All language subtitles for Andrei Rublev-1966-eng

MOSFILM

Creative Association
of Writers and Filmmakers

ANDREI RUBLEV

Scenario:
Andrei Konchalovsky, Andrei Tarkovsky

Director: Andrei Tarkovsky

Photography: Vadim Yusov

Art Direction: E. Chernyaev,
E. Novoderezhkin, S. Voronkov

Music: Vyacheslav Ovchinnikov

Assistant Director: I. Petrov
Sound: I. Zelentsova

Editing: I. Feyginova
Makeup: V. Rudina

Costumes: I. Novi, M. Baronovska

Intern Director: B. Oganesyan

Second Assistant Directors:
A. Macheret, M. Volovich, A. Nikolaev

Camera Operator: V. Sevostyanov

Operator's Assistants:
A. Andrianov, R. Ruvinov, P. Sudilin

Set Decorator: E. Korablev
Assistants: T. Isaeva, I. Pertsev

Special Effects:
V. Sevostyanov, P. Safonov

Historical Advisers: V. Pashuto,
S. Yamshchikov, M. Mertsalova

State Film Orchestra
and All-Union Radio Chorus

Conducted by Vyacheslav Ovchinnikov

Producer: T. Ogorodnikova

Andrei Rublev: Anatoly Solonitsyn

Kirill: Ivan Lapikov

Danil the Monk: Nikolai Grinko

Theophanes the Greek: Nikolai Sergeyev

Durochka "Idiot Girl": Irma Raush
Boriska: Nikolai Burlyaev

Grand Prince, Lesser Prince:
Yuri Nazarov

( Supporting Cast )

ANDREI RUBLEV
Part One

- Arkhip, give me the strap.
- Hold it.

Take it.

Come here and help.

Lord. Let it go right.

Hurry. Tie it up.

- Arkhip! Hold on a second.
- Come on, quick! Yefim!

I'm here. I'm here.

This time.

Cut the rope, man! Cut the rope!

I'll show you! Cut the rope!

I'm flying.

Yefim!

- Oh, my God.
- Where are you going?

I'm flying!

Arkhip!

I'm flying!

Hey! Chase me!

My God! What is it?

Arkhipushka!

THE JESTER
1400

Aren't there enough painters
in Moscow without us, Danil?

We'll find some sort of work.

All this is right, but it's a pity that ―

I passed this birch every day
and never noticed it.

When you know you'll never see it again,
it means something.

It's been 10 years.

- Nine.
- Nine for you, but 10 for me.

No, seven for me. Nine for you.

It's raining. Over here.

Let's go. We won't melt.

The jesters were walking
drunk on mead and beer

When they met their master
the boyar

And they sang to greet him

O Master, O Boyar

Everything is ready in the kitchen

The boyar's plump wife
is a trollop, but choosy

Mistress, open the door
The master's coming

My lord is riding.

The boyar yells,
"Jesters are all thieves and drunkards!

You should be whipped
from Friday to Friday!

You goats and tramps,
drown in your beer!

Soon you will be hung by the wrists!"

The Jesters grabbed him
between his navel and his knees.

They shaved his beard
What's a boyar without his beard?

Any woman would rather
he had a beard

The boyar yells,
hops about like a flea

The goat has a beard like my master

He scurries home,
raps on the window

But his wife doesn't recognize
his naked cheeks

With no beard to grab hold of

She whacked him with a rolling pin

What a disgrace!

"Cover your naked cheeks
with your breeches

Clear off, beardless boyar!"

He hobbled off, pursued by geese

And met a priest
who mistook him for a woman

and dragged him into the bushes

Without breeches,
he looks the same at each end

Take a look at my kisser.

The woman saw a bald head

And grabbed it by the beard

May we have shelter from the storm?

Come in.

Do you want some beer?
You're soaking wet.

Thank you. We don't drink.

Nor play around with women.

God sent priests,
but the devil sent jesters.

The woman saw a bald head!

By the beard!

So my woman might have
been playing in the bushes?

I'll show you!

Anyway, your woman...

Come here, you.

What are you doing?

Give it to him.

Where were you?

Outside.

Shall we go?

Danil, the rain's stopped. Let's go.

Christ be with you.

THEOPHANES THE GREEK
1405

I'm innocent! I beg you!

Is anyone in here?

Have you come to look?

Yes, to look.

Then look. We'll soon be finished.

- So you are Theophanes the Greek?
- That's me.

Why look at me? Look there.

Where are you from?

From Andronnikov Monastery.

From Andronnikov Monastery?
Are you by chance Andrei Rublev?

No.

I've heard everyone praise this Rublev.

He's good, but not as good as this.

Such delicate colors.

Oh, Lord, it's just ―

Why did you stop praising me?
Go on.

I can't. I can't find the right words.

Konstantin Kostechevsky
was right when he said,

"Only with true insight
can you grasp its essence."

Whereas Andrei ―
And I'll tell him to his face.

He's like my brother.

He's praised, it's true.

He paints well, with subtlety.

But there's something lacking
in all his work.

There's no awe, no faith.

No faith that comes
from the depths of his soul.

No simplicity.

As Epiphanius said in
The Life of Saint Sergius,

"Simplicity, without gaudiness."

That is what this is. It's sacred.

Simplicity, without gaudiness ―
you can't say it better.

I see you are a wise man.

If so, is that a good thing?

If one is ignorant, isn't it better
to be guided by one's heart?

In much wisdom there is much grief.

And he who increases knowledge
increases sorrow.

Proshka! Where is that oil?

Whose ears should I box?

It is as though the earth
has swallowed everyone.

They say you paint quickly.

I cannot work any other way.
I get bored.

I wasted a week on an icon once.
- You threw it away?

No. I used the board to press cabbage.

It's all so boring.

I have pupils and assistants in abundance,
but none of them are any good.

They can neither read nor write.

Listen, help me. Be my assistant.

Don't make fun of me.

I'm not making fun of you.

In spring, I must paint
the Church of the Annunciation in Moscow,

and I have no assistants to do it with.

The scaffolding is being built.

Do you understand?
- I do understand.

But I wouldn't be able to cope.

I'll teach you.
You never prepared a wall for a fresco?

You've got a brain.
Even these idiots can prepare a wall.

I said no, and I mean no.

You know best.

But, mind you, don't regret it.
I can be vindictive.

I may regret it, but it's a sin for you.

An unknown monk comes to you,

and you like the fact that you
can talk about books with him

and you decide to take him and favor him.

But I haven't looked at a book
for three years, and I don't want to.

- Why?
- I have a different road.

- I shall die soon.
- You shouldn't say that.

The other night, I dreamed of an angel.

He said, "Come with me."

I said, "I'll die soon enough
without you."

You won't change your mind, will you?

Only on one condition.

Whatever you want.
Money? Half my fee, okay?

No. I'll work for nothing
if you yourself...

...come to Andronnikov Monastery
to fetch me.

Before the community, the metropolitan,
ask me to help you.

Before the brotherhood,
before Andrei Rublev.

Then I shall serve you like a slave,
like a dog

until the day I die.

What is your name?

Kirill.

Orthodox Christians, lovers of truth.

How long will this torture go on?
When will you end this?

He has already seven times atoned
for his sins ―

for both his sins and yours.

You are incredible sinners yourselves.

The grand prince orders you to Moscow

to paint the Cathedral of the Annunciation
with Theophanes the Greek.

- Tell him ―
- Wait.

Is he really Andrei Rublev, this fellow?

Truly.

Yes, he's Rublev, and I'm Kirill.

Theophanes the Greek
says he wants you in Moscow,

and he wishes to see you.

I thank Theophanes.

Tell him...

Well...

I'll come.

My head is splitting!

Bring my horse here.

What is wrong?

Choose whichever helpers you like
and be ready tomorrow.

Is there a blacksmith here?
If not, I'll fall off again.

There is a blacksmith's shop outside,
beyond the chapel.

Farewell, God-fearing people!

Let's go today, shall we, Danil?

Let's go quickly...

...before Theophanes changes his mind.

I'm not going.

Why aren't you going?

How can I manage without you?

As best you can.

I thought we'd go together.

Why were you thinking for me?
I was not invited.

I can't do it without you.

You can. You agreed to go
without asking me.

Theophanes simply beckoned.

Don't worry.
You're not the first or the last.

Even without you,
there's plenty of work for me here.

Thank God for it.

Foma, Aleksei. Let's get ready.

Piotr, you're coming with me.

Rejoice, O young man, in thy youth

and let thy heart cheer thee
in the days of thy youth.

Walk in the ways of thine heart
and in the sight of thine eyes,

but know that, for all these...

...God will bring thee into judgment.

Remember now thy Creator
in the days of thy youth

before the difficult days come
and the years draw nigh

when thou shalt say,
"I have no pleasure in them."

Remember thy Creator
before the silver cord be loosed

or the golden bowl be broken
or the pitcher shattered at the fountain

or the wheel broken at the well.

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."

Kirill, have you seen Father Nikodim?

Where has he got to since this morning?

He took my gloves, then disappeared
as though the earth swallowed him.

I have to chop wood, and the logs are icy.

Why is your candle burning?
It's daylight.

Did you feed my dog?

Did you ask me to?

What's the matter?

Go away.

Did you forget something?

I came to say farewell.

We've said farewell.

I came to say farewell, but ―

It was hard for me before.

Then the devil created enmity between us.

I can't go away like this.

I must make confession.

Will you hear it?

I cannot do anything, Danil...

...after living so many years
together in the same cell.

Apart from you, I have no one.

I see the world with your eyes.

I hear it with your ears...

...with your heart.

I am happy for you, you old fool.

If only you knew how happy.

Go to Moscow, paint.
I shall be proud of you.

The devil tempted me the other day too.
Forgive me.

I'll come back, Danil.

Where are you going?
What about vespers?

I'll manage without you.

What's wrong with you today, Kirill?

What's happened, Kirill?

I'm tired of lying.
I'm going back out into the world.

Why did we leave Trinity Monastery?

Andrei, Danil,
you are not saying anything.

Because the brothers
valued profit higher than faith.

They forgot why they had
entered a monastery. And now?

We sought to praise God with faith
and work, but what's happened?

The monastery's become a bazaar.

How many souls
did you trade in for monasticism?

Twenty? Thirty maybe?

And you ran after Father Superior,
bargaining.

For two meadows, or even one,
you bought eternal salvation.

You don't need me to tell you,
but you prefer to keep quiet.

Perhaps I would also tolerate
all this loathsomeness if I had talent.

But what talent?
Just a slight ability to paint icons.

God be praised that he gave me no talent.

I'm fortunate not to have talent.

I can be honest and pure before God.

I'll tell you something else, brothers.

What do you want to tell us?
What do we not know?

Do you know what happens to your sort?
Speak. I won't get offended.

Well, I ―

Get out, you dog!

Out of my sight, you serpent!
Rejoin the world, slanderer!

Now do you see?

Kirill.

Kirill.

It is written, "And Jesus
went into the temple of God

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

and overthrew the tables
of the money changers

and the seats of them that sold doves.

And he said unto them,

'It is written: My house shall be
called the house of prayer,

but ye have made it a den of thieves."'

THE PASSION ACCORDING TO ANDREI
1406

For three years, I was cleaning brushes
for Danil before he let me touch an icon.

And then only to clean it.

Don't you trust me?

You're always lying, Foma.

Yesterday your robe was sticky.
Where were you?

At the beehive.

But you said you were at the monastery.

Just look at yourself.

Put mud or something on your cheek,
or you'll swell up like a hog.

It's too late now. It's useless.

You're constantly making up stories.

I even think you have a disease.

Me? What disease?

There is a disease
where a man lies without stopping.

Look, Foma.

Look, I say.

- What?
- Nothing, you fool.

I can't understand
why I took you as a pupil.

You are always like that.
First you say one thing, then another.

You yourself told Theophanes
I was perceptive.

You were different then.
You worked. You didn't lie.

And do you know what Theophanes said?

"What does it matter if he's perceptive?"

You eat too much.

How can you paint with a bloated stomach?

When your stomach's rumbling,
how can your mind work?

The rumbling is the only sound you hear.

You're lucky, Foma.
For you, everything is simple.

But only by prayer
can the soul transcend the flesh.

What's that?

So you've decided to put
the apostle on the left, Andrei.

Foma, did you take the glue off the fire?

Did you take the glue off the fire?

Perceptive is he?

He should be beaten every Saturday,
like a dog.

You're obstinate, Andrei.

How did you see so much?
Everyone else is thinking only of himself.

I saw a lot.

The women of Moscow
gave their hair to the Tatars.

What else could the poor creatures do?

Better to lose their hair
than be tortured. Is that heroic?

It is.

It is true that Russian women
are humiliated and unhappy.

It's not what I mean.

Tell me honestly.
Are the people ignorant or not?

Well, are they?

They're ignorant, but whose fault is that?

It's their own stupidity.

Have you never sinned through ignorance?

Everyone has.

And I have too.
God forgive us and make us better.

Well, never mind.

The Last Judgment is coming.
We'll burn like candles.

Mark my words.

Each will accuse the other
of his own sins, to defend himself.

Theophanes, how can you paint
with such ideas, even accept praise?

I have become a hermit
and lived in a cave.

I serve God, not man.

As for praise,
what is praised today is reviled tomorrow.

They will forget you, me, everything.

All is vanity and ashes.
Worse things have been forgotten.

Humanity has already committed
every stupidity and baseness,

and now it only repeats them.

Everything is an eternal circle,
and it repeats and repeats itself.

If Jesus returned to earth,
they would crucify him again.

If only evil is remembered, you will never
be happy in the sight of God.

What?

Perhaps we must forget some things,
but not all.

I don't know how to say it.

Then be quiet and listen to me.

What are you looking at?

You think that one can only do good alone?

Good. Remember the New Testament.

Jesus taught people in the temples.

So why did they gather later?
To kill him!

"Crucify him!" they shouted.

And the disciples?
Judas sold him. Peter denied him.

Everyone fled!
And these are the best!

But they repented.

That was afterwards, when it was too late.

Of course, people do evil.

Judas sold the Christ,
and remember who bought him.

People.

The scribes and Pharisees.

They could not find witnesses
how ever hard they tried.

"Who will testify against this innocent?"

The Pharisees
were masters of deceit, educated.

They had studied to gain power,

to take advantage
of the people's ignorance.

We must remind people more often
that they are people ―

Russians, of the same blood,
of the same land.

Evil is everywhere.

Someone will always sell you
for30pieces of silver.

New misfortunes
constantly befall the peasant ―

either Tatars three times in the autumn,
or famine or plague ―

and he still keeps on working,
working, working,

meekly bearing his cross.

He does not despair.
He is silent and patient.

He only prays to God for enough strength.

How could God
not forgive him his ignorance?

You know it yourself.
You feel tired, discouraged.

And then suddenly, in the crowd,
you meet a human glance,

and our burdens are made light,
as after Communion.

Isn't it so?

You just spoke of Jesus.

Perhaps he was born and crucified
to reconcile God and man.

Jesus came from God,
so he is all-powerful.

And if he died on the cross,
it was predetermined...

...and his crucifixion and death
were God's will.

That would have aroused hatred
not in those who crucified him,

but in those who loved him, if they
had been near him at that moment...

...because they loved him as a man only.

But if he, of his own will, left them,

he displayed injustice, or even cruelty.

Do you understand what you are saying?

They'll exile you to the north, man,
to renovate the icons.

Am I not right?
You, too, always say what you think.

But I'm not a monk. I'm a free man.

THE HOLIDAY
1408

Sergei, over here!

Light the fire.

Foma, let's get some logs.

Piotr has probably never seen either
Assumption Cathedral

or Saint Dmitry Cathedral.

Never mind, he will begin working
and understand things.

We won't be on time.

It's okay. We'll be there tomorrow.

No. We'll never finish the Cathedral
of the Assumption by winter.

It's almost June, Andrei.

What is it?

Quiet! Do you hear it?

- Nightingales.
- Nothing else?

See it?

Let's go.

- What is it?
- Let's go.

They're pagans.

Where are you going?

Come here. Come to me.

Hold on.

It seemed to me as if
a black snake was hiding himself.

What are you doing?

Let me go.

We'll let you go.

At dawn, we'll hang a stone
around your neck, to help you swim.

Heaven's fire will consume you!
The Last Judgment awaits!

Now we'll tie you to this cross.

Like Jesus Christ.

What are you doing, men?
You can't do this to me.

This is a sin.
At least hang me upside-down.

Men, brothers!

Leave him here for the night,
unless he ascends again.

He's not going anywhere.

Why did you want to be upside-down?
It would have been worse.

Why did you threaten us
with fire from heaven?

It is a sin to go naked
and do what you do.

What sin?

Tonight is for lovemaking.
Is love a sin?

Is it love to tie a man up like this?

You might call the monks who would
force us to accept your faith.

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

You live in fear because
you know no love but bestial love.

Carnality without soul.
But love should be brotherly.

Isn't all love the same? It's just love.

What are you ―

Untie me.

Where were you?

Where were you?

These forests are impenetrable.
I'm all scratched up.

The local people like it.
They are accustomed to it.

For people,
everything is a matter of custom.

Old people don't need to think,

for their days pass according to custom.

But perhaps they consciously
enjoy the way the days drag on.

Take a look at yourself.

You're covered in scratches and bruises.

In front of your pupils ― what a disgrace.

Couldn't you get here before?
- No. I couldn't.

That is your sin, your conscience,
your prayers.

Get him! And her!

Why are they doing that?

Because the accursed pagans
don't believe in one God.

Don't look, Sergei.
There is nothing to look at.

Listen to what I say!

Let me go!

Let me go!
- You can't see that!

Let me go!

Go, go! Don't resist!

Help, Fyodor! Help!

Fyodor!

Can't you handle one woman?

Stop! Hold her!

- Where are you going?
- She will drown herself!

Swim, Marfa!

Swim!

THE LAST JUDGMENT
1408

Foma!

What do you want?

Can I go for a swim?

No, you can't.

It's hot!

It's not hot. Don't lie.

Let him go swimming.

If you let him, he will sit in the water
until he turns blue.

He got it in his head he's hot,
and he's complaining.

It was me. I was the first
to say it's hot, and not Sergei.

That's it!

You want to go swimming, go!

Go! Why are you sitting?

Go, go!

Here! You see?

Wait! Wait!

Where's Andrei?
- Not here.

Not here?
This is a fine state of affairs.

Only...

I was at our bishop's house just now.

Such a fuss! Yelling!

He was purple with rage.
"I've lost patience!" he cried.

He meant you. All of you.

"For two whole months," he said,
"everything has been ready.

But they haven't started yet.
Nothing is ready.

They asked for so much money
and do nothing.

None of them is working.
Nothing is ready."

Did you ask for a lot of money?

How do I know?

He said, "I don't care.
Danil the Monk, or Andrei Rublev ―

it's all the same to me.

It's all the same."

And he made a face like this.

"What do I care about Andrei Rublev?"

"By autumn," he says.

"I want the cathedral painted,
and that's that!"

He's sent a courier with a complaint
to the grand prince.

He's sent a courier to the grand prince.

It's a complaint about you.

What's up? You haven't started yet?

Do you know? Do you know?

Do you know? Where's Andrei?

He's gone somewhere again.

Can't you start without him?

Go on, start without him.

Why are you smirking?
There are so many of you.

If he can't make his mind up,
can't one of you?

Two heads are better than one.

Where is Andrei?

I can’t go on like that.

Answer me. Yes or no?

Yes or no?
Wasn't everything decided in Moscow?

To the smallest detail.

The prince said everything was in order.

What is not clear? What have we
been discussing for two months?

Explain it to me.
I may be old. I may have lost my wits.

The Last Judgment ― either you
accept the task and paint it

or you refuse the commission.

And if we really refused, if we went back?

How shall I face people?
I should die of shame.

We're wasting such good time.
This heat, no rain.

We could have finished the cupola
and the columns.

How wonderfully they could have been done,

how brightly and beautifully.

On the right, the sinners ―

boiling in pitch,
painted to make your flesh crawl.

I have thought of a great devil,
with smoke from his nose and eyes.

It's not the smoke that matters.

- Then what matters?
- I don't know.

- Why aren't you looking at me?
- Because I can't!

I can't paint all that. It disgusts me.

I don't want to terrify people.
Understand me, Danil.

Come to your senses! Listen!
It's the Last Judgment!

I didn't invent it.

I can't do it.
Do as you will, but I can't.

Why didn't you speak earlier, in Moscow?

You shouldn't have agreed.

This is dishonest.

I am what I am.
Don't lecture me about integrity.

Well, I'm leaving.

This is no work for me.

Thanks for your kindness and your slaps.
I learned something.

But now I'm going to work for myself.

They've asked me
to paint a church at Pafnutievo.

Not a great honor,
but it's still an honor.

I'm going to paint the Last Judgment.

Who will come with me?

Well, then, stay.

But don't complain later.

Though I speak
with the tongues of men and of angels

and have not charity,

I am become as sounding brass
or a tinkling cymbal.

And though I have the gift of prophecy and
understand all mysteries and knowledge,

and though I have all faith
so that I could remove mountains,

and have not charity, I am nothing.

And though I bestow
all my goods to feed the poor

and though I give my body to be burned,
and have not charity,

it profiteth me nothing.

Charity suffereth long, and is kind;
charity envieth not;

charity vaunteth not itself,
is not puffed up,

doth not behave itself unseemly,

seeketh not her own,
is not easily provoked, thinketh no evil;

rejoiceth not in iniquity,

but rejoiceth in the truth;
beareth all things;

believeth all things,
hopeth all things, endureth all things.

Charity never faileth:

but whether there be prophecies,
they shall fail;

whether there be tongues,
they shall cease;

whether there be knowledge,
it shall vanish away.

For we know in part ―

Princess, is that nice?

It's sinful to splash milk.

Such naughtiness.

- Why is it sinful?
- Because ― Wipe it off.

But it will dry by itself in a minute.

Let's walk by the stream.

Let me go! Let me go!

Let me go, Stepan,
or I'll send you to the stables.

How do you like it?

I couldn't imagine it better.
It's light, beautiful.

It's light.

Take her out.
Her nurses have spoiled her.

I tell you, no one can build a mansion
better than us.

Who could paint like that?
Look at the carving.

Only Mityai can do this directly,
without tracing.

It's like a bird singing.

Maybe it is like a bird singing.

I don't care. I can sleep on the hay.
You are the grand prince.

Don't you like it?

I'll tell you this.
It should be repainted.

Walls, ceiling, everything ―
brighter, stronger colors.

- I've been in this trade 40 years.
- It's not the years that matter,

but your ability to glorify
the grand prince with your work.

That's enough. Go.

We won't redo anything.

It's time to go. We have another job.

They are waiting for us in Zvenigorod.

Where?

At your brother's.
They have the stone already.

A beautiful stone. Whiter than this.

When your brother came at Easter,
we made a deal.

He said, "Do what you like,
whatever the cost.

I'll tax the peasants more.
Just build me the best mansion possible."

Then go to Zvenigorod.

When I looked at the prince,
he became numb.

- When I mentioned Zvenigorod?
- Yes, he became paralyzed.

He fears his brother will outshine him.

Who carved that?
- I did.

Why didn't you set it in the wall?

It didn't come out right.

Pity. It's rather good.

Everything crumbles.

I told the prince
to spare no expense on the stone.

Maybe now he's sorry when
he heard about Zvenigorod.

I could have carved
beautiful things for him.

Come on, you ass!

Where's Stepan?

Where did Stepan gallop to?

He went to Zvenigorod with the others.

I've dirtied my hands.

We'll build another mansion
just as good for the prince's brother.

Will the stone be better there?

Yes, it will.

Look, the captain of the guard.

Hold up, old man.

You, ass! Help him! In the bushes!

Where's my whip?

Has anyone seen my whip?

Damn it. I've lost it.

Have you seen my whip, ass?

- Seryoga.
- What?

Read the Scriptures.

From where?

From wherever you like.

"Now I praise you, brethren,
that ye remember me in all things

and keep the ordinances
as I delivered them to you.

But I would have you know,
that the head of every man is Christ

and the head of the woman is the man,

and the head of Christ is God.

Every man praying or prophesying,

having his head covered,
dishonoreth his head.

But every woman
that prayeth or prophesieth

with her head uncovered
dishonoreth 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 shame for a woman
to be shorn or shaven,

let her be covered.

For a man ought not to cover his head

for as much 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 the man.

For this cause ought the woman
to have power on her head

because of the angels.

Nevertheless neither is the man
without the woman,

neither the woman
without the man, in the Lord" ―

Go on reading.

"For as woman is of man,
so also man is of woman,

but all things are 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,

for her hair is given her for" ―

Why have you stopped? Read.

"But if a woman have long hair,
it is a glory for her;

for her hair is given her"―

Danil, listen.

It's a feast.

It's a feast, Danil, and you are saying ―

They are not sinners.

She is not a sinner, even if
she does not wear a scarf.

She is not a sinner.

Leave him alone.
Let God's servant repent.

ANDREI RUBLEV
Part Two

THE RAID
1408

They're coming!
The Tatars are coming, Prince!

Hey! Prince!

Is this your ford?

It has been raining,
and everything is flooded. Follow us.

We were just going to leave.
We expected you yesterday.

I couldn't resist attacking
a small town on my way.

I am sorry I am late.
- Never mind.

Let's go. It will be shallow to the left.
Keep to the left.

Let's go.

This isn't a trap?

Believe me, Vladimir is deserted.

My brother, the grand prince,
is in Lithuania.

Here is the town, behind that forest.

They say the prince has a son,
but you want the throne.

We'll see.

I see you want the throne.
I understand.

Where are you going?

You were told to keep left.

Grab this!

Come on, Prince! Don't lag behind!

Strong is your love for your brother.

This is our destiny.

When were you last reconciled with him?

I never was.

The metropolitan summoned us
and made us kiss the cross

and swear to live in harmony.

The grand prince is coming.

The brother has arrived.

Vladimir is beautiful.

Huh, Prince!

But perhaps too small for you, eh?

Let's go!

Let's go!

Forward! You dog, stay close,
or I'll kill you!

Keep close to the prince!
To the gates!

Tatars!

Run away! Tatars!

Run away!

Hold him! Hold him!
I'm going to kill him!

Brothers, what are you doing?
We are all fellow Russians.

I'll show you if we are fellow Russians,
you Vladimir swine!

Brothers!

Catch him! Hold him!

You idiot!

Go around. You, go around!

Where the devil are we?
There's no one here.

They've all fled.

How your bitch has grown.
Doesn't remember me, eh?

Vaska, take the dog.

Oh please, let me go!

Let me go!

Well, Prince?

Aren't you sorry about the cathedral?

Tell me, Prince, who is that woman?

That's no woman.
It's the Virgin Mary ― the Nativity.

Who is in the box?

Christ, her son.

How can she be a virgin if she has a son?

Strange things happen in Russia!

Very interesting.

It hurts! Mother!

Oh, Mother! It hurts!

Where's our gold?

I don't know what gold you mean.

I don't know where the gold is.
It was probably stolen.

Your Tatars must have taken it.
You're all thieves.

Ask around your own men.
Ask your own men.

Did he tell you?

He hasn't told the truth.

Come here. I'll tell you something.

See how...

...the devils torture
an innocent Russian believer.

Look, you Judas, you dirty Tatar!

You lie. I'm Russian.

I recognize you.
You resemble your brother.

You've sold Russia!
I recognized you!

It hurts!

It hurts!

I won't tell you!

Mark my words.

"No Tatar shall ever set foot
on Russian soil."

This is my vow to the Lord.

Let a believer kiss the cross.

Give me a cross.
- You'll get your cross.

If I have sinned, may God forgive me.
God is merciful.

Lord, will you pardon me?

But all of you will boil in pitch.

You will leave, and we will rebuild again.

But your guts
will go to the fires of hell.

O Lord!

Why are you doing this?

Theophanes? But you are dead.

I dreamed you were suspended
in a window with your head down.

You look in and wag your finger at me.

And I'm lying across a saddle,

and two Tatars twist my head.

And you look at me and tap on the window.

And I cry out to you.

What do you cry?

What's happening to us?

We are being murdered and raped.

Together with Tatars,
they are pillaging churches.

And you said to me ―

Only now I'm worse off than you.

You're dead, but I ―

Dead? What of it?

I didn't mean that.

I've spent half my life in blindness.

I worked for people day and night.

But they aren't people, are they?

What you said was true.

The truth.

So what if I said it then?

You are wrong now.
I was wrong then.

But haven't we the same faith,

the same land,

the same blood?

One Tatar even smiled.

Like this!

And shouted,

"Even without us,
you'll cut each other's throats!"

What a disgrace.

They killed everyone.

Even my Seryoga.

I found him on such a special day.

She is the only one that survived.

It's time for me to go.

Wait.

Don't go. Don't you like being with me?
Are you bored?

All right, I won't ―

Let's sit and talk. I'll tell you ―

But I already know everything.

Then you know I'll never paint again.

Why so?

Because it's of no use to anyone.
That's all.

So what? Your iconostasis was burned.

Do you know how many of mine they burned?
In Pskov, Novgorod, Galichi.

You are committing a grave sin.

I haven't told you the worst.

I killed a man.

A fellow Russian.

When I saw him carrying her off.

Look at her. Just look at her.

Through our sins,
evil has assumed human form.

Encroaching evil
means encroaching humanity.

God will forgive you.
Don't forgive yourself.

Live between divine forgiveness
and your own torment.

As for your sins,
what do your Scriptures say?

"Learn to do good, seek truth,

deliver the oppressed
and protect the meek.

'Come now, and let us reason together,'
saith the Lord.

Though your sins be as scarlet,

they shall be as white as snow."

See, I haven't forgotten.
That may comfort you.

I know God is merciful and will pardon me.

I shall offer the Lord a vow of silence.

I have nothing more to say to people.

Is this a good idea?

I have no right to advise you.

Didn't you go to heaven?

Lord!

I can only say
it is not as you imagine it on earth.

Russia. Russia.

Our mother country suffers all.
She will endure all.

But how long will this go on?

I don't know. Forever, most likely.

Yet how beautiful all this is.

It's snowing.

Nothing is more terrible

than snow falling in a temple, right?

SILENCE
1412

The apples are all spoiled.

In all my years,
I've never seen such a famine.

We are slowly dying out.
Lord have pity on us.

There is no one in the area.

The villages are deserted.

Everyone has left Khotkovo.

The people of Semyonovka have fled.

They've fled. They've fled.

It's true.
I passed Semyonovka this morning.

In Vladimir, it is even worse.

No harvest for three years.
Everyone has fled.

Those who stayed are eating mice.

Why are you whispering?

I'm not whispering. I have a cold.
I spent a night in a lake.

Why was that?

Wolves chased me.

I waded into the lake up to here,
praying they wouldn't follow me in.

I was standing like that till dawn.

I was completely numb.

I've been sick for two weeks,
and I'm shivering all over.

- So you're from Vladimir.
- I used to live there.

Someone else from Vladimir is here.

This one doesn't say anything.

He made a vow of silence.

He has sinned, and now he is atoning.

He has brought a holy fool
with him from Vladimir.

A mute girl.

Now they are silent together.

He has brought her so that he may
always remember his sin.

There you have it ― holiness.

And Rublev's workshop?

All destroyed.

Some were killed by Tatars.

Others were driven away.

Is Danil alive?

Some say he went north.
Others say he died.

So he's given up his craft?

Aren't you Kirill?

Kirill, is it you?

You are like Saint Methodius.
You let the Tatars in.

Shame on you.
It's bad to eat dirty meat.

Don't drive me away, for God's sake!

There is no truth in the world.
The devil tempted me.

I can't continue sinning, and you cannot
live out in the world without sinning.

There is sin and dirt all around.

Accept my penitence,
and I will kiss your feet.

You were always eloquent,
but you won't move me, Kirill.

If you knew how I've suffered,
what I've endured,

if you knew what evil I've seen,
you would forgive me.

But I will never forgive myself.

You're not guilty before me,
but before God.

Remain here, but, to expiate your sins,

you must copy out the Scriptures 15 times.

Take the late Nikodim's cell.

Thank you! Thank you, God!

How wonderful! How wonderful!

Thank you, Father! Thank you!

A good Russian. She eats horsemeat.

Do you want to come with me?
You'll be my wife.

I have seven wives, but no Russian wife.

You will eat horsemeat every day,
drink horse milk, wear coins in hair.

Russian wife for Tatar husband
is never dirty.

Girl! Come with us!

Come! Give me your hand!

Do you hear me, Andrei?

Don't you recognize me?

Don't grieve. They'll let her go.

They won't dare harm a holy fool.
It's a sin.

THE BELL
1423

Is this the home of Nikola
the bell-maker?

It is.

- Is he your father?
- Yes.

Then call him.

- He's not here.
- Where is he?

He's dead.

The plague took them all ―
mother, sister, father.

And where does Gavrila
the bell-maker live?

Gavrila? He's dead too.

So is Kasian, and the Tatars
led Ivashka away last year.

Only Fyodor is left.
Go to him ― the fifth hut.

But you should hurry.
Fyodor's in bed with the plague.

He can't open his eyes.
He will pass away at any moment.

I can't stand it anymore.
Where else can we look? Let's go home.

Get up. You aren't going home.

Is there no one left to cast the bell?

Take me with you.

Let me cast the bell for you.

Are you mad, boy?

Take me to the prince.

Honestly, I can do a great job
for you.

You won't find anyone better than me.
They're all dead.

Go to hell!

Okay! But I know the secret
of bell-making, and I won't tell.

What are you saying?

I know the secret.
My father knew the secret of bell-making.

Before he died, he passed it to me.

No one else knows except me.
I'm the only one!

My father died
and passed the secret on to me.

Shall we take him?

What secret?

Do you want the prince to flay us?

He's lying about the secret.

The worse for him.

Come here!

Climb up.

What about the hut?

Did you persuade him?

Shall we dig here?

We can do it here.

But it would be more convenient
to do it closer to the bell-tower

so that we won't have
to drag this heavy thing far.

- Can't we dig here?
- Let's do it here.

Mark it out.

Let's dig together, shall we?

We're bell-casters, not diggers.

Why should we dig?

You know what my father said...

...before he died?

"Bell-casters must dig the casting-pit.

I only understood that in my old age,"
he said, and died.

I don't know what Nikola said,
but I'm not going to dig.

Call us when you need us.

Well?

Did you find it?

There's no need to look for it.
Here it is.

No, it's not the right clay.

- We always took it from here.
- Then you are fools.

The clay is very good.

- Andreika, isn't the clay bad?
- Yes, it's bad.

You see? Come on.

We'll search until we find good clay.

Stepan, perhaps we
shouldn't have done this.

Come on.
Look what clay we have found.

How hard we've worked,
and now we've found a new spot.

It's not the right kind.

It's the end of August,
and we have not found the clay yet.

Think about yourself.
I'm sorry for you.

I've managed all these years
without your pity.

Let's go back, Boriska.

I can't. I know that's not the right clay.

Then what is right?

I know what it is!

I don't need people like you.

I can manage without you.
I don't need such people!

Andreika!

Semyon!

I've found it!

Uncle Fyodor! I've found it!

The clay! Uncle Semyon!

Stepan!

We've found the good clay, Stepan!

Andreika! Andreika!

Where are you all?

Boriska! Boriska!

- What?
- Shall I dig in?

I'm coming.

What did you say?

I'm coming!

Where's Nikolai?
- He left this morning to fetch wood.

- It should be here already.
- He'll be back by evening.

The evening?
I need to reinforce it now.

To the devil with your Nikolai.
He's an idiot.

Why are you standing there? Work!

- The merchants don't agree.
- What do you mean?

They have tripled the price.

They say it's still cheap.

- What else can we do?
- Buy it at this price?

Buy, I say!

The prince will flay you.
We'll ruin him.

I no longer care. Buy it.

You're in the way, Father.
It's dangerous.

Don't dig in without me.

- Boriska!
- Just one moment.

Well, what?

The cast won't hold.
It needs another layer.

Another layer? You should
have applied the clay already.

You haven't put up the frame yet!

It needs reinforcing,
but there are no more twigs.

We're not going to reinforce it.
We start firing tonight.

Is he kidding?

If we don't reinforce the cast,
it won't hold.

It will crack,
and our work will be wasted.

If it snows and we can't fire,
won't our work be wasted too?

They'll whip me, not you.

The cast won't hold like this.

Apply the clay.

Do you hear me?

I won't do it.

You won't? Then get out!

Andreika, apply the clay.
- He won't do it either.

- Are you going to apply the clay?
- The metal will burst the mold.

It needs reinforcement.

Will you obey me?
Who is in charge here?

It needs another layer.

Fyodor.

Fyodor!
- Here I am.

Whip him. No that one. This one.

He refuses to work.

He won't obey my orders.

I'll show you who's in charge!

Your father didn't treat us this way.

You remember him?
Then whip him in my father's name.

All right, apply the clay.

Start the work without me.

But we're waiting for you.

Start without me.

Rest. Sleep a little.

Why are you staring at me?

Lost your tongue? Are you deaf?

Are you sorry for him?

Go and console him.

That's what a monk is for.

O Mother of God.

Boriska! Wake up!

I've started the firing.

Why did you start without me?

I told you to wake me.

Only I know when to start.

Fyodor, the prince's men have come,
and they want to see you.

What heat!

What heat!

That's enough.

Not enough silver.

Tell the prince not to be so miserly.

Our grand prince is never miserly.

I don't care.
I need another 18 pounds of silver.

What's 18 pounds of silver more or less?

Who knows the secret of bell-casting ―
I or you?

Tell the prince not to be miserly.
We need another 18 pounds.

Are you mad?

I'll get all the silver
I want from the prince.

Imagine, if after this it doesn't ring!

I recognize him!

Beat him! Beat him!

Are you mad?
To attack someone like that.

You've mistaken him for another.

Hold him!

I'm not mistaken.
I recognize you, Judas.

How handsome he used to be then.
Now he has lost his looks.

Thanks to him, I spent 10 years in prison,

and they cut off half my tongue.

Let me go! Let me go!

I'll kill him!

I'll kill him!

He's innocent, brother.
He's betrayed no one.

I swear it by the Holy Cross.
Lord, why this punishment?

Strike me, but don't touch him.

Get up. Get up!

Stand up.

You're a heavy one.

The prince's jester died.

They wanted me to go,
but I'd rather be a carpenter.

I recognize him.

He denounced me.

Give me something to drink.

There are worse things than that.

Move it away.

Get out of my way!

What's all this?

Why stand there? Work!

Add more firewood!

Quickly!

Bring firewood.

- Should we put more in the second hearth?
- Yes, more.

Pump! Pump!

Go over there.

Boriska, the second furnace is ready.

Well?

Go, go! We're all ready.

Open!

Everything is ready. Shall we begin?

Come on.

Come on!

Pour!

It's coming, Boriska!
It's coming! It's coming.

God, help me.

What a day tomorrow will be.

We should get some sleep.

Boriska! Let's go, shall we?

Just a moment.

This is what happened, Andrei.

I've thought it over,
and I've decided to tell you.

I was envious. It gnawed at me.
It was inside me like a poison.

I couldn't stand it any longer.
That's why I left. I left because of you.

When I heard you had given up painting,
the envy went.

My heart grew lighter. Then I forgot.

I only want to copy the Scriptures
before I die.

Father Superior is strict, and
his punishment is not easy in my old age.

I'm afraid I won't have enough time
to finish my task.

Why am I repenting?
Why should I repent to you?

You yourself are a greater sinner than I.

Yes, yes, greater than I.

What am I? A humble worm.
Nothing is demanded of me.

But you, what are you?

For what sacred deed
did God give you your talent?

For what did you deserve it?

Lord, I don't want to say this.

I know Nikon has sent
a third messenger to you

to persuade you to come
back to paint the Trinity.

And you sent them all back.
You wouldn't even talk to them.

I'll tell you the truth. I won't lie.

Then, in my dirty soul,
there, in the very depth of it,

there was a tiny flicker of joy.

And now ―

My life is ending.
My soul calls out for rest.

Nikon doesn't care a bit for your life.

He wants you here, to glorify and
strengthen his power with your talent.

Never mind Nikon, but listen to me.

Go to the Trinity Cathedral
and paint, paint, paint!

Don't burden your soul, for it is
an awful sin to deny the divine spark.

If Theophanes were alive,
wouldn't he say the same thing?

Look at me. Look at the ungifted one.
Why do you think I returned?

For a crust of bread,
to finish my life in peace.

I shall die soon,
and nothing will remain after me.

And I know that I will die soon.
Nor have you much longer to live.

Do you want to take your talent
to the grave?

Why are you silent, Andrei?
Give me at least one word.

It was I who denounced that jester then.

Curse me, but don't stay silent, Andrei.

Well, how is it?

Come on then.

Everyone, get away!

What's going on up there?

Everything is okay.

Come on! Everyone go up!

Is everyone ready?

Well? Come on.

Go on. Give the signal.

Give the signal!

Come on!

The grand prince.

- Who's with him?
- Foreigners.

It's a difficult day.
Mother, help me.

The grand prince is coming
with a foreign ambassador.

Is everything ready?

If not, watch out.

Damn your mother!

We bless and consecrate this bell
with holy water.

In the name of the Father,
Son and Holy Ghost. Amen.

We bless and consecrate this bell
with holy water.

In the name of the Father,
Son and Holy Ghost. Amen.

We bless and consecrate this bell
with holy water.

In the name of the Father,
Son and Holy Ghost. Amen.

Look what kind of people
are overseeing things for me here.

He's talking about the master of the work.

Where are you going?

Go.

Isn't it rather peculiar?

They're all peculiar here.

Come on, come on, blockhead!

Shall I help you,
or will you toll it yourself?

What do you think will
come out of all this travesty?

What do you think?

In my opinion, nothing good
will come out of this.

Excuse me, Your Excellency, but I think
you are being deceived by appearances.

Look at all of this.

What do you think of this clumsy bell,
this awkward scaffold?

I would sum it up
and say this bell will not ring.

In fact, it can't ring.

Does Your Excellency wish to make a wager?

I think you underestimate
the situation these people are in.

Besides, they were the ones that built it.

That may be true, but I wouldn't
venture to call that thing a bell.

Excellency, they fully understand

that the prince will behead them
if it doesn't ring.

Judging from the face of that youth,

one could say that he is aware
of the circumstances.

Don't you think so?

Excellency,

have you heard that the grand prince
beheaded his brother?

It seems they were twins.

Look at that marvelous girl! My God!

My father, that old snake,
didn't pass on the secret.

He died without telling me.

He took it to the grave.
Skinflint scoundrel!

You see, it's turned out very well.

Come on, come on.

Let's go together, you and I.

You'll cast bells. I'll paint icons.

We'll go to Trinity Monastery together.

What a feast day for the people.

You've brought them such joy,
and you're crying.

No, enough. It's all right.

It will be all right.

That's enough.

Calm yourself.

Enough. Enough.

THE END