house of prayer."

And you made a den
of thieves of it.

PASSIONS FOR ANDREI. 1406

I washed brushes for Danila
for 3 years before he

trusted me to clean an icon.

Do you trust me?

You lie at every step.

You came yesterday.
Your cassock was tacky.

- Where were you?
- In the bee-garden.

And you told me it was
the Andronnikov monastery.

You are a sight.

Wash it away or you'll
swell up like a boar.

No use. It's too late.

You are making up stories
without end.

Can it be a disease?

What disease?

It must be a disease

when a man tells lies
and can't stop.

Look, Thomas.

- Look where?
- Oh you blockhead.

Why on earth did I make you
my apprentice?

Didn't you say to Theophanus:

"This one is bright
and he likes azure."

You worked hard then
and did not lie.

And Theophanus said about
your azure:

"Big deal, azure."

And you eat too much.

I wonder how you can paint
after that.

What can I think of
when my tummy is rumbling?

All I hear is the rumbling.

Lucky dog, Thomas. All's
well and good for you.

It is only through praying
that your heart

can come from the visible
to the invisible.

Lo! What is that?

So you choose to leave
the apostles on the left.

Did you take the glue
off the stove?

Did you take the glue
off the stove?

So he likes azure.

He must be flogged on Saturdays.

Where have you seen all this

now when everybody is fearing
for his ass?

Moscow women gave their hair
to Tatars for a levy.

It's better to shed one's hair

than suffer indignities.

Customarily

Russian women are humiliated
and unhappy.

But that's another story.

Tell me frankly: are our people
benighted or not?

They are. The question is
who is to blame.

They are benighted
because of their stupidity.

You have no sins. Is it
because you are ignorant?

I do have sins. O God,
forgive me and humble me.

The Last Judgment is coming.
We will all burn out like candles.

And lay the blame
at each other's door.

And try to embellish ourselves
before the Almighty.

How can you paint being
in this frame of mind?

And you accept praises.

I'd have taken the vows of
schema and live in a cave.

I serve God, not men.

They praise you today
and vilify tomorrow.

The next day they'll forget
why they praised you.

They'll forget you and me -
everything.

Everything is vanity and decay.

All follies and vile deeds
were committed in the past

and men are only repeating
them now.

If Jesus came again,

they would crucify him again.

If you only remember evil things

you will never be happy
before God.

Maybe you should forget some
things, not all.

I don't know how to say it.

Don't say it then.
Listen to me.

Do you think you can do good
single-handed?

Do good? Do you remember
the New Testament?

Jesus collected men in temples
and taught them.

Later they came to kill him.

"Crucify him!" they cried.

And His disciples?

Judas betrayed Him,
Peter denied Him.

They all fled. And they
were the best of the best.

But they repented.

Yes, when it was too late.

Sadly, men do evil things.

Judas sold Christ.
And who bought Him?

The people?

Pharisees and scribes.

A witness was never found,
try as they would.

And who could slander
the innocent?

The crafty Pharisees
were old hands at bluffing.

They had learned to read
and write and used

the people's ignorance
to advantage.

People should be reminded
that they are human beings

that Russian people are of
one blood and one land.

Evil is everywhere around.
And there are always those

who would sell you for 30 coins.

New and new trials are heaping
on the Russian men --

Tatars, famine, pestilence.

But they keep on working.

And carrying their cross
humbly...

They never despair but resign
themselves to their fate

only praying to God to give
them strength.

Won't the Most High forgive them
their ignorance?

You know it...

Something goes wrong

or you get tired, and then

you meet somebody's eyes
and feel like you

have received communion,
and feel better.

Is that not true?

Jesus may have been born
and crucified

to reconcile God with man.

Jesus came from God,
so He is almighty.

He died on the cross -
it was predestined.

His crucifixion and death
were God's deed.

It had to arouse the hated
not of those

who crucified Him,
but of those who loved Him.

They loved Him as a man

but He, of his own will,
forsook them

showing injustice
or even cruelty.

Do you know what you are saying?

You may be banished
to the north to restore icons.

Am I not right?

Don't you always speak
your mind?

I do. For I'm a layman,
a free man.

FESTIVITY. 1408

Over here, Sergius.

Right. You make the fire.

Thomas,
let's pick some firewood.

Peter hasn't seen
the Assumption

or St. Dmitry cathderals.

When he climbs scaffolding,

and daubs a little, he'll
know what this is about.

We won't make it before
wintertime.

June is around the corner.

What's with you?

Hold it.

- Nightingales.
- Nothing more?

Listen.

- What's that?
- Come, come.

Witches' sabbath.

Where are you going?

- Come to me.
- Wait.

I see a black rascal, like,
hiding.

Those God's servants.
They are so nosey.

Let me go.

We will, first thing
in the morning.

And now we'll put
a boulder on your neck

to help you reach
your destination.

Fire will come from heavens
and will burn you.

The Last Judgment will come.

Now we'll attach you
to this cross-piece

like Jesus Christ.

Please don't.

You can't do this to me.

It's a sin.

Tie me head down
if you must.

Let him hang.

Let him stay for the night,
unless he rises.

Why head down?

It would've been quite bad.

Why'd you abuse us?
Threatened to burn us with fire?

It's a sin to walk around naked
and all that.

This is the night when
everybody must love.

Is love a sin?

Do you call it love
tying a man?

What if you would bring
bodyguards or monks

to convert us to your faith?

D'you think it's easy
to live in fear?

You fear because you live
without love

or your love is sinful
and bestial.

Instead of brotherly.

No matter. It's love.

Please untie me.

Where were you?

The dense thicket.
My body is all bruised.

But the locals don't mind.
They are used to it.

People live by habits.

I guess old folk don't even
use their brains.

Their lives pass in the same
old rut.

I suppose they like it

when time drags on from dawn
till dusk without end.

Look at you.

Scratched and bruised all over.

Aren't you ashamed
of your learners?

- Couldn't you come earlier?
- No, I couldn't.

You sin, you repent, you pray.

Catch her!

Run, Martha!

Can't you catch
the stinking guy?

What have you done?

The damned heathens don't
believe in one God.

Don't look, Sergius.
You don't want to see this.

Your Prince won't last long
and we'll live like we lived.

Help, Theodore!

Let me go.

Don't go. She'll drown you
before you know it.

Martha, swim!

THE DAY OF JUDGMENT.
SUMMER, 1408

- Thomas!
- What do you want?

May I go take a dip?

- No way.
- It's hot.

It's not hot. Don't lie.

Let him go bathing.

All he wants is to bathe.
Hot indeed.

Okay, you want to take a swim,
go and take a swim.

Come on, go. What are you
waiting for?

- Where's Andrei?
- Out.

The thing is...

I mean...

I come to see the bishop...

The place is a perfect
pandemonium.

The bishop, red in the face,
is running around in his underwear.

"My patience is running out",
he says.

Meaning you.

"Everything was set
two months ago

"and those idlers have
done nothing.

"They demanded heaps of money
and haven't moved a finger."

- Did you ask a lot?
- What are you talking about?

"I don't care if it's

"Daniil Cherny or Andrei Rublev",
he says.

Yeah, he said that

and wrinkled his face.

"Yes, he is Rublev.
"He is Andrei. So what?

"I want the cathedral done

"by autumn!"

He sent a messenger to complain
to the Grand Duke.

I think you should know.

- Where is Andrei?
- Gone again.

Why don't you start without him?

Don't laugh. There are many
of you around here.

You can do it.

Many wits are better than one.

For shame, Andrei.

A messenger was sent to complain
to the Prince.

Just say yes or no.

We fixed it in Moscow,

discussed every detail.

The Grand Duke said it was good.

Now what is not clear?

Why are we arguing all the time?

Maybe I am old and out of
my mind?

"The Day of Judgment."
Go and do it.

Shall we drop the whole thing?

Yes, let's drop it
and go back home.

How will I look people in
the face? I'll die of shame.

It's warm and dry and we are
wasting our time.

We could've finished the dome
and the pillars by now.

Could have done it vibrantly
and beautifully.

We could've painted
the sinners boiling in tar,

so that it would make
one's flesh creep.

I've contrived a demon...
Smoke from his nostrils...

Smoke is not the point.

- What is?
- I don't know.

I can't.

I can't paint this. I hate it.
Can you understand it?

I don't want to frighten
people away.

Can't you see?
It's "The Day of Judgment"!

It is not my invention.

I can't.

Why didn't you say it in Moscow?

We shouldn't have agreed.

That's foul play.

I am what I am.

I quit. This work is not for me.

Thanks for your kindness,
for your clips.

You've taught me some things,
I'm gonna do some real work,

I was asked to do a church
in Pafnutievo.

Small honor, but for real.

It's "The Day of Judgment".

Who's coming with me?

All right, stay here
but don't have regrets later.

Though I speak
with the tongues of men

and have not charity, I am
become as sounding brass.

And though I have the gift
of prophecy,

and have all knowledge
and all faith,

so that I could remove
mountains,

and have not charity,
I am nothing.

And though I give away
all my goods

and I give my body
to be burned,

and have not charity,

it profiteth me nothing.

Charity suffereth long,
and is kind;

charity envieth not, vaunteth
not itself...

is not puffed up, doth not
behave itself unseemly,

is not easily provoked,
thinketh no evil;

rejoiceth not in iniquity,

but rejoiceth in the truth;

believeth all things,
hopeth all things.

Charity never faileth:

but prophecies shall fail,

and tongues shall cease,

and knowledge shall vanish away.

For shame, Princess.

D'you think it's good?

It's a sin to splash milk.
It's bad.

- Why is it a sin?
- Because --

- Mop it up.
- It'll dry of itself.

Let's go for a walk
to the river.

Let me go, do let me go.

Do you like it?

Couldn't be better.
Light and beautiful.

Light...

Get her out of here.
You've spoilt her.

No one can make you
a better mansion than us.

Look at the colors.
And the carving.

Mitya here can carve
without marking.

It comes naturally to him,
like a bird's song.

Could be a bird's song, yes.

But you are a Grand Duke,
aren't you?

Don't you like it?

It must be repainted,
the walls and the ceiling.

But brighter and more powerfully.

- I've been doing this for 40 years.
- So use your skill

to glorify the Grand Duke.

We will not alter a thing.

We have to do another job.

Your brother is waiting for us
in Zvenigorod.

They've already brought stone.

It's good. Whiter than this one.

When your brother came here
at Easter

we made a deal.

"I give you a free hand,

just make a super mansion
for me."

So Zvenigorod will it be.

The Prince just froze still.

When I mentioned Zvenigorod?

He's afraid his brother
will outdo him.

- Who did this?
- Me.

Why didn't you set
it into the wall?

- Couldn't manage it.
- A fine beast...

It crumbles.

I told the Prince not
to stint money on stone.

He's probably sorry now.

I would show him
for stinting money.

Goat, look lively!

Where is Stepan?

- Where is Stepan heading to?
- Zvenigorod I guess.

Good.

I've soiled my hands.

- Is the stone better?
- Yes.

- Look, it's the lieutenant.
- What does he want here?

Hold it, foreman.

Hey, jerk, give him a hand.

Where's my whip?

- Nikolai!
- Mitya!

Has anybody seen my whip?

Gee, I have lost my whip.

Sergius, read the Scripture.

- What passage?
- Take your pick.

Now I praise you, brethren,
that you remember me

and keep my ordinances.

But I would have you know

that the head of every man
is Christ;

the head of the woman is the man;
the head of Christ is God.

Every man praying, having
his head covered,

dishonoureth his head.

Every woman that prayeth
with her head uncovered

dishonoureth her head.

For that is even all one
as if she were shaven.

For if the woman be not
covered, let her also be shorn.

But if it be a shame for a woman
to be shorn, let her be covered.

For a man indeed ought not
to cover his head,

foreasmuch as he is the image
and glory of God:

but the woman is the glory
of the man.

For the man is not of the woman,
but the woman of the man.

Neither was the man created for
the woman but the woman for him.

For this cause ought the woman

to have power on her head.

Neither is the man without
the woman, nor the woman...

Go on.

For as the woman is of the man,

even so as the man also by the
woman; but all things of God.

Judge in yourselves:
is it comely that a woman

pray unto God uncovered?

Doth not even nature itself
teach you,

that if a man have long hair,
it is a shame unto him?

But if a woman have long hair,
it is a glory to her.

Why did you stop? Read on.

It is a glory to her:
for her hair is given her for--

Hey, Danila.

They are celebrating.
It's a holiday!

They are not sinners.

Nor is she, even if she doesn't
wear a cover.

A sinner indeed.

Leave him alone. Let the servant
of God repent.

ANDREI RUBLEV

Part Two

Raid. 1408

They are coming, Prince.
The Tatars are coming.

Squint-Eye, go muster the men.
You hear me?

I say, Prince!

Can this really be the ford?

It's rains. They caused floods.

We'll ride on then. Follow us.

We expected you yesterday.

I was passing by a small town &
couldn't resist the temptation.

I am late, sorry.

Let's go. Keep to the left,
it's shallow here.

You're not bluffing, are you?

I am not. Vladimir is okay.

The Grand Duke is in Lithuania.

I hear the Grand Duke has a son

but you've set your sights
on his throne.

Time will tell.

I see you want that throne
very much.

Hey,

I said keep to the left.

Keep up with me, Prince.

You really care for your brother.

Such is our fate.

Did you try to make it up?

I didn't.

The Metropolitan said to swear
in God's truth

that we will live in peace
and chime.

There comes the Grand Duke.

So my brother is here.

Vladimir is beautiful.

A big city.

Go.

Keep up with me, you cur,
or I'll maim you.

Keep up with the Prince.

Forward! To the gates!

Tatars! Run for your life!

Run, run!

Get him, Thomas.

Why, folks, we are Russian too.

You Vladimir bastard!

Catch him! Get him!

Go round, you sheep's head.

You deaf? Go round!

What is that? The place
is peopleless.

They all ran away.

Your bitch has grown up
and forgotten me.

My good man, let me go.

Let me go!