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Andrei Rublev (The Passion According to Andrei)

Scenario: Andrei Mikhalkov-Konchalovsky and Andrei Tarkovsky

Direction: Andrei Tarkovsky

Photography: Vadim Yusov

Art Direction: E. Chernyaev, E. Novoderezhkin, S. Voronkov

Music: Viacheslav Ovchinnikov

Assistant Director: I. Petrov Sound: I. Zelentsova

Editing: L. Feignova, Makeup: V. Rudina Costumes: L. Novi, M. Baronovska

Intern Director: B. Oganesyan, Second Assistant Directors: A. Macheret, M. Volovich, A. Nikolaev

Camera Operator: V. Sevostyanov Assistant Camera: A. Andrianov, R. Ruvinov, P. Sudilin

Sets: E. Korablev

Special Effects: V. Sevostyanov, P. Safonov

Historical Advisers: V. Pashuto, S. Yamshchikov and M. Mertsalova

State Film Orchestra and All-Union Radio Chorus Conducted by Viachesalov Ovchinnikov

Producer: T. Ogorodnikova

Andrei Rublev: Anatoly Solonitsin, Kirill: Lvan Lapikov, Danil Chorny: Nikolai Grinko

Theophanes the Greek: Nikolai Sergeyev Durochka "Idiot Girl": Irma Raush

Boriska: Nikolai Burlyaev, The Grand Prince, and his brother: Yuri Nazarov

Supporting Cast

The Passion According to Andrei Part One

- Pull the rope. - This one?

- Arkhip, give me the strap. - Hold it.

Take it.

Look!

It's Yefim, isn't it?

- Come here and help. - Pull the rope.

- Hold on a second. - Come on, quick!

Where is it?

- Where is it? - Here.

Come on, fast.

Lift it.

Lord. Let it go right.

Untie it now.

The rope is tangled.

Hold it!

We won't have enough time.

I'm ready!

Archipushka! You try to hold them!

Just a second.

Come on!

Hold him, hold him!

I'm here. I'm here.

Cut the rope, man!

Cut the rope!

I'll show you, cut the rope!

My God!

Yefim!

- Where are you going? - Archipushka!

I'm flying! I'm flying!

Hey! Chase me! Chase me!

My God! What is it?

Archipushka!

THE JESTER Summer 1400

Danil!

Danil!

Danil! The Father told you to go back!

There is no one to paint the icons.

For God's sake!

It's no business of yours.

You will be sorry for that. You will come begging on your knees.

But the Father will not forgive you.

Come on. You never know.

We shall see.

It's not good.

What?

That we are leaving Troitsa.

It's a shame.

Aren't there enough painters in Moscow without us, Danil?

We'll find some sort of work.

All this is right, but it's a pity that...

I passed this birch every day and never noticed it.

When you know you'll never see it again, it means something.

It's been ten years. Nine for you, but ten for me.

No, seven for me, nine for you.

- It's raining. - Come on here.

Let's go. We will not melt.

The jesters were walking. Drunk on mead and beer...

... when they met their master, the Boyar...

... and they sang, to greet him:

O master. O Boyar...

... everything is ready in the kitchen!

The Boyar's plump wife is a choosy trollop.

Mistress, open the door. The master's coming!

The Boyar yells: "Jesters are all thieves and drunkards!

"You should be whipped from Friday to Friday!"

"You goats and tramps, drown in your beer!

"Soon you will be impaled!"

The Jesters grabbed him between his navel and his knees.

They shaved his beard; what's a Boyar without his beard?

Any woman would rather he had a beard.

The Boyar yells, hops about like a flea.

He scurries home, raps on the window.

But his wife doesn't recognize his naked cheeks...

... with no beard to grab hold of.

She whacked him with a rolling pin.

What a disgrace!

"Cover your naked cheeks with your breeches.

"Clear off, beardless Boyar!"

He hobbled off, pursued by geese...

... and met a priest...

... who mistook him for a woman and dragged him into the bushes.

Without breeches...

... he looks the same at each end.

The woman saw a naked head...

... and grabbed it by the beard.

May we shelter from the storm?

Come in.

Do you want some beer? You are soaking wet.

Thank you, we don't imbibe.

And don't play around with women.

God sent priests, but the devil sent jesters.

The woman saw a head!

By the beard!

My woman might have been playing in the bushes.

I'll show you!

Come here, you.

What are you doing?

Give it back to him.

Where were you, Kirill?

Outside. Shall we go?

Danil, the rain's stopped; let's go.

Christ be with you, mistress.

THEOPH ANES THE GREEK Summer-Winter-Spring-Summer 1405-1406

I'm innocent!

Let me go!

Is anyone in here?

Have you come to look?

Yes, to look.

Then look. We'll soon be finished.

So you are Theophanes the Greek?

Why look at me? Look there.

Where are you from?

From Andronnikov Monastery.

From Andronnikov Monastery? Are you by chance Andrei Rublev?

No.

I've heard everyone praise this Rublev.

He's good, but not as good as this.

Such delicate colors.

Oh Lord, it's just...

Why did you stop praising me? Go on.

I can't. I can't find the right words.

Konstantin Kostechevsky was right when he said:

"Only with true insight...

"...can you grasp its essence."

Whereas Andrei... and I'll tell him to his face...

He's like my brother.

He's praised, it's true: He paints well. With subtlety.

But there's something lacking in all his work.

There's no awe, no faith...

...no faith that comes from the depths of his soul.

No simplicity.

As Epiphanius said in "The Life of Saint Sergeius":

"Simplicity, without gaudiness."

That is what this is. It's sacred.

Simplicity, without gaudiness... you can't say it better.

I see you are a wise man.

If so, is that a good thing?

If one is ignorant, isn't it better to be guided by one's heart?

In much wisdom there is much grief...

...and he who increases knowledge increases sorrow.

Proshka! Where is that oil?

Whose ears should I box?

It is as though the earth has swallowed everyone.

They say you paint quickly.

I cannot work any other way. I get bored.

I wasted a week on an icon once.

You threw it away?

No. I used the board to press cabbage.

It's all so boring.

I have pupils and assistants in abundance...

...but none of them is any good.

They can neither read nor write.

Listen, help me. Be my assistant.

Don't make fun of me.

I'm not making fun of you.

In spring, I must paint the Church of the Annunciation in Moscow...

...and I have no assistants to do it with.

The scaffolding is being built.

- Do you understand? - I do understand.

But I wouldn't be able to cope.

I'll teach you. You never prepared a wall for a fresco?

You've a brain; even these idiots can prepare a wall.

I said no and I mean no.

You know best...

...but mind you don't regret it; I am rancorous.

I may regret it, but it's a sin for you.

An unknown monk comes to you...

...and you like the fact that you can talk about books with him...

...and you decide to take him and favor him.

But I haven't looked at a book for three years and I don't want to.

- Why? - I have a different road.

Wicked bastards!

Where is Proshka? Where is Vikenty?

They ran to the square to see how they were going to kill the ruler.

Wicked bastards!

See?

And you don't want to help?

- I shall die soon. - You shouldn't say that.

The other night I dreamed of an angel.

He said: "Come with me."

I said: "I shall die soon, without you."

You won't change your mind, will you?

Only on one condition.

Whatever you want. Money? Half my fee, okay?

No. I'll work for nothing if you yourself...

...come to Andronnikov Monastery to fetch me.

Before the community, the metropolitan, ask me to help you...

...before the brotherhood, before Andrei Rublev.

Then I shall serve you like a slave...

...like a dog, until the day I die.

What is your name?

Kirill.

Orthodox Christians, lovers of truth.

How long will this torture go on, when will you end this?

You are thoughtless sinners, yet you judge.

You faithless heathens!

He has already seven times atoned for his sins...

... for both his sins and yours.

You are incredible sinners yourselves.

And you judge...

... but you don't have God with you.

Rejoice, O young man, in thy youth...

... and let thy heart cheer thee in the days of thy youth.

Walk in the ways of thine heart, and in the sight of thine eyes...

... but know that for all these...

... God will bring thee into judgment.

Remember now thy Creator in the days of thy youth...

... before the difficult days come...

... and the years draw nigh, when thou shalt say...

..."I have no pleasure in them."

Remember thy Creator...

... before the silver cord be loosed. Or the golden bowl be broken...

... or the pitcher shattered at the fountain...

... or the wheel broken at the well.

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 has he got to since this morning?

He took my gloves, then disappeared as though the earth swallowed him.

I have to chop wood and the logs are icy.

Why is your candle burning? It's daylight.

Did you feed my dog?

Did you ask me to?

What's the matter with you?

Go away.

The words of the wise are like goads, and the words of scholars...

... are like well-driven nails, given by one Shepherd.

And further, my son, you should stay away from these.

Of making many books there is no end...

... and much study is wearisome to the flesh.

Let us hear the conclusion of the whole matter...

Fear God and keep His commandments...

... for this is man's all.

A messenger has come!

Who has come? A messenger from Moscow has come.

A messenger has come from the Grand Prince.

- So? - So so!

A messenger from Theophanes the Greek.

The Grand Prince orders you to Moscow...

...to paint the Cathedral of the Annunciation, with Theophanes.

Is he really Andrei Rublev, this fellow?

Yes, he's Rublev... and I'm Kirill.

Theophanes the Greek says he wants you in Moscow...

...and he wishes to see you.

I thank Theophanes.

Tell him...

...that I'll come.

I'll come.

My head is splitting!

Bring my horse here.

What is wrong?

Choose whichever helpers you like and be ready tomorrow.

Is there a blacksmith here? If not, I'll fall off again.

There is a smithy outside, beyond the chapel.

Farewell, God-fearing people!

Semyon! Come here!

Come here and help us!

Why are you standing? Come here!

Let's go today, shall we, Danil?

Go quickly, before Theophanes changes his mind.

I'm not going.

Why aren't you going?

How can I manage without you?

As best you can.

I thought we'd go together.

Why did you think for me? I was not invited.

I can't do it without you.

You can; you agreed to go without asking me.

Theophanes simply beckoned.

Don't grieve; you're not the first, or the last.

Even without you there's plenty of work for me here.

Thank God for it.

Foma, Aleksei. Let's get ready.

Piotr, you're coming with me.

Did you forget something, Andrei?

I came to say farewell.

We've said farewell.

I came to say farewell, but...

It was hard for me before.

Then the devil created enmity between us.

I can't go away like this.

I must make confession.

Will you hear it?

I cannot do anything, Danil...

...after living so many years together in the same cell.

Apart from you, I have no one.

I see the world with your eyes.

I hear it with your ears...

...with your heart.

I am happy for you, you old fool.

If only you knew how happy.

Go to Moscow. Paint; I shall be proud of you.

The devil tempted me the other day too. Forgive me.

I'll come back, Danil.

Where are you going? What about Vespers?

I'll manage without you.

What's wrong with you today, Kirill?

I'm tired of lying. I'm going back into the secular world.

Why did we leave the Trinity Monastery?

Andrei, Danil, you are not saying anything.

Because the brothers valued profit higher than faith.

They forgot why they had entered a monastery. And now?

We sought to praise God with faith and work, but what's happened?

The monastery's become a bazaar.

Servant of God, how many souls did you trade in for monasticism?

Twenty or thirty?

And you ran after the Father Superior, bargaining.

For two meadows, or even one, you bought eternal salvation.

You don't need me to tell you, but you prefer to keep quiet.

Perhaps I would also tolerate all this loathsomeness if I had talent.

But what talent? Just a slight ability to paint icons.

God be praised that He gave me no talent.

I'm happy I'm untalented; I can be honest and pure before God.

You are taking sin upon your soul!

I'll tell you something else, brothers.

What do you want to tell us that we don't know already?

Do you know what happens to your sort? Speak! I won't get offended!

Well, I...

Get out, you dog!

Out of my sight, you serpent! Rejoin the secular world, slanderer!

Now do you see?

Kirill!

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 money changers...

"...and the seats of them that sold doves.

"And said unto them," it is written, "My house shall be called...

"...the house of prayer; but ye have made it a den of thieves."

For three years I was cleaning brushes for Danil...

...before he let me touch an icon.

And then only to clean it.

Don't you trust me?

You're always lying, Foma.

Yesterday your robe was sticky; where were you?

At the beehive.

But you said you were at the monastery.

Just look at yourself.

Put mud or something on your cheek...

...or you will swell, like a hog.

It's too late now, it's useless.

You're constantly making up stories.

I even think you have a disease.

Me? What disease?

There is a disease where a man lies without stopping.

Look, Foma.

Look, I say.

What?

You think you know everything so I'm not going to teach you any more.

Why should I learn?

Anyway, I will have to spend three years cleaning the brushes.

I'm sick and tired of you, Foma.

Go back to the monastery, go wherever you want.

I can't understand why I took you as a pupil.

You are always like that. First you say one thing then another.

You yourself told Theophanes I was perceptive.

You were different then; you worked, you didn't lie.

And do you know what Theophanes said?

"What does it matter if he's perceptive?"

Whatever Theophanes has said...

...I can see blue colors better than anyone else.

You eat too much; how can you paint with a bloated stomach?

When your stomach's rumbling, how can your mind work?

The rumbling is the only sound you hear.

You're lucky, Foma. For you, everything is simple.

If you are not painting, you are sleeping or fooling around.

But only by prayer can the soul transcend the flesh.

Would you go to learn from another teacher instead of me?

Why not, if you tell me to go?

Come on, come on. Don't be angry.

What's that?

So you've decided to put the apostle on the left, Andrei.

Did you take the glue off the fire?

Did you take the glue off the fire?

Perceptive is he?

He should be beaten every Saturday, like a dog.

You're obstinate, Andrei.

How did you see so much? Everyone else is thinking only of himself.

I saw it, Theophanes.

The women of Moscow gave their hair to the Tatars.

What else could the poor creatures do?

Better to lose their hair than be tortured. Is that heroic?

It is.

It is true that Russian women are humiliated and unhappy.

It's not what I mean.

Tell me honestly, are the people ignorant or not?

Well, are they?

They're ignorant, but whose fault is that?

It's their own stupidity. Have you never sinned through ignorance?

Everyone has.

And I have too. God forgive us and make us better.

Well, never mind.

The Last Judgment is coming; we'll burn like candles.

Mark my words.

Each will accuse the other of his own sins, to defend himself.

Theophanes, how can you paint with such ideas, even accept praise?

I have become a hermit and lived in a cave.

I serve God, not man.

As regards praise, what is praised today is abused tomorrow.

They will forget you, me, everything.

All is vanity and ashes. Worse things have been forgotten.

Humanity has already committed every stupidity and baseness...

...and now it only repeats them.

Everything is an eternal circle and it repeats and repeats itself.

If Jesus returned to earth, they would crucify him again.

Of course, if only evil is remembered...

...then you will never be happy in the sight of God.

Perhaps we must forget some things; but not all.

I don't know how to say it.

Then be quiet and listen to me.

You think that one can only do good alone?

Good. Remember the New Testament.

Jesus taught people in the temples...

...so why did they gather later? To kill him!

"Crucify him!" they shouted.

And the disciples? Judas sold Him. Peter denied Him.

They all ran away, yet they were the best.

But they repented.

That was afterwards, when it was too late.

It's never too late to repent.

Of course, people do evil.

But you can not blame them altogether.

It's difficult...

... and sinful, I think.

Judas sold the Christ, and remember who bought him.

People.

And who accused Jesus?

The scribes and Pharisees...

... they could not find witnesses, however hard they tried.

"Who will testify against this innocent?"

Only later on they found the traitors.

Two were found immediately. Two, and not one.

There were only two.

The Pharisees were masters of deceit, educated.

They had studied to gain power...

... to take advantage of the people's ignorance.

We must remind people more often that they are people.

Russians, of the same blood, of the same land.

Evil is everywhere.

Someone will always sell you for thirty pieces of silver.

New misfortunes constantly befall the peasant...

... either Tatars three times an autumn, or famine, or plague...

... and he still keeps on working, working, working...

... meekly bearing his cross.

He does not despair, he is silent and patient.

He only prays to God for enough strength.

How could God not forgive him his ignorance?

You know yourself. You're tired and discouraged...

... and suddenly...

... in the crowd you meet a human glance...

... and everything's lighter, as it is after Communion.

Isn't it so?

You just spoke of Jesus.

Perhaps He was born and crucified to reconcile God and man.

Jesus came from God, so He is all-powerful.

And if He died on the cross, it was predetermined...

... and His crucifixion and death were God's will.

That would have aroused hatred not in those who crucified Him...

... but in those who loved Him...

... if they had been near Him at that moment...

... because they loved Him as a man only.

But if He, of His own will, left them...

... He displayed injustice, or even cruelty.

Maybe those who crucified Him loved Him...

... because they helped in this divine plan.

Do you understand what you are saying?

They'll exile you to the north, man, to renovate the icons.

Am I not right? You too always say what you think.

But I'm not a monk; I'm free.

THE HOLID AY Spring 1408

Sergei, over here!

Light the fire.

Foma, let's get some logs.

Piotr has probably never seen...

...either Assumption Cathedral or Saint Dmitry Cathedral.

Never mind, he will begin working, and understand things.

Foma! Where are you?

We won't be on time.

It's okay, we'll be there tomorrow.

No. We'll never finish the Cathedral of the Assumption by winter.

It's almost June, Andrei.

What is it?

Quiet! Do you hear it?

Nightingales?

Nothing else?

Come on.

- What is it? - Come on.

They're practicing witchcraft.

Where are you going?

Come to me.

Hold on.

Come to me.

Darling.

Take your hand away.

There is an anthill.

Anthill?

Anthill.

- Who is this? - I don't know.

Let's go.

It seemed to me...

...as if a black snake was hiding himself.

What are you doing?

Let me go!

We'll let you go.

At dawn, we'll hang a stone around your neck, to help you swim.

Heaven's fire will consume you! The Last Judgment awaits!

Now we'll tie you to this cross...

...like Jesus Christ.

What are you doing, men? You can't do this to me.

This is a sin. At least hang me upside-down.

Men, brothers!

Leave him here for the night, unless he ascends again.

He's not going anywhere.

- And who is this? - Marfa.

Why did you want to be head down? It would have been worse.

Why did you threaten us with fire from heaven?

It is a sin to go naked and do what you do.

What sin? Tonight is for lovemaking; is love a sin?

Is it love to tie a man up like this?

You might call the monks...

...who would force us to accept your faith.

Do you think it's easy to live in fear?

You live in fear because you know no love but bestial love.

Carnality without soul; but love should be brotherly.

Isn't all love the same? It's just love.

What are you doing?

Untie me.

Why are you looking at me?

Where were you?

Thank God.

Are these the people?

No, these are strangers. Don't you see it?

There is some onion, if you want it.

Where were you?

These forests are impenetrable; I'm all scratched.

The local people like it. They are accustomed to it.

For people, everything is a matter of custom.

Old people don't need to think...

...for their days pass according to custom.

But perhaps they consciously enjoy the way the days drag on.

- Couldn't you get here before? - No. I couldn't.

That is your sin, your conscience, your prayers.

Get him, and her!

Why are they doing that?

Because the accursed pagans don't believe in one God.

Don't look, Sergei. There is nothing to look at.

Let me go!

- Let me go! - You can't see that!

Kick him so he shuts up!

Go, go! Don't dawdle!

Help, Fyodor! Help!

Fyodor!

Can't you deal with a woman?

Stop!

Hold her!

Marfa, run!

Catch her!

- Where are you going? - She will drown herself!

Marfa! Run, Marfa!

Swim, Marfa!

THE LAST JUDGMENT Summer 1408

Come here!

He's just wasting materials.

Who needs it?

Foma!

- What do you want? - Can I go for a swim?

- No, you can't. - It's hot!

Don't be lying. It's not.

Maybe he's really hot. I'm hot too.

Of course, you are working and he is sitting.

Let him go swim.

Don't spoil him.

Let him be sitting with everyone.

You shut up!

You sleep all day long like a log...

...and you come down only to eat and go to the bathroom.

And have you found a job for me?

- You have found what you wanted. - So what?

Since everyone is sitting here, let Serezhka be sitting with us too.

If you had let him go, he would have been back already.

Give him freedom...

...and he will sit in the water until he turns blue.

He only thinks that it's hot...

...and that's why he is whining. - He's not whining, you are.

It was me.

I was the first to say it's hot, and not Sergei.

Why are you picking on Sergei?

That's it!

You want to go swimming, go!

Go! Why are you sitting?

Go, go!

Here! You see?

Wait! Wait!

Where's Andrei?

Not here? This is a fine state of affairs.

I was at our bishop's house just now.

Such a fuss. Yelling!

He was purple with rage. "I've lost patience!" he cried.

He meant you. All of you.

"For two whole months," he said, "everything has been ready.

"But they haven't started yet.

"Nothing is ready; they asked for so much money, but do nothing.

"None of them is working and nothing is ready."

Did you ask for a lot of money?

How do I know?

He said, " I don't care. Danil Chorny or Andrei Rublev...

"...it's all the same to me."

"It's all the same."

And he pulled a face like this.

"What do I care about Andrei Rublev?

"B y autumn," he says...

"...I want the cathedral painted, and that's that!"

He's sent a courier with a complaint to the Grand Prince.

He's sent a courier to the Grand Prince.

It's a complaint about you, you know.

You haven't started yet.

You'd better hurry up. Where's Andrei?

He's gone somewhere again.

Can't you start without him?

Go on, start without him.

Why are you smirking? There are so many of you.

If he can't make his mind up, can't one of you?

Two heads are better than one.

Where is Andrei?

I can't go on like that.

Answer me: Yes or no?

Yes or no? Wasn't everything decided in Moscow?

To the smallest detail; the Prince said everything was in order.

What is not clear? What have we been discussing for two months?

Explain it to me. I may be old, I may have lost my wits.

The Last Judgment; either you accept the task and paint it...

...or you refuse the commission.

And if we really refused? If we went back, Danil?

How shall I face people? I should die of shame.

We're wasting such good time. This heat, no rain.

We could have finished the cupola and the columns.

How wonderfully they could have been done...

...how brightly, and beautifully.

On the right, the sinners...

...boiling in pitch, painted to make your flesh crawl.

I have thought of a great devil, with smoke from his nose and eyes.

- It's not the smoke that matters. - Then what matters?

I don't know.

- Why aren't you looking at me? - Because I can't.

I can't paint all that; it disgusts me.

I don't want to terrify people. Understand me, Danil.

Collect yourself! Listen! It's the Last Judgment!

I didn't invent it.

I can't do it. Do as you will, but I can't.

Why didn't you speak earlier, in Moscow?

You shouldn't have agreed.

This is dishonest.

I am what I am. You couldn't teach me integrity.

I don't know what to paint.

What do you mean, you don't know?

We were ordered to paint the Last Judgment.

You see...

...I think it will be better...

...if we don't paint the Last Judgment at all.

What do you mean?

You know.

I want...

I don't want anything.

- Nothing. - That's it.

Well, I'm leaving.

This is no work for me.

Thanks for your kindness and your slaps; I learned something.

But now I'm going to work for myself.

They've asked me to paint a church at Pafnutievo.

Not a great honor, but it's still an honor.

I'm going to paint the Last Judgment.

Who will come with me?

Well, then, stay...

...but don't complain later.

When I was a child...

... I spake as a child, I understood as a child, I thought as a child...

... but when I became a man, I put away childish things.

For now we see through a glass, darkly...

... but then face to face...

... now I know in part...

... but then shall I know...

... even as also I am known.

And now abideth...

... faith, hope, and charity...

... but the greatest of these is charity.

Though I speak with the tongues of men and of angels...

... and have not charity...

... I am become as sounding brass, or a tinkling cymbal.

And though I have the gift of prophecy...

... and understand all mysteries, and all knowledge...

... and though I have all faith, so that I could remove mountains...

... and have not charity, I am nothing.

And though I bestow all my goods to feed the poor...

... and though I give my body to be burned, and have not charity...

... it profiteth me nothing.

Charity suffereth long, and is kind; charity envieth not...

... charity vaunteth not itself, is not puffed up...

... doth not behave itself unseemly...

... seeketh not her own, is not easily provoked, thinketh no evil...

... rejoiceth not in iniquity, but rejoiceth in the truth...

... beareth all things...

... believeth all things, hopeth all things, endureth all things.

Charity never faileth...

...but whether there be prophecies, they shall fail...

...whether there be tongues, they shall cease...

...whether there be knowledge, it shall vanish away.

For we know in part...

Princess, is that nice?

It's sinful to splash milk.

Such a naughtiness.

- Why is it sinful? - Because... wipe it off.

But it will dry by itself in a minute.

Let's walk by the stream.

Let me go, Stepan, or I'll send you to the stables.

How do you like it?

I couldn't imagine it better. It's light, beautiful.

It's light.

Take her out. Her nurses have spoiled her.

I say!

No one can build a mansion better than us.

Who could paint like that?

Look at the carving.

Only Mitiai can do this directly, without tracing.

It's like a bird singing.

Look. Maybe it is like a bird singing.

I don't care. I can sleep on the hay. You are the Grand Prince.

Don't you like it?

I'll tell you this. It should be repainted.

Walls, ceiling, everything: Brighter, stronger colors.

I've been in this trade for forty years.

It's not the years that matter...

...but your ability to glorify the Grand Prince with your work.

That's enough. Go.

We won't redo anything.

It's time to go. We have another job.

They are waiting for us in Z venigorod.

Where?

At your brother's. They have the stone already.

A beautiful stone. Whiter than this.

When your brother came at Easter...

...we made a deal and he said: " Do what you like, whatever the cost.

"I'll tax the peasants more, just build me the best mansion possible."

Then go to Z venigorod.

Here, I have brought it.

When I looked at the Prince, he became numb.

- When I mentioned Z venigorod? - Yes, he became paralyzed.

He fears his brother will outshine him.

- Who carved that? - I did.

Why didn't you set it in the wall?

It didn't come out right.

Pity; it's rather good.

Everything crumbles: I told the Prince to spare no expense on the stone.

Maybe now he's sorry when he heard about Z venigorod.

I could have carved beautiful things for him.

Come on, you ass!

Where's Stepan?

Where did Stepan gallop to?

He went to Z venigorod with the others.

I've dirtied my hands.

We'll build another mansion just as good for the Prince's brother.

Will the stone be better there?

Yes, it will.

Look, the Captain of the Guard.

Hold on, old man.

You, ass! Help him! In the bushes!

Where's my whip?

Has anyone seen my whip?

Damn. I've lost it. Have you seen my whip, ass?

- Seryoga. - What?

Read the Scriptures.

From where?

From wherever you like.

"Lmitate me, just as I also imitate Christ.

"Now I praise you, brethren, that ye remember me in all things...

"...and keep the ordinances as I delivered them to you.

"But I would have you know, that the head of every man is Christ...

"...and the head of the woman is the man...

"...and the head of Christ is God.

"Every man praying or prophesying, having his head covered...

"...dishonoreth his head. But every woman that prayeth or prophesieth...

"...with her head uncovered, 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 shame for a woman to be shorn or shaven...

"...let her be covered.

"For a man ought not to cover his head...

"...forasmuch as 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 the woman...

"...neither the woman without the man, in the Lord."

Go on reading.

"For as the woman is of the man, even so is the man...

"...also by the woman; but all things of God.

"Judge in yourselves: Is it comely...

"...that a woman pray unto God uncovered?

"Doth not even nature itself teach you that, if a man have long hair...

"...it is a shame unto him?

"But if a woman have long hair, it is a glory to her...

"...for her hair is given her for..."

Why have you stopped? Read.

"But if a woman have long hair, it is a glory for her...

"But if any man seem to be contentious...

"But if any man seem to be contentious...

"...we have no such custom...

"...neither the Churches of God.

"Now in this that I declare unto you I praise you not...

"...that ye come together not for the better...

"...but for the worse."

Danil, listen.

It's a feast.

It's a feast, Danil, and you are saying...

They are not sinners...

She is not a sinner, even if she does not wear a scarf.

She is not a sinner.

Leave him alone. Let God's servant repent.