The Mirror
- G
- Year:
- 1974
- 107 min
- 5,004 Views
MOSFILM:
Fourth Artists' Association
What is your first name,
your last name?
My name is Yuri Zhary.
Where did you come from?
I came from Kharkov.
What school do you go to?
I go to a technical school.
Now we're going
to have a sance.
You just look at me.
Look me in the eye.
Look in front of you.
Turn around, with your back to me.
Concentrate on my hand.
My hand is drawing you back.
Spread your hands.
Concentrate. All your tension
is centered in your hands.
Your hands are strained!
Concentrate all of your
will power,
your big desire to win,
on your hands.
Your hands are getting
more and more tense.
They're very tense.
Still more tense.
Look at your fingers.
Your fingers are tense.
From here the tension passes on
to your fingers.
Look at your hands.
Yura, concentrate!
On my count of three
your hands will become immobile.
One, two, three!
Your hands don't move.
You can't move them.
You're trying to move your hands,
but they're fixed.
It's very hard for you
to make a slightest movement.
Now I'm going to lift
this transfixion,
and you'll be able to speak
freely, easily and articulately.
From now on you will speak
loudly and clearly.
Look at me.
I'm lifting the tension
from your hands and your speech.
One, two, three!
Go ahead, say loudly and clearly:
I can speak!
MIRROR:
Margarita TEREKHOVA
as Mother and Natalya
Written by Alexander MISHARIN
and Andrei TARKOVSKY
Directed by Andrei TARKOVSKY
Director of Photography
Georgy RERBERG
Production Designer
Nikolai DVIGUBSKY
Music by Eduard ARTEMYEV
Sound by Semyon LITVINOV
Tatiana KAMENEVA
Also starring
I. DANILTSEV
L. TARKOVSKAYA, A. DEMIDOVA
A. SOLONITSYN
N. GRINKO
T. OGORODNIKOVA
Yu. NAZAROV, O. YANKOVSKY
F. YANKOVSKY
Yu. SVENTIKOV, T. RESHETNIKOVA
Author's text narrated by
I. SMOKTUNOVSKY
Verses by Arseny TARKOVSKY
recited by the author
Playing in the film music by
J.S. Bach, Pergolesi, Purcell
MIRROR:
The road from the station
passed through Ignatievo,
then swerved near the farm
we had lived on each summer
before the war,
and through a dense oak forest
went on as far as Tomshino.
Usually we spotted our people
as soon as they appeared from
behind a bush in the mid-field.
If he turned from the bush
towards our house, then it's father.
If not, it meant it was not father
and that father would never come.
to Tomshino?
You shouldn't have taken a turn
at the bush.
- And this... What's this?
- What?
Why are you sitting here?
- I live here.
- Where? On the fence?
Are you interested in the way to
Tomshino or where I live?
I brought all the instruments,
but forgot the key.
Do you happen to have a nail
or a screw-driver?
I don't have any nails.
Why are you so nervous?
Give me your hand. I'm a doctor.
You're bothering me.
Do you want me to call my husband?
You haven't got any husband.
There's no ring.
Though people don't wear rings
nowadays. Maybe only old people.
May I have a cigarette?
Why do you look so sad?
And why do you look so happy?
It's a pleasure to fall down
with an attractive woman.
You know, I fell and found
strange things here - roots, bushes...
Has it ever occurred to you
that plants can feel, know,
even comprehend...
The trees, this hazel-nut bush...
- This is the alder-tree.
- It doesn't matter.
They don't run about.
Like us who are rushing, fussing,
uttering banalities.
That's because we don't trust
nature that is inside us.
Always this suspiciousness,
haste,
and no time
to stop and think.
Look, you seem to be a bit...
It's no problem for me.
I'm a doctor.
And what about "Ward Number Six"?
Oh, Chekhov had made it all up!
Come to Tomshino sometime.
We often have a good time there.
You've got blood!
- Where?
- Behind your ear.
Each moment of our dates, not many,
We celebrated as an Epiphany.
Alone in the whole world.
More daring and lighter
than a bird
Down the stairs, like a dizzy
apparition,
You came to take me on your road,
Through rain-soaked lilacs,
To your own possession,
As night descended
I was blessed with grace,
And in the darkness shining
And slowly reclining
Was your body naked.
On waking up I said:
God bless you!
Although I knew how daring
and undue
My blessing was:
You were fastasleep,
Your closed eyelids
with the universal blue
The lilac on the table
so strained to sweep.
Touched by the blue, your lids
Were quite serene, your hand was
warm.
And rivers pulsed in crystal slits,
Mountains smoked, and oceans
swarmed.
You held a sphere in your palm,
Of crystal; on your throne
you were sleeping calm.
And, oh my God! -
Belonging only to me,
You woke and at once transformed
The language humans speak and think.
Speech rushed up sonorously formed,
With the word "you" so much
reformed
As to evolve a new sense meaning
king.
And suddenly all changed,
like in a trance,
Even trivial things,
so often used and tried,
When standing 'tween us,
guarding us,
Was water, solid, stratified.
It carried us I don't know where.
Retreating before us, like some
mirage,
Were cities, miraculously fair.
Under our feet the mint grass spread,
The birds were following our tread,
The fishes came to a river bend,
And to our eyes the sky was open.
Behind us our fate was groping,
Like an insane man with a razor
in his hand.
Oh, good heavens! Dounya!
What is it, Pasha?!
A fire! But be quiet.
He'll get it coming to him!
And what if Vitya is in there?
What if he's burned?
Where's Klanya?
What?
Dad!
- Alexei?
- Hello, ma!
What's wrong with your voice?
Nothing serious.
I guess it's just a sore throat.
I haven't spoken to anyone
for three days.
I even liked it. I think it's good
to keep silent for a while.
Words can't express everything
a person feels.
Words are flaccid.
I just dreamed of you in my sleep.
As though I were still a child...
By the way, what year was it
when dad left us?
And the fire? Remember the hay-loft
that burned down at the farm?
That was in '35 too.
All right, stop pulling the wool
over my eyes.
You know... Lisa died.
The one I worked in the printing
house with.
- Oh God... When?
- This morning, at 7.
And what time is it now?
What is now?
- Almost six.
- In the morning?
What's the matter with you?
In the evening.
Mom, why do we have to fight
all the time?
I'm sorry if I did anything wrong.
Printing-house.
Next stop:
Serpukhovskaya.What's the rush?
Hello.
Where're the proofs
I've been reading?
I don't know. Just a minute.
Yelizaveta Pavlovna is here.
Marousia, what's wrong?
Something in yesterday's proofs?
In the Goslit edition?
Don't be so nervous!
We should look in the typesetting
case.
Nothing terrible has happened.
It's such an important edition!
Although misprints have no place
in any edition.
Shut up, you idiot.
- What happened?
- Nothing serious.
I just want to check something.
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