Andrei Rublev Page #3

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are our people ignorant or not?

I can't hear you!

Yes, ignorant!

But who's to blame for that?

Their stupidity is to blame!

Have you never sinned

because you're ignorant?

Yes, and I have, too. O God, forgive,

reconcile and curb our passions!

The Day of Judgement is coming.

We'll all burn like candles.

Mind my word,

it will be hell!

People will lump the blame

for their sins on one another,

will be justifying themselves

before the Almighty.

I don't understand how you can paint,

having thoughts like that.

You even accept praise.

I'd have taken vows of schema long ago

and settled down in a cave for good.

I serve God, not people.

Today they praise, tomorrow they'll

abuse what they praised only yesterday,

and after that they'll forget both

you and me. They'll forget everything!

All is vanity! All is useless!

The human race had already

perpetrated all stupidities and wrongs,

and now it's just repeating them.

Everything falls back into place

again, and goes round and round...

If Jesus came back to Earth again,

He would be once more crucified!

If you remember only evil,

you can never be happy

before God.

What?

Maybe some things should be

forgotten, but not every thing.

I don't know how to say it...

If you don't know, then be silent!

Listen to me!

You think that good can be done

only single-handedly?

Good!

Have you forgotten the New Testament?

Jesus gathered people in the temples,

too. He taught them.

And then they gathered together

in order to execute Him.

"Crucify him!" they shouted.

And His disciples? Judas

betrayed Him, Peter renounced Him.

They all abandoned Him!

And they were the best!

But they repented!

That was much later, don't you

understand? When it was too late.

It's true, people do evil, too.

And it's very sad.

Judas had sold Christ out.

But do you remember who bought Him?

The people.

The Pharisees and their scribes.

They couldn't find any witness,

however hard they might have tried.

Who would slander Him, the innocent?

And the Pharisees were great

deceivers, literate and cunning.

They even learned to read and write

in order to gain power,

taking advantage of His ignorance.

People ought to be reminded more

often that they're human beings,

that all Russians

are of one blood and of one land!

Evil can be found anywhere.

There will always be those ready

to sell you for 30 pieces of silver.

And the Russian man

gets more and more misfortunes.

The Tartars raid him thrice a season,

then comes a famine or a plague.

But he keeps working and working,

bearing his cross with humility.

Never despairing, but enduring it

silently.

And only praying to God

to give him enough strength to endure.

Can the Almighty not forgive

such men their ignorance?

You know it yourself

that whenever something goes wrong,

or you're exhausted and despairing,

and suddenly...

you meet some human eyes

and it works

as if you took a Communion, and

the weight is lifted from your heart.

Isn't it so?

You were talking about Jesus.

Perhaps He was born and crucified

for only one reason:

to reconcile God with man.

Jesus comes from God,

it means He's Almighty.

And His dying on the cross

must have been preordained.

His crucifixion and death

were God's doing.

And it was supposed to provoke hatred

not of those who crucified Him,

but of those who loved Him, if they

had been with Him at that moment.

For they loved Him as a man.

But He abandoned them

of His own free will,

having shown injustice,

or even cruelty.

Do you realize what you're saying?

For these words, you'll be packed off

to the North to fix up icons.

Am I not right?

You always say

what you think yourself.

With me, it's different.

I'm a worldly man, a free man.

FEAS Sergey, come here!

Coming!

Start the fire in the meantime!

Foma, let's go fetch some firewood.

Peter have seen

neither the Assumption,

nor the Dmitrievsky Cathedral.

Never mind. After he has roamed

the woods,

sweeping his brush,

he'll see what's right.

We won't be able to finish painting

the cathedral before the cold spell.

It will be June soon.

What is it?

Wait. Do you hear it?

- A nightingale.

- Nothing else?

Can you see it?

- What is it?

- Let's go! Come on!

Doing witchery.

Andrei! Where are you going?

- Come here...

- Wait...

I saw you, black vermin, lurking

there.

You, God's servants, need to know

everything.

Let me go!

We'll let you go first thing

in the morning.

With a stone on your neck, for you

to swim faster to your destination.

A fire will fall down from heavens

and will scorch you all!

The Day of Judgement will come

at last!

We'll fix you

right to this crosspiece.

Just like Jesus Christ.

What are you doing, men?

You can't do it to me, men!

Don't you understand? It's a sin!

At least tie me with my feet up.

Please, brothers!

Let him hang.

Let him spend the night like that,

unless he ascends.

He will be here alright.

Why did you ask to hang you

head down?

You'd have been even worse off.

And why did you curse us?

Threatening us with a fire?

Because it's a sin to run about naked

and do things like that.

This is the night

when everyone should love.

Is loving a sin?

You call it love tying a man up

like that?

It's just in case you decided

to bring guards or monks here.

To convert us to your faith

by force.

You think it's easy to live in fear,

like we do?

You fear because

you either don't love at all,

or love shamelessly, bestially,

not with your heart.

Love should be brotherly.

Does it make any difference?

It's still love.

Go on, untie me.

Where've you been?

Where were you?

The woods're all but impassable here.

I've got all scratched up.

But the locals even like it,

they got used to it.

People do everything out of habit.

I guess, old people don't have

to think about anything.

Each day for them rolls by itself.

Or maybe, it's even very comforting

for them:

it drags on and on from morn till

night, with no end.

Just look at yourself!

All scratched and black and blue.

Aren't you ashamed to appear like

that before your pupils?

- Couldn't you come back sooner?

- I couldn't.

Well, it's your sin,

your conscience, and your prayers.

Catch her! Grab the woman!

- Catch him!

- Grab her!

Run, Martha!

What's the matter with you? The three

of you can't manage one filthy man?

Why are they doing it? Why?

Because they won't believe in one God.

Damn pagans!

Don't look, Sergey!

You shouldn't look.

We'll go on living as we used to!

Go on, and no tricks.

Help me, Fyodor!

What's the matter with you, men?

Can't you subdue a woman?

Where are you going?

She will drown you in a jiffy!

Martha! Swim faster!

THE LAST JUDGEMEN - Foma!

- What?

May I go and take a swim?

- Forget it!

- I'm too hot!

It's not hot.

Stop lying.

Let him go and take a swim.

All he can do is sit in the water.

He's just imagining it's hot.

It's I who said first it's hot,

not Sergey.

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