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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 a shame for a woman to

be shorn or shaven, let her be covered.

For a man indeed ought not

to cover his head,

since 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

woman, neither the woman without man...

Go on.

For as the woman is of the man, even

so is the man also by the woman;

but all things of God.

Judge among yourselves.

Is it proper for a woman

praying to God uncovered?

Doth not even nature itself teach you

that if a man has long hair,

it is a shame onto him?

But if a woman has long hair,

it is a glory to her;

for her hair is given her...

Why did you stop? Go on!

...it is a glory to her.

For her hair is given her for...

Danila! Listen, Danila!

Feast! It's the feast, Danila!

And you were saying...

They're not sinners, are they?

How can she be a sinner,

even if she doesn't wear a kerchief?

Some sinner!

Leave him alone.

Let this servant of God repent.

ANDREI RUBLYOV:

Part Two

RAID:

They're coming! Prince!

The Tartars are coming!

Summon everybody!

Do you hear me, Kosoy?

Hey, Prince!

What have you got here?

Is that the ford?

The rains have flooded it.

Go further!

Follow us!

We already wanted to leave.

We expected you yesterday.

Small town on my way.

Wanted to go round it.

But couldn't help myself.

Sorry I'm late.

Never mind. Let's go!

Keep left, there's a shallow place.

You're not going to cheat me?

Why do you say such thing?

Vladimir is empty.

The Grand Prince is off

to Lithuania.

The town is over there,

behind that forest.

They say the Grand Prince has

a little son growing up,

and you're aspiring after his crown.

We'll see.

I can see you're longing for

the throne. I can understand it.

Where are you going?

I told you, keep left!

Hold it!

Keep up, Prince!

I see there's no love lost between

you and your brother.

That must be our fate.

When did you make up with him

the last time?

I didn't.

The metropolitan made us

take an oath before God

that we live in peace and harmony.

The Grand Prince is coming.

So my brother's here.

Vladimir is so beautiful!

Isn't it, Prince?

It's no small town.

Let's go!

Don't lag behind!

Vaska, you dog, I'll maim you!

Keep up with the prince!

Charge!

To the gates!

Tartars!

Run!

Run!

Hold him, Foma!

I'm going to...

What are you doing, brothers?

We're Russians, like you...

I'll teach you, Vladimir scum!

Catch him! Grab him!

You lamebrain!

Run around!

Are you deaf or what? Around!

Where are we?

Nobody here.

They all scattered.

Your b*tch has grown up.

Not recognized me, she forgot.

My dear man, please,

let me go!

Let me go!

Well, Prince?

Don't you feel sorry about

the cathedral?

Oh, damn you! Thieves!

Bastards! Scoundrels!

Listen, Prince,

who is that woman lying down?

It's not a woman.

That's Mary, the Virgin.

It's the birth of Jesus Christ.

And who's in the box?

Christ, her son.

How can she be a virgin

if she has a son?

Well though, in this Russia of yours,

even stranger things happen.

Interesting!

It hurts!

Oh, my God, how it hurts!

I'm burning! It hurts!

Oh, woe upon us!

I don't know where the gold is.

It must have been stolen.

It must be your Tartars who stole it.

You are all thieves!

You'd better ask your own people.

Go ahead and ask them.

- Did he tell?

- Didn't tell the truth yet.

Wait, listen what I'm going to say...

Look how a Russian,

Orthodox,

innocent man is being tortured

by thieves.

Look, Judas, Tartar muzzle!

You liar! I'm Russian!

I recognized you.

You look like your brother.

You've betrayed Russia!

I did recognize you!

Oh, how it hurts!

I'm not telling you anything...

Mind my words,

never there will be

the Tartar's foot on Russian soil.

I swear to God,

never!

I'll kiss the cross...

Give the cross to an Orthodox man!

You'll get your cross.

If I've sinned,

the Lord will forgive me.

He is merciful, He will forgive!

O Lord, will You forgive me,

will You?

And you all will boil

in a pot of tar!

You will be gone,

and we'll build everything anew.

Let you be disemboweled

in hell's fire!

O Lord... What are you doing?

What for?

Vipers!

Theophanes! You're dead, aren't you?

I dreamt

that you were hanging

head down from the window,

looking up

and wagging your finger at me.

And I was lying

across a horse saddle,

with two horde men

twisting my head.

You were looking and knocking

on the window with your finger.

- And I was shouting to you...

- What were you shouting?

Listen, what's going on?

They murder, they rape,

they plunder churches

together with the Tartars.

And you were telling me...

Only I feel much worse now

than you.

You're dead, and I...

Yes, I'm dead, so what?

That's not what I mean! I've spent

half of my life being blind!

Half of my life, like that...

Day and night I worked for them,

for people...

But they're not people.

You were saying the truth then.

The truth.

It doesn't matter what I was saying.

You're wrong now,

I was wrong then.

Aren't we of the same faith?

Of the same land? Of the same blood?

One Tartar even laughed at us.

Like this.

He shouted:
"You'll cut one another's

throat even without us!"

What a shame!

They murdered everybody.

And my Seryoga, too.

I found him on such a day...

She alone remained.

- I have to go.

- Wait...

Please, don't go away!

Do you feel ill at ease with me?

Are you bored? I won't say it again.

Let's sit down and talk.

I'm going to tell you...

I know everything.

I'll never paint again.

- Why?

- Nobody needs it.

Just because one iconostasis has been

burned?

Do you know how much of my work

has been burned?

In Pskov,

in Novgorod, in Galitch...

It's a great sin that you're taking

upon yourself.

I haven't told you the most important

thing.

I killed a man.

A Russian man.

When I saw him dragging her...

Look...

Just look at her!

It's because of our sins that

evil has taken a human guise.

Attempting to kill evil,

you make an attempt on human life.

God will forgive you,

but you must not forgive yourself.

And go on living

between His forgiveness

and your own torment.

As for your sin... Remember

what's written in your Scriptures?

"Learn to do well;

Seek judgement;

Relieve the oppressed;

Defend the fatherless.

Come now, and let us reason together,

Says the Lord,

Though your sins be

as scarlet,

They shall be as white as snow..."

See, I haven't forgotten it,

I still remember!

Maybe, you'll feel better, too.

I know, God is merciful, He will

forgive.

I'll take a vow of silence before God,

and I won't say a word.

I have nothing to talk with people

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