Andrei Rublev Page #6

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about any more.

Isn't it the right thing to do?

I have no right to give you

any advice. I can't.

Haven't you got in Paradise?

Oh, God...

Everything over there is not like

you here think it is.

Russia...

Dear Russia, she endures everything.

And will continue to endure.

For how long will it be going on?

I don't know.

Forever, I guess.

And yet all this is so beautiful!

It's snowing...

There's nothing more frightful

than snow falling in the temple.

Don't you think so?

SILENCE:

The apples are all rotten.

I've been on this earth so many years,

yet I don't remember such a famine.

We're dying out little by little,

forgive us God.

Not a soul left in our neighborhood.

All the villages are empty.

Everyone from Khotkovo left

for somewhere.

The Semyonovka people ran away, too.

There's no one in Semyonovka,

I passed by it this morning.

In Vladimir, they have had no harvest

for three years.

And all the people ran off.

Those that stayed are hunting rats.

Why are you whispering?

I caught cold spending the night

in the lake.

How come?

The wolves got the better of me,

so I waded into the lake.

I only prayed to God

that they wouldn't jump in.

I stood like that until dawn.

When I got out, I felt all numb.

I can't recover for two weeks now.

- Are you from Vladimir?

- Yes, I used to live there.

There comes another man from Vladimir.

Not saying a word since he left

Vladimir.

He took a vow of silence.

He had sinned, now he's repenting.

He brought a God's fool with him

from Vladimir. She's dumb.

So they keep mum together.

He brought her here so that he could

feel his shame,

to have his sin

always before him.

That's holiness for you!

What about Andrei's artel?

It had broken up.

Some were killed by Tartars,

others went their own ways.

And Danila? Is he alive?

People say all kind of things.

Either he went to the North,

or he's dead.

Has he given up his craft altogether?

You're Kirill, aren't you?

Kirill? Is that you?

That Mephody again!

Now he's let the Tartars in here!

It's bad to eat dirty meat!

For God's sake, don't turn me out,

Father! There's no truth in the world!

I can't go on sinning every day

any more!

And one can't live otherwise

in the world!

Accept my repentance, Father!

And I'll be kissing your feet!

You were always good at talking.

No, you won't move me to pity.

If you only knew, Father,

how much hardship I've gone through,

how much evil I've endured,

then you would have forgiven me,

but I'll never forgive myself.

Your guilt is not before me,

your guilt is before God.

Stay!

And as a redemption for your sins,

you shall copy the Scripture 15 times.

You may take

the late Father Nikodim's cell.

Thank you, Lord!

Thank you, brethren!

How good it is!

Thank you, our Father!

Good Russian, eating horse meat!

Want to go with us to the Horde?

You'll be my wife.

I got seven wives,

but no Russian wife yet.

Every day

you'll be eating horse meat,

drinking koumiss,

wearing gold coins in your hair.

Lower your head!

With a Tartar husband,

a Russian wife can't go about dirty.

Let's go with us, girl!

Come on! Give me your hand!

Andrei!

Don't you recognize me?

Don't you worry. They'll give her

a ride and let her go.

They won't dare hurting a God's

fool. That's a great sin.

BELL:

Is this Nikola the founder's house?

Yes, it is.

- Is he your father?

- Yes, my father.

- Call him.

- He's not here.

Where's he?

He's dead.

The plague has gotten them all:

My mother, sister and father, too.

And where's the house of Gavrila

the founder?

Gavrila is dead, too.

So is Kasyan the craftsman.

Ivashka's been taken away by Tartars,

only Fyodor remained.

Go to him,

but you'd better hurry.

He's lying in bed, whizzing,

with his eyes closed.

He might die any minute now.

I can't stand it any more!

Where are we to look now?

- We'd better go back home.

- Get up, I say!

Back home... Sprawling like that!

What have we come to?!

There's no one to cast a bell!

Take me along!

I'll cast you a bell!

Are you crazy?

Take me to the Prince.

I'll do a fine job!

You're not going to find anyone

anyway. They're all dead.

You won't find anyone better than me!

- Lay off!

- All right! So much worse for you!

I know the bell secret!

I know it, but I won't tell you!

My father knew the secret of bell

bronze.

Before he died, he passed it on to me.

No one else knows it!

Only I know! I!

My father told me the secret...

- Shall we take this servant of God?

- He's just talking rot.

Do you want the Grand

to skin us alive?

- He's lying about the secret!

- Then he will answer for it.

Come here!

Hop on!

- What about my hut?

- Sit on.

Well, you've talked him into it

after all?

Where are we going? What are we

looking for? We can dig over here.

Do we dig here?

We could, but it would be better

to dig closer to the belfry,

not to have to carry the weight

such a distance...

We can dig here, can't we?

Let's do it here.

Come on, mark it!

Let's dig together.

We're founders, not navvies.

Why should we putter in the earth?

You know what my father said

before he died?

"Founders must dig a foundry pit

themselves."

"I've come to understand it," he said,

"only in my old age."

He said that and died.

I don't know what Nikola said,

but I'm not going to dig.

If you need us, call us.

Well, have you found it?

What is there to find? There it is.

Is that it?

No, that's not the right clay.

- We always took it from here.

- And were making fools of yourselves!

- This clay's not good, is it?

- No good.

You see? Let's go.

We'll keep on looking

until we find it.

Listen, Stepan, maybe we shouldn't

do it?

Sure, we shouldn't. Look what clay

we've found,

how much work we've done before

we found a new place, and you...

That's not it. Don't you understand?

There you go again. August is almost

over, and we haven't found the clay!

I just pity you.

Don't! I've lived without your pity

for years!

Let's go, Boris dear!

I can't!

I know that's not the right clay!

- And which one is "right"?

- I know which.

I don't need such workers!

We'll do fine without you!

I don't need such workers!

Andreika!

Semyon!

I've found it!

Uncle Pyotr! I've found it!

The clay! Uncle Semyon!

The clay is here! Stepan!

Where are you all?

- Boris!

- What?

- Shall I dig it in?

- I'm coming!

Coming!

Where's Nikolai?

He went for the timber.

It should've been here already!

What am I going to reinforce it with?

- He left first thing in the morning.

- That Nikolai of yours is an idiot!

Why are you standing like that?

Go on, work!

- The merchants won't go for it.

- Why won't they go for it?

They asked the price thrice as big.

They say they give this rope cheap.

- Are we going to pay that price?

- Go ahead and pay!

The prince will kill you for that!

We're going to ruin him.

What do I care now!

Go away, old man, or you'll be hurt.

Don't start digging it in without me.

Boris!

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