Andrey Rublyov Page #2
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and our bishop
ask me to come and help you.
With all our brethren present,
and Andrei Rublyov, too.
Then I'll be like your slave,
I'll serve you like a dog
until I die.
- And what is your name?
- Kirill.
The Orthodox people!
Truth-seekers and Christians!
For how long are you going to torture
the villain?
Will there be an end to it?
You're all great sinners yourselves,
but you take it upon you to judge!
Don't you have any fear of God?
to come to Moscow.
To decorate the Annunciation Cathedral,
together with Theophanes the Greek.
That's true. He is Andrei Rublyov.
And I'm Kirill.
Theophanes the Greek tells you
to come to Moscow.
He wants to see you.
I thank Theophanes, too.
Tell him...
that... well... I'll come.
My head is splitting!
Bring it here.
You may take with you
whatever assistants you want.
Tomorrow you'll have to be in Moscow.
I'm afraid I'll fall down again.
There's a chapel outside the gates.
Next will be the smithy.
Farewell, God's people!
We could go today, Danila.
What do you think?
Let's get our things and set out.
Before Theophanes may change his mind.
- I'm not going.
- What do you mean?
- What am I to do without you?
- Do as you like.
I thought we'd go together.
Why were you thinking for me?
I was not invited.
I can't go without you.
You can!
You said 'yes' without asking me.
You were too quick to agree.
Theophanes had only to beckon.
Never mind, though.
You're not the first
and you won't be the last.
I've got a lot of work here
even without you.
Very well, then!
Foma! Alexei! Come on!
Pyotr! Get ready!
You're going with me.
Rejoice, O young man, in thy youth;
in the days of thy youth.
And walk in the ways of thine heart,
and in the sight of thine eyes.
But know though, that for all these
things
God will bring thee into judgement.
Remember now thy Creator
in the days of thy youth,
while the evil days come not,
nor the years draw nigh,
when thou shalt say,
I have no pleasure in them.
Or ever the silver cord
be loosed,
or the golden bowl be broken,
or the pitcher be broken
at the fountain,
or the wheel be broken
at the cistern.
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 could he go so early
in the morning?
He took my mittens
and vanished into thin air.
I have to sort out firewood,
and the logs are ice-cold.
Why do you keep the torch on?
It's morning already.
Did you feed my dog?
You didn't ask me to, did you?
What's the matter?
Go...
Have you forgotten something?
I came to say goodbye.
You already did.
I came to say goodbye, but...
I was feeling pretty bad as it was.
And to make it worse, the devil has
brought about this enmity between us.
I can't leave like that.
I need to confess.
Will you hear it out?
I won't be able to do anything,
Danila.
We've lived in the same cell
for years.
I have nobody but you.
I see the world with your eyes.
I listen with your ears.
With your heart...
I'm happy for you,
you silly man.
You can't imagine how glad I am.
Go to Moscow, paint,
and I'll be proud of you.
The devil tripped me up yesterday
also.
Forgive me, too.
I'll be back, Danila.
Where are you going?
What about the vespers?
and I'll do without you.
What's the matter with you, Kirill?
I'm tired of it. Tired of lying!
I'm going in the world.
Why did we leave the Trinity?
Why don't you say it?
Because our brothers put their
interests above faith.
And here again? We thought we'd
be serving God by our faith and work,
and what have we got?
a market place.
You, God's servant, how much did you
pay to be ordained? Twenty souls?
And you kept following the prior,
bargaining with him.
For two or, luckily,
for one water meadow,
you wanted to win eternal bliss
for yourself.
You all know it,
but you won't say anything!
You're pretending
you don't notice anything!
I might have kept silent, too,
and put up with all this abomination,
if I had any talent,
or at least some ability
to paint icons.
But God didn't give me talent,
and thank God!
I'm happy that I got no talent,
for because of that I'm honest
and pure before God!
And one more thing, brethren...
What can you tell us
that we don't know?
But do you know
what happens to ones like you?
I'm just...
Get out of here,
you viper's breed!
You'll thrive in the world!
Blasphemer!
You see...
Listen, 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 moneychangers
and the seats of them that sold doves.
And said unto them:
the house of prayer,
but ye have made it
a den of thieves.
THE ANDREI PASSION
I washed Danila's brushes for 3 years
before he trusted me with an icon.
And not to correct it,
but just to clean it.
Do you trust me?
But you're lying all the time!
with your cassock all glued together.
- Where had you been?
- At the apiary.
And you said you went to
the Andronnikov monastery.
Look at yourself!
Apply some damp dirt to it,
or you'll be bloated like a hog.
It must be too late already.
It won't help.
You're making up things on and on.
I even thought
you might have some disease.
What disease?
There must be such a disease
when a man can't stop lying.
Look, Foma! Look, I say!
- Look where?
- Never mind, blockhead.
I can't understand why I took you
to be my assistant.
You say one thing one day and another
the next. Didn't you tell Theophanes:
"This boy never misses a thing
and he likes the azure"?
You were a different person then.
You tried hard, you never lied.
You know what Theophanes said
about your azure?
"What good is in it, in the azure?"
And you love to eat.
It beats me how you can paint
after that?
Can you think of anything else
when your belly growls?
All you can hear is that growling.
You're a lucky man, Foma.
Everything's plain and simple for you.
Only through a prayer
our soul can discern what's invisible.
Look! What's that?
So, you decided to leave the apostles
on the left?
Foma, have you removed the glue
from the fire?
Have you removed the glue?
He likes the azure!
He should be beaten the crap out of
every Saturday!
Where did you see all this,
when everybody only think
Even those women of Moscow gave their
hair to the Tartars as a ransom.
They preferred to go bald
rather than be tortured.
What has unselfishness to do with it?
It's not right to say that.
It has always been that women
in Russia were oppressed and unhappy.
Anyway, it's not what I mean...
All right, tell me in all honesty,
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