Andrei Rublev (The Passion According to Andrei)
Scenario: Andrei Mikhalkov-Konchalovsky and Andrei Tarkovsky
Direction: Andrei Tarkovsky
Photography: Vadim Yusov
Art Direction: E. Chernyaev, E. Novoderezhkin, S. Voronkov
Music: Viacheslav Ovchinnikov
Assistant Director: I. Petrov Sound: I. Zelentsova
Editing: L. Feignova, Makeup: V. Rudina Costumes: L. Novi, M. Baronovska
Intern Director: B. Oganesyan, Second Assistant Directors: A. Macheret, M. Volovich, A. Nikolaev
Camera Operator: V. Sevostyanov Assistant Camera: A. Andrianov, R. Ruvinov, P. Sudilin
Sets: E. Korablev
Special Effects: V. Sevostyanov, P. Safonov
Historical Advisers: V. Pashuto, S. Yamshchikov and M. Mertsalova
State Film Orchestra and All-Union Radio Chorus Conducted by Viachesalov Ovchinnikov
Producer: T. Ogorodnikova
Andrei Rublev: Anatoly Solonitsin, Kirill: Ivan Lapikov, Danil Chorny: Nikolai Grinko
Theophanes the Greek: Nikolai Sergeyev Durochka "Idiot Girl": Irma Raush
Boriska: Nikolai Burlyaev, The Grand Prince, and his brother: Yuri Nazarov
Supporting Cast
The Passion According to Andrei Part One
- Pull the rope. - This one?
- Arkhip, give me the strap. - Hold it.
Take it.
Look!
It's Yefim , isn't it?
- Come here and help. - Pull the rope.
- Hold on a second. - Come on, quick!
Where is it'?
- Where is it'? - Here.
Come on, fast.
Lift it-
Lord. Let it go right.
Untie it now.
The rope is tangled.
Hold it!
We won't have enough time.
I'm ready!
Archipushka! You try to hold them!
Just a second.
Come on!
Hold him, hold him!
I'm here. I'm here.
Cut the rope, man!
Cut the rope!
I'll show you, cut the rope!
My God!
Yefim!
- Where are you going? - Archipushka!
I'm flying! I'm flying!
Hey! Chase me! Chase me!
My God! What is it?
Archipushka!
THE JESTER Summer 1400
Danil !
Danil! The Father told you to go back!
There is no one to paint the icons.
For God's sake!
It's no business of yours.
You will be sorry for that. You will come begging on your knees.
But the Father will not forgive you.
Come on. You never know.
We shall see.
It's not good.
What?
That we are leaving Troitsa.
It's a shame.
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 ten years. Nine for you, but ten for me.
No, seven for me, nine for you.
- It's raining. - Come on here.
Let's go. We will not melt.
The jesters were walking. Drunk on mead and beer...
...when they met their master, the Boyar...
...and they sang, to greet him:
0 master. 0 Boyar...
...everything is ready in the kitchen!
The Boyar's plump wife is a choosy trollop.
Mistress, open the door. The master's coming!
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 impaled!"
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.
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.
The woman saw a naked head...
...and grabbed it by the beard.
May we shelter from the storm?
Come in.
Do you want some beer? You are soaking wet.
Thank you, we don't imbibe.
And don't play around with women.
God sent priests, but the devil sent jesters.
The woman saw a head!
By the beard!
My woman might have been playing in the bushes.
I'll show you!
Come here, you.
What are you doing?
Give it back to him.
Where were you, Kirill?
Outside. Shall we go?
Danil, the rain's stopped; let's go.
Christ be with you, mistress.
THEOPHANES THE GREEK Summer-Winter-Spring-Summer 1405-1406
I'm innocent!
Let me go!
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?
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 Sergeius":
"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 is 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 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 am rancorous.
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.
Wicked bastards!
Where is Proshka? Where is Vikenty?
They ran to the square to see how they were going to kill the ruler.
Wicked bastards!
See?
And you don't want to help?
- 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 shall die soon, 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?
You are thoughtless sinners, yet you judge.
You faithless heathens!
He has already seven times atoned for his sins...
...for both his sins and yours.
You are incredible sinners yourselves.
And you judge"-
...but you don't have God with you.
Rejoice, 0 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...
...“l 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,“ _ H 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 with you?
Go away.
The words of the wise are like goads, and the words of scholars...
...are like well-driven nails, given by one Shepherd.
And further, my son, you should stay away from these.
Of making many books there is no end...
...-and much study is wearisome to the flesh.
Let us hear the conclusion of the whole matter...
Fear God and keep His commandments...
...for this is man's all.
A messenger has come!
Who has come? A messenger from Moscow has come.
A messenger has come from the Grand Prince.
- So? - So so!
A messenger from Theophanes the Greek.
The Grand Prince orders you to Moscow...
...to paint the Cathedral of the Annunciation, with Theophanes.
Is he really Andrei Rublev, this fellow?
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...
...that I'll come.
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 smithy outside, beyond the chapel.
Farewell, God-fearing people!
Semyon! Come here!
Come here and help us!
Why are you standing? Come here!
Let's go today, shall we, Danil?
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 did you think 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 grieve; 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.
Did you forget something, Andrei?
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.
lam 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?
I'm tired of lying. I'm going back into the secular world.
Why did we leave the 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.
Servant of God, how many souls did you trade in for monasticism?
Twenty or thirty?
And you ran after the 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 happy I'm untalented; I can be honest and pure before God.
You are taking sin upon your soul!
I'll tell you something else, brothers.
What do you want to tell us that we don't know already?
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 secular world, slanderer!
Now do you see?
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 said unto them," it is written, "My house shall be called...
"...the house of prayer; but ye have made it a den of thieves."
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 will swell, 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?
You think you know everything so I'm not going to teach you any more.
Why should I learn?
Anyway, I will have to spend three years cleaning the brushes.
I'm sick and tired of you, Foma.
Go back to the monastery, go wherever you want.
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?"
Whatever Theophanes has said...
...l can see blue colors better than anyone else.
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.
If you are not painting, you are sleeping or fooling around.
But only by prayer can the soul transcend the flesh.
Would you go to learn from another teacher instead of me?
Why not, if you tell me to go?
Come on, come on. Don't be angry.
What's that?
So you've decided to put the apostle on the left, Andrei.
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 it, Theophanes.
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 regards praise, what is praised today is abused 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.
Of course, if only evil is remembered...
...then you will never be happy in the sight of God.
Perhaps we must forget some things; but not all.
I don't know how to say it.
Then be quiet and listen to me.
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.
They all ran away, yet they were the best.
But they repented.
That was afterwards, when it was too late.
It's never too late to repent.
Of course, people do evil.
But you can not blame them altogether.
It's difficult...
...and sinful, I think.
Judas sold the Christ, and remember who bought him.
People.
And who accused Jesus?
The scribes and Pharisees...
...they could not find witnesses, however hard they tried.
“Who will testify against this innocent?“
Only later on they found the traitors.
Two were found immediately. Two, and not one.
There were only two.
The Pharisees were masters of deceit, educated.
They had studied to gain power...
...lo 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 for thirty pieces of silver.
New misfortunes constantly befall the peasant...
...either Tatars three times an 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 yourself. You're tired and discouraged...
...and suddenly...
...in the crowd you meet a human glance...
...-and everything's lighter, as it is 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.
Maybe those who crucified Him loved Him...
...because they helped in this divine plan.
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 free.
THE HOLIDAY Spring 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.
Foma! Where are you?
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?
Come on.
- What is it? - Come on.
They're practicing witchcraft.
Where are you going?
Come to me.
Hold on.
Come to me.
Darling.
Take your hand away.
There is an anthill.
Anthill?
Anthill.
- Who is this? - I don't know.
Let's go.
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.
- And who is this? - Marfa.
Why did you want to be head 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 doing?
Untie me.
Why are you looking at me?
Where were you?
Thank God.
Are these the people?
No, these are strangers. Don't you see it?
There is some onion, if you want it.
Where were you?
These forests are impenetrable; I'm all scratched.
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.
- 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.
Let me go!
- Let me go! - You can't see that!
Kick him so he shuts up!
Go, go! Don't dawdle!
Help, Fyodor! Help!
Fyodor!
Can't you deal with a woman?
Stop!
Hold her!
Marfa, run!
Catch her!
- Where are you going? - She will drown herself!
Marfa! Run, Marfa!
Swim, Marfa!
THE LAST JUDGMENT Summer 1408
Come here!
He's just wasting materials.
Who needs it?
Foma!
- What do you want? - Can I go for a swim?
- No, you can't. - It's hot!
Don't be lying. It's not.
Maybe he's really hot. I'm hot too.
Of course, you are working and he is sitting.
Let him go swim.
Don't spoil him.
Let him be sitting with everyone.
You shut up!
You sleep all day long like a log...
...and you come down only to eat and go to the bathroom.
And have you found a job for me?
- You have found what you wanted. - So what?
Since everyone is sitting here, let Serezhka be sitting with us too.
If you had let him go, he would have been back already.
Give him freedom...
...and he will sit in the water until he turns blue.
He only thinks that it's hot...
- ...and that's why he is whining. - He's not whining, you are.
It was me.
I was the first to say it's hot, and not Sergei.
Why are you picking on Sergei?
That's it!
You want to go swimming, go!
Go! Why are you sitting?
Goa
Here! You see?
Wait! Wait!
Where's Andrei?
Not here? This is a fine state of affairs.
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, but do nothing.
"None of them is working and nothing is ready."
Did you ask for a lot of money?
How do I know?
He said, "I don't care. Danil Chorny or Andrei Rublev...
"...it's all the same to me."
"It's all the same."
And he pulled 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, you know.
You haven't started yet.
You'd better hurry up. 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, Danil?
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.
Collect yourself! 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. You couldn't teach me integrity.
I don't know what to paint.
What do you mean, you don't know?
We were ordered to paint the Last Judgment.
You see...
...I think it will be better...
...if we don't paint the Last Judgment at all.
What do you mean?
You know.
I want...
I don't want anything.
- Nothing. - That's it.
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.
When I was a child...
...l spake as a child, I understood as a child, I thought as a child...
...but when I became a man, I put away childish things.
For now we see through a glass, darkly...
...but then face to face...
...now I know in part...
...but then shall I know...
...even as also I am known.
And now abideth...
...faith, hope, and charity...
...but the greatest of these is charity.
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 all 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...
...charily 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, hopelh 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 a 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, 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 say!
No one can build a mansion better than us.
Who could paint like that?
Look at the carving.
Only Mitiai can do this directly, without tracing.
It's like a bird singing.
Look. 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 for forty 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 and 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.
Here, I have brought it.
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 on, old man.
You, ass! Help him! In the bushes!
Where's my whip?
Has anyone seen my whip?
Damn. I've lost it. Have you seen my whip, ass?
- Seryoga. - What?
Read the Scriptures.
From where?
From wherever you like.
"Imitate me, just as I also imitate Christ.
"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...
"...forasmuch 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 the woman is of the man, even so is 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...
"...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...
“But if any man seem to be contentious...
“...we have no such custom...
”...neither the Churches of God.
“Now in this that I declare unto you I praise you not...
“...that ye come together not for the better...
”...but for the worse.”
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.
The Passion According to Andrei Part Two
THE RAID Autumn of 1408
They are 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.
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.
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.
What are you saying?
The Metropolitan summoned us to kiss the cross.
- When ? - Last winter.
Vladimir is a beautiful town.
Do you like it?
Let's go.
Forward! You dog, stay close, or I'll kill you!
Keep close to the Prince! To the gates!
Tatars!
Run away!
What is going on?
The Grand Prince is coming.
The brother has arrived.
Hold him, hold him!
Brothers, what are you doing? We are all fellow Russians.
I'll show you if we are fellow Russians, you Vladimir swine!
Catch him! Catch him!
Run around! Don't you hear me?
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!
Don't be afraid, beautiful.
I'll show you how Tatars can love.
Well, Prince?
Aren't you sorry about the cathedral?
Tell me, Prince, who is that woman?
It'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.
Tie his legs tighter!
Tell the truth, you dog!
Hold on, hold on! I haven't seen your gold.
By God, by God, I haven't seen it!
It hurts!
I don't know where the gold is; it probably was stolen.
Your Tatars must have taken it. You're all thieves.
Ask around your own men.
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!
Mark my words!
"No Tatar shall ever set foot on Russian soil."
This is my vow to the Lord.
Give me a cross. Let a believer kiss the 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.
What are you doing this for?
Theophanes? But you are dead.
I wanted to see you so much.
Even if you had not wanted, I would have come anyway.
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.
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 out 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...
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!
I don't remember how it happened.
I caught up with him...
...and I couldn't help it.
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 justice...
"...rebuke the oppressor, defend the fatherless, plead for the widow.
"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.
THE CHARITY Winter 1412
The apples are all rotten.
In all my years, I've never seen such a famine.
We are slowly dying out. Lord have pity on us.
Mefody is bringing someone again.
Mefody, you should not be the gate-keeper...
...because you will let the whole neighborhood in here to eat.
- Sit down, man of God. - Thank you.
To eat!
You can't feed all the hungry people.
There is no one in the neighborhood.
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 fled to the lake, praying they wouldn't follow.
I was standing like that till dawn.
When I got out, 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.
Andrei Rublev. Have you heard of him?
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.
Though she is a holy fool, she knows where to get better food.
He has brought her...
...so that he may always remember his sin.
Can you call it holiness?
And Rublev's guild?
It fell apart.
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?
Father! Master! Kirill has come back!
Father! Let your prodigal son Kirill back in!
You didn't ask me if you could leave...
...and now you want to come back?
You didn't like it in the secular world?
No, I won't take you in.
My God, why hast thou forsaken me?
Now you want back into the den of thieves...
...to the money-changers and dove-sellers.
You think because I am old, I have forgotten about it.
Begone! Go back to where you came from!
There is no place for you here!
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 without sin you cannot live in the secular world.
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 sin...
...you must copy out the Scriptures fifteen times.
Take the late Nikodim's cell.
Thank you! Thank you, God!
How wonderful! Thank you, Father, thank you!
Hey, it's bad to eat dirty meat.
Brothers, what's going on?
I'll go to tell Father Nikodim.
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 Spring-Summer-Autumn- Winter-Spring 1423-1424
Is this the home of Nikolka, 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 lvashka 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 any more. 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 make everything very well 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.
My father died and passed me the secret.
Shall we take him?
What secret?
Do you want the Prince to flay us?
He's lying about the secret.
The worse for him!
- What is your name? - Boriska.
Come here!
Mount!
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 be digging?
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 Nikolka said, but I'm not going to dig.
Call us when you need us.
Okay, I'll dig for you.
Well?
Did you find it?
There is no need to look for it. Here it is.
No, it's not the right clay.
- We always took it 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 have found it!
Uncle Fyodor! I've found it!
The clay! Uncle Seymon!
Stepan!
We've found the good clay, Stepan!
Here is the clay!
I have found the clay, Stepan!
Andreika! Andreika!
Where are you all?
Boriska! Boriska!
- What? - Shall I dig in?
I'm coming.
What are you saying?
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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.
Buy it. 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.
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 flog 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 reinforcement.
Flog him! He refuses to work.
He won't obey my orders.
I'll show you who's in charge!
Your father treated us better.
You remember him? Then flog 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.
0 Lord. 0 Queen of Heaven...
I can't understand how the Grand Prince trusted him with all this.
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!
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 eighteen pounds of silver.
What's eighteen 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 sixteen pounds.
Are you mad?
I'll get all the silver I want from the Prince.
Imagine, if after this it doesn't ring!
Watch out.
I recognize him!
Beat him! Beat him!
Are you mad? To attack someone like that.
You've mistaken him for another.
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 ten years in prison...
...and they cut off half my tongue.
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.
You're heavy.
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.
Andreika, stand aside.
Why stand there? Work!
Add some more, add some more! Come on!
Boriska, where is he?
Boriska, the second furnace is ready.
Go, go! We're all ready.
Open!
Everything is ready. Shall we begin?
Come on!
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.
You know how much I envied. Envy just 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.
The 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.
Curse me.
Well, how is it?
Come on, then.
Everyone, get away!
What's going on up there?
Everything is okay.
Come on, come on! Everyone go up!
Is everyone ready?
Well? Come on.
Go on. Give the signal.
Come on!
The Grand Prince is coming with a foreign ambassador.
Is everything ready?
If not, watch out!
Motherfucker!
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 here.
Where are you going?
Isn't it rather peculiar?
They're all peculiar here.
Come on, come on, dumbbell!
Shall I help you, or will you touch 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 dumb bell, this awkward scaffold?
Iwould 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 friend, that girl is not more than thirteen years old.
That doesn't make her less attractive.
Sometimes these girls are women at the age of thirteen.
What's the matter with you, Your Excellency?
Come on, come on.
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 the Trinity Monastery together.
What a feast day for the people.
You've brought them such joy, and you're crying.
Come on, come on.
THE END