ANDRIESH
Direction: I. Bazelian & S Parajanov.
Once upon a time...
...so long ago no one knows when,
there lived in a Moldavian village a young shepherd boy called Andriesh.
It didn't matter that he was only small,
for he had his whip and his shepherd's hat
and a flute that can play its tune to this very day.
Andriesh also had a faithful dog
Luthar the magnificent
loyal friend of the little shepherd and enemy of the wolves.
Andriesh, it is time to rejoin your flock.
Take good care of her, shepherd.
We only have the one.
If you lose her we can't buy another.
- Are you off to the steppes? - Yes Floretika.
Will you be back this evening?
No, I'll be sleeping with the sheep.
Aren't you afraid? What if there are any wolves?
We're there because of the wolves.
Hello.
I've something for you
Wait a moment
Take this bundle for your journey.
Here, take it lad.
Thank you.
Take good care of your flock
The whole village will be ruined if you lose the sheep.
Shepherd, here's my sheep!
You're a fine youth
And when you grow up
you'll be just like our hero Voinovan.
Take care now and good fortune.
Who is that singing?
And where does it come from, this song that fills my heart with joy?
Perhaps carried by the clouds
that pass this morning, close to the sun.
Where is the steppe that dawns and sings
in finding the morning?
Liana!
Is it you who sings?
Wait. Where is it from, that tune?
Have you not heard the murmur of the steams on the steppes,
the rustle of the branches that turn towards the sun.
the song of the birds in the clearing?
Me, I hear the sounds of the forest,
birdsong in the trees. the wind sweeping across the fields.
I listen with all my heart to the tinkling of the brook.
I've been a shepherd for a long time.
This flute has so many tunes,
but I've never heard the equal.
I promise you that the shepherd's flute
will spread this melody through all the valley.
The song of Liana, the song of the dawn.
That the joy of mankind will flourish and never cease.
You must be tired shepherd. Let me help you.
- No, I'm alright. - Are you sure?
In our valley, there's a hero, Voinovan.
And they say in the village that he manages alone.
Now, that's a hero.
- Have you seen Voinovan? - I'd know him.
He has a magic flute, magnificently decorated.
- Like this? - Voinovan!
Take it, don't be frightened.
- I'll give you mine. - Alright.
Perhaps people will now take you for a hero.
You see, we're the same height. You have a shepherd's whip.
You're not afraid of work. Why shouldn't you be a hero?
I'm going to play this tune all day.
But remember, in this flute lives the melody
dearest of all to me.
And if ever you're in danger,
Wherever you are, play this tune and I'll come to your aid.
- You won't forget? - I won't.
Well, now lad, on your way.
The sheep are waiting.
Again, in the heart of man,
is born a melody full of joy.
I recognise the magic flute of the shepherd Voinovan.
Silence cursed shepherd!
You will never find happiness.
I will burn all the villages and silence will reign.
It's me Luthar, don't be frightened.
Can you hear? Down in the valley, the shepherds playing and dancing.
Voinovan must be down there.
Look at this fine flute he gave me.
I've played it all day.
I'm going to see Voinovan, I won't be long.
But you can't guard the flock all alone.
If only Floretika was here. We could dance.
I made a crown of flowers, but she isn't here.
Stay here Luthar, I'll be back soon.
Who are you?
Can't you see? I'm a shepherd.
I've come to the celebration. Shouldn't I be here?
There are many beautiful girls besides Liana.
She must rejoin the dancing circle.
Very well.
Liana must choose for herself between the two of us.
Reply to the sound of this tune.
Voinovan!
Since the evil sorcerer has carried away Liana,
music had died in our shepherd's flutes.
Hear me!
It's the Black Hurricane,
the mortal enemy of our valley, wants to take away our happiness.
For as long as he's here,
the music of our flutes will not waken us at dawn.
Misfortune is upon us!
- Andriesh! - Floretika!
The Black Hurricane has stolen the whole flock.
I've lost all of my sheep.
What a beautiful flute!
It's Voinovan's flute. He'll come to our aid.
It doesn't work!
I've got to find my flock.
Luthar and my sheep, I'll get them back from the Black Hurricane.
Without them, I can never go back to the village.
Who is it that's brave enough to dare to confront the Hurricane?
Come to me!
that I may place my hands on your strong shoulders.
You are still young, but that doesn't matter.
Still a sapling, the oak seems small and thin,
but in a storm, it doesn't bend.
It is strong.
Go now, my son.
Let the grave welcome only your enemies.
And let the light go with you, Andriesh.
My brothers!
It is the heart of Voinovan which speaks to you this day.
We must defeat the Black Hurricane.
We must defeat this dark force.
He has taken Liana, he has taken our song.
It is he who has burnt all the villages of our valley.
Bear witness, my brothers,
I will find his cavern
I will not return to this valley until I have destroyed him.
This I solemnly swear. Even if his evil scars my soul.
The rage in my heart will overcome both fire and stone.
I swear this oath.
I swear this oath!
Andriesh!
Help me Andriesh!
Why are you sad Weeping Willow?
The Black Hurricane has passed by, Andriesh.
He has harmed me.
He has chased the birds from my branches, Andriesh.
He has bent me towards the earth.
My leaves are shrivelled, Andriesh.
And my branches are twisted in pain.
I feel now, I no longer belong,
here on my native earth.
I will help you. I will straighten out your branches.
Andriesh...
I will not forget the care you have lavished on me.
Here, take this gift
This leaf from the weeping willow.
Put this leaf in your flute
Inside, the melody will awaken
If all appears hopeless, it will help against the dark force.
Goodbye, Weeping Willow.
Andriesh, The Black Hurricane wants only one thing.
to win the battle with Voinovan.
And to defeat you,
he has sent for his brother Statoupalm Barbacotte
Beware.
The storm is his plaything, And hailstones his toys.
I am Barbacotte.
I call the waters from the deepest torrents.
Descend, clouds, of this mighty storm.
Flood the fields, destroy the grape,
Everywhere will reign water and misfortune.
Everyone will quake.
The oaks will bend beneath the water's weight
From sodden earth, nothing will grow.
On the land, no person go.
Never more the sound of laughter, Misery for ever after.
I am Barbacotte.
Hello, my friend, hello!
Come and see the puddles grow.
Everything now would be fine if I turned water into wine.
This is the work of Barbacotte who gives us water, cold not hot.
I'm looking for my sheep. They've all been stolen.
The Black Hurricane has taken my flock.
Black Hurricane? Be not afraid.
You'll take them in a daring raid.
- Do you live here? - Not in the spirit world afar,
Nor this world near.
Not here.
I was invited
And you the dwarf, who blighted.
Come quickly here!
You know Pakala, now be glad
To make acquaintance with the lad.
Barba you're a hateful dwarf. Without you we'd be better orf.
Shining sun on high, return the land to dry.
No matter devil, what you do, the final laugh will be on you.
Will be on you!
Barbacotte my laugh will stay until you go away.
Or fall from sky into the mud and spill your blood.
No matter devil, what you do, the final laugh will be on you.
Will be on you!
Who are you?
A joker, a jester.
A fibber, a fine fellow.
Pakala
who hunts blackguards.
And will free this place
from the demon Barbacotte. So I have sworn.
His death, demise, decease
will bring laughter everlasting.
I want to help you, but how?
Voinovan gave me this flute. It's all I have.
You have Voinovan's magic flute?
OK lad, give it to me.
What a lovely flute!
It's magic.
It laughs and jokes!
Now, with it's music,
We'll make Barbacotte dance.
Now, on this fine sunny day,
We must go our separate way.
I've my journey, many miles.
Because the people need my smiles.
Evil feels fear when laughter's here
I've left this laughter in your flute.
With it you'll be strongest of all.
Evil can't touch you. Your road is long.
So, farewell.
Goodbye, Pakala!
What's scaring the birds from the trees?
What is it?
Insect, firefly,
light my way.
Stop, destroyer of trees!
Spare those nests.
What are you doing, gnat?
I can see straight away that you are strong...
- Strong? Yes. - But not wicked.
You have torn up all the trees.
Do you want a scrap? I'll wrap you round a tree...
for making fun of me.
Where's that will-o-the-whisp gone?
Aah, there you are.
You, little gnat. You're in trouble now.
I'll destroy half this forest...
...to find you. Then I'll mash you to a pulp.
and eat you in one gulp.
I'm tired. I can't carry on.
You've outwitted me. But I'm not vindictive.
Come out, wherever you are!
You know, I'm very strong.
I can do anything.
I can sow a field in a day.
Thresh all the corn in a day.
All the village harvest
has been taken by The Black Hurricane.
I have sworn to kill him.
And I went looking for a cudgel.
I need one as high as the sky.
I came to find one
in this forest.
But it closed in around me.
No road, no path.
The Black Hurricane has trapped me...
...to stop me leaving.
For ages I've torn up trees.
And now I'm exhausted.
More than anything, I want to find my freedom.
You're not very smart. I can help you.
Let's go!
- How can we find the path? - With no sun, no stars.
The insect, the firefly!
Light our way.
But first, you must put the nests back in the trees.
Alright.
Birds, you can return to your nests.
The giant is leaving the forest.
Thank you kindly.
You have helped me leave the forest.
I will make your journey easier.
It's a long journey for you, boy.
I will do you good, in doing good.
Travel by way of the stream.
Listen, listen, Andriesh...
- Who is it? Who's talking? - It's me, the brook.
The flute!
Look at the sky, shepherd.
I see a shooting star.
It is not a star falling.
It is Voinovan's doing.
In the green forest,
he has thrown his Vozdougan
to be hardened by the sun
and it shines like a star in falling back to earth.
In the Gaidouk Forest Voinovan is with his gallant men.
The Black Hurricane cannot resist
our maces, hardened by the sun.
Against light, against the sun,
The Black Hurricane will be powerless.
Throw your Vozdougans into the sky.
And when they fall, the trumpets will sound and we will leave.
What is shining on the river?
Stejar the oak, ahead of you.
It groans, implores.
Stejar, the brave old oak.
Good evening Stejar, Courageous oak.
I am not an oak, I am a Gaiduk.
My foe defeated me, unfairly.
Brought me low by his sharp arrow.
And from the heart of this Gaiduk
grew this strong oak.
From that time on
I have kept guard from this high bank.
Watching all the countryside around. The Black Hurricane despised me,
For my courage and my pride.
He has struck me by lightning.
The fire consumes me right into my insides
How can I help you?
In my dark branches,
hangs one sole acorn left.
I beg of you, Retrieve it quick.
Bury it in the earth.
Within this acorn lies my deliverance.
And in return take this.
To lead you to your flock, in the Black Hurricane's castle.
Gaiduk's horse.
Travel well, shepherd.
The tune!
For your good deed you have been rewarded.
You have revived happiness, music is reborn in your flute.
Listen. The murmur of the willow, Pakala's laugh,
the song of the birds, Stejar's moan...
All have received your help, and the flute remembers all.
Imagine a tune,
it is the valour of a man's heart.
A melody born of courage
which calls courage.
The moment has come.
It is time to confront The Black Hurricane.
Help me Voinovan!
Who are you? How did you get here?
I am a Gaiduk. Can't you see?
I wanted to fight The Black Hurricane.
But he defeated me.
He breathed fire in my face.
He threatened to turn me into stone.
One can't fight against that. Against The Black Hurricane, Voinovan.
Don't try to scare me, cowardly Gaiduk.
Do you see these Vozdougans?
Don't flee, coward!
To The Black Hurricane's Castle!
Luthar, my sheep!
Why don't you move?
Do you want me to play the tune, like before?
Stop your playing, shepherd. Silence!
Who is it?
It's me, don't be afraid.
- Give me my magic flute. - Voinovan!
Why aren't you with your army?
It's you who gave me this flute.
Hear me well.
All the Gaiduks are dead.
Only my flute can revive them.
Give me back my magic flute.
You aren't Voinovan!
Let fire your eyes lack
neither move forwards nor back.
Time flies beyond your sight,
for you no day nor night
that you neither live nor die
that as a stone you'll lie.
The Black Hurricane.
So that he'll no longer torment good people,
let him black stone become.
By the sun's light and by your courage.
That tune, that tune!
Shepherds! Lower your burden!
The Black Hurricane's castle is collapsing.
Subtitles: Corvusalbus