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We've arrived. I stopped here so we could stretch our legs

It's a marvelous painting

I cried the first time I saw it

This light reminds me of the autumn in Moscow

Come on. -I don't want to

I'll wait for you inside. -I don't want to!

"I'm tired of seeing these sickeningly beautiful sights"

"l want nothing more just for myself"

"That's enough"

Have you come to pray for a baby too? Or to be spared them?

I'm just looking

If there are any casual onlookers

who aren't supplicants

then nothing happens

What is supposed to happen?

Whatever you like, whatever you need most

But you should at least kneel down

I can't. -They're used to it

They're used to it

They have faith. -Probably

Can I ask you something?

Why do you think

it's only the women who pray so much?

You're asking me?

You see so many women here

I'm only the sacristan

But you must wonder why women are more devout than men

You should know

Because you're a woman?

No, I've never understood these things

I'm a simple man

But I think

a woman is meant to have children

to raise them

with patience

and self-sacrifice

That's all she's meant for?

I don't know. -Thank you

You've been a great help

You asked what I thought

You want to be happy

There are more important things

Wait!

Pitiful Mother, merciful Mother

Painful Mother, tormented Mother

Merciful Mother, compassionate Mother

Anxious Mother, blessed Mother

Loving Mother, bright Mother

Mortified Mother, holy Mother

Painful Mother, proud Mother

lnspired Mother, bright Mother

Mother of all mothers, who knows the pain of being a mother

Mother of all mothers, who knows the joy of being a mother

Mother of all children, who knows the joy of having a child

Mother of all children, who knows the pain of not having a child

Mother who understands all, help your daughter to become a mother

I just don't understand you

You go on and on about the Madonna of Childbirth!

We drive halfway across ltaly in the fog

And you don't go in to see her

What are you reading?

Arseni Tarkovsky's poems

In Russian?

It's a translation

Quite a good one

Throw it away

Why?

The translator's a very good poet

Poetry is untranslatable, like the whole of art

You may be right that poetry is untranslatable

But music?

What is it?

Oriental music

But how could we have got to know

Tolstoy, Pushkin

and so understand Russia?

None of you understand Russia

Nor you ltaly then

If Dante, Petrarch and Machiavelli don't help

It's impossible for us poor devils

How can we get to know each other?

By abolishing the frontiers

Which?

Between states

Hello

You know a maid in Milan set fire to the house?

Which house? -Her employers' house

She missed her home and family down South

So she burned the thing that stopped her going back

Why did your musician, Sosnovsky

go back to Russia if he knew he'd be a slave again?

Why won't you confide in me?

Read this. You'll understand

What?

The letter from the Bologna Conservatory?

Yes. Was Sosnovsky

successful when he returned to Russia?

Was he happy?

He started drinking

and then...

He committed suicide? -Exactly

I'm sorry, I was asleep

Do you have any identification?

I'll go and get the keys

Those aren't the other hotel keys, I hope?

No, they're to my house

Here's your key

It's our best room

Good night, Andrei

Your room is on the next floor

It's nice here

The countryside's pretty too

There's the river, the mushrooms

People keep coming back, they often fall in love here

You and your boyfriend will like it

He's not my boyfriend

Go on, he's sad because he's in love

No, his mind's on other things

Did you knock? -I hadn't yet

Do you want to call Moscow?

You haven't talked to your wife for 2 days

No, thanks

One, two, three

Andrei

Andrei, get up. we'll be eating soon!

I'll be downstairs. It's lovely here

St. Catherine used to come too!

I'm coming

What does this Russian do?

He's a poet. -What's he writing?

A biography of a Russian musician

In ltaly? -This musician studied in Bologna

and came to these baths

When? -At the end of the 1700s

Was it Tchaikovsky?

No, his name was Sosnovsky

Didn't he marry a local woman?

No, he was in love with a Russian slave and died for her

What's the hurry?

Does your poet like ltaly?

Too much so

What's this strange music we keep hearing day in and day out?

Wonderful music! Beats Verdi any time

Hands off Verdi. This is Chinese stuff

A different civilization with no sentimental wails

Voice of God, of nature

Pretend they're not there

Just go on your way

It's gotten into my mouth. Move slowly

What does it taste like? -It's a liquid sulfur!

So it's good for the skin. -Disgusting!

I'm fine. I'm falling asleep

In the 60s a drowned body was found here

Don't talk about it otherwise I get scared

In the war I've seen thousands of dead soldiers

Now listen, it's never too late to learn

whatever happens, don't interfere

Have you heard their talk, what they're interested in?

You've got to be different

You know why they're in the water?

They want to live forever

Look who's here!

Look at them!

My cigar's gone out, anyone got a light?

Why do they make fun of him?

He shut himself up in the house with his family

for 7 years to wait for the end of the world

A religious fit, they say

Nonsense

He was jealous of his wife

Later she ran off with the children

Jealous my foot, he's nuts

That's not it, he was just scared

Scared of what?

Everything

You're wrong, he's a man of great faith

And how, he kept his family locked up for 7 years!

When they broke down the door

his kid shot out like a rat and he chased after him

We thought he wanted to kill him!

Here's the Russian poet!

Miss, I don't smoke but could I have a cigarette?

Of course, as you don't smoke

It's gone out. -So it has

Thank you

Never forget what he said to her

He who?

And her?

Saint Catherine!

So what did God say to St. Catherine?

"You are she who is not"

"but I am he who is"

Did you hear that?

Bravo, Domenico!

Did he speak to St. Catherine himself?

Don't tease him

Domenico has a degree!

In what?

What is "faith"?

Even your ltalian was better

when you first came

What does "faith" mean?

In Russian it's "vera"

Why do they say he's mad?

He's not mad. He has faith

There are lots of these lunatics at large in ltaly

Asylums have been closed down but the families won't have them

What is madness?

They're troublesome, inconvenient

we refuse to understand them

They're alone

But they're certainly closer to the truth

He has another fixation now

What?

He gets into the pool with a lighted candle

Everyone's afraid he wants to drown himself

so they throw him out and save him

I don't believe it

Ask them

Can we ask him to have lunch with us?

When? -Now!

Now - you don't know what time is it

What time is it? -It's 7 in the morning!

In the morning?

Does that man with the wet shoes come often?

It depends. Sometimes he does, sometimes he doesn't

Where does he live?

Up above Bagno Vignoni

In the square

What's so funny?

Andrei!

Stop!

Why?

You're prettier

in this light

I'm beginning to understand

What?

Why do you think he locked up his family for 7 years?

How should I know?

There he is

I've brought a famous Russian writer

My life is normal, there's nothing interesting about it

But we hear you had a lovely experience

I read about it too, in the papers

Tell him about it

It's not worth it

Maybe not, but this gentleman has come from Moscow

For me?

He's come a long way

What did he say? -He doesn't feel like talking

Try again, it's very important

Stop for a minute! -Go!

What's wrong? Have you offended him?

You've offended me!

He's crazy! It's not up to me whether he talks or not!

I'm going!

You try

you know a bit of ltalian

If you don't like the way I work

say so

But I'm a good translator

and I even improve on the original

I'm going back to Rome. Our trip's over

All right

Excuse me

I think I know why you did that

What? The bicycle?

Before, with your family

I'm tired

Where are you?

Come in!

Did you hear that? It's Beethoven!

One drop plus one drop

makes a bigger drop, not two

May l? -Smoke

When I don't know what to say I ask for a cigarette too

But I never learned to smoke

It's too hard

You have to learn

to not smoke, to do important things

Such as?

Some wine?

We need bigger ideas

What?

I was selfish

I wanted to save my family

Everyone must be saved, the whole world

How?

It's simple

You see the candle?

All right

Why do you say "all right"?

You're confusing me

You cross the water with the lighted candle

Which water?

The hot water

St. Catherine's pool

by the hotel

the steaming water

All right, when?

Now

I can't do it

I don't want

when I light the candle

and get into the water

they pull me out

They kick me out

And they shout, "You're crazy!!"

Get it?

All right. -All right?

It's all wrong!

Help me

Help me. -All right, but

Of course

The taxi's here for the Russian who's going to Bagno Vignoni

It's late

I must go

Thank you

Why me, of all people?

You've children? -Two, a girl and a boy

Is your wife pretty?

You know the Madonna of Childbirth?

By Piero della Francesca

She's like that but all black

Go with the candle

We're planning something big in Rome

Zoe!

Where are you?

Answer me!

I'm scared of being alone

I know what you're thinking, but that's enough now

It's wrong to keep thinking the same thing

What do you want?

Dad

Is this the end of the world?

Are we going?

Stand back!

They're letting them out! I knew they were in there

I used to listen in secret

The water had run out in my bathroom

Do you mind?

I thought you'd left

No, I'm still here

Good. -You don't look pleased

Look what he gave me

Who? -Domenico!

You're a funk!

Full of complexes

You're not free

You all seem to want freedom

but when you get it you don't know what to do with it

or what it is

That's enough

It must be this country, the air one breathes here

Because in Moscow I met some wonderful men

What are you all after? This?

Not you!

You're a kind of saint

You're interested in Madonnas

You're different!

One "intellectual" tried to keep me locked up!

Can't I ever meet the right man?

I don't mean you, you're the worst

But I swear I'll find my kind of man!

And I have, he's waiting for me in Rome

You dress badly too

And you're boring

You're the kind I'd sleep with

rather than explain why I don't feel like it

What are you saying?

Don't you see?

I found myself in a most embarrassing position!

I've had enough!

I can't take any more!

I'd like to sleep for 10 days

and wipe you out

Maybe there's nothing to wipe out because you don't exist

It's my problem

Why do I like idiots?

Men with no charm

I might look young but I know all about charm!

Go, go, please

You know

the night I met you

I dreamt that a soft worm with lots of legs

fell on my head

It stung me. It was poisonous

I kept shaking my head

until it fell off. I tried to squash it

before it reached the wardrobe

but it was no good I kept just missing it

I just couldn't

squash it. Since that night

I keep touching my hair

Thank God there's been nothing between us!

Just the thought makes me sick!

She's insane

Run back to your wife! Though you nearly betrayed her!

You're a pig!

Anything else?

Hypocrite!

We're going to listen to some music

What's going on? -Nothing, nothing

Oh God! Now the General and his Chinese music!

But you won't drive me away!

Dear Pyotr Nikolayevich

I've been in ltaly 2 years

very important ones

both for my profession and for my everyday life

Last night I had a bad dream

I had to stage an opera in the theater of My Lord the Count

The first act was set in a park full of statues

but they were naked men forced to stand motionless

And I was a statue too

I knew I would be harshly punished if I moved

because our lord and master was watching us

I could feel the cold rising from my marble pedestal

as the autumn leaves settled on my upraised arm

Yet I stood still

But when I sensed I could resist no longer

I awoke

I was afraid

For I knew it had been no dream but my reality

Yet I would die if I never returned to Russia

if I never again saw

my homeland

the birches, the air of my childhood

An affectionate greeting from your abandoned friend

Pavel Sosnovsky

Maria

Andrei!

As a child I fell ill from hunger and fear

I tear shreds of skin from my lips. In my memory

I lick traces of salt, of freshness

And still I walk

I sit on a doorstep, looking for warmth

I stagger deliriously as to the piper's tune

I was hot, I opened my collar and I lay down

The trumpets sounded. A light pierced my eyelids

High above the pavement mother flies, beckons with her hand

and flies away

Now beneath the apple-trees, I dream of a white hospital

As a child I fell ill

I must go and see Dad

I've a jacket in the wardrobe. It's been there three years

I'll wear it again when I'm home in Moscow

I never go anywhere, I never see anyone

What are you doing here? Don't be afraid

Don't be afraid of me. It's I who should be afraid of you

You could shoot me

Everyone shoots in ltaly

And there are too many ltalian shoes!

Dreadful!

Why does everyone buy them?

These are 10 years old. It's not important

All right!

You know of great romances

no kisses

nothing at all. Very pure!

Hence great

Feelings

unspoken feelings are unforgettable

Here it's like in Russia

I don't know why

You know

I don't speak ltalian well

Here's a story

A man saves another who was sinking into a slimy pond

thereby risking his own life

Now they are both lying on the edge of the pound

out of breath, exhausted

The rescued man says:. "Idiot"

"Why did you do that? I live in there!!"

He was offended

What's your name?

Angela, good girl

Are you glad?

About what?

About life

Yes

Good girl

Sight grows dim, my strength

is two occult, adamantine darts

Hearing weavers for my father's house breathes distant thunder

The tissues of hard muscles weaken

like hoary oxen at the plough

and no longer when night falls

do two wings gleam behind me

During the party, like a candle I wasted away

Gather up at dawn my melted wax

and read in it whom to mourn, what to be proud of

How, by donating the last portion of joy

to die lightly

and in the shelter of a makeshift roof

to light up posthumously, like a word

Why must I think of this?

I have enough worries

My God, why did I do it?

They're my children, my family, my own flesh and blood

How could l?

Years without seeing the sun, fearing the light of day!

Why?

Why this tragedy?

Lord, do you see how he's asking?

Say something to him

But what would happen if He heard my voice?

Let Him feel your presence

I always do, but He's not aware of it

I'll bring the car around in 10 minutes

Mr. Gorchakov, phone call for you

For me?

Please wait

Hello?

It's Eugenia

How are you?

Fine

Guess why I called?

Your Domenico is here, the lunatic from Bagno Vignoni

No, I know he's not mad

It was so you'd understand

He's here in Rome for a demonstration

He's been making speeches for 3 days

Come and say goodbye to him

I'm leaving, immediately

He keeps asking if you've done what you were supposed to do

Of course

I'll tell him right away

Thank you

I'm glad we could say goodbye

I'm going away with Vittorio

We'll probably go to lndia

Vittorio's my man

he's from a distinguished family in Orvieto

Good, Eugenia, I wish you all the best

Same to you. Say hello to Moscow for me

How are you keeping?

How's your heart?

I don't know, I've reached the limit

I'm bored

I want to go home

Hello, Vittorio

I'm going to buy some cigarettes

I want to change my ticket, I'm leaving in 2 days' time

What's happened?

Nothing

Can you drive me to Bagno Vignoni?

When? -Now

I'll have to let ltaly-USSR know

I wait, right? -Right

Trust him not to leave today

What ancestor speaks in me?

I can't leave simultaneously

in my head and in my body

That's why I can't be just one person

I can feel myself countless things at once

There are no great masters left. That's the real evil of our time

The heart's path is covered in shadow

We must listen to the voices that seem useless

In brains full of long sewage pipes

of school wall, tarmac and welfare papers

the buzzing of insects must enter

We must fill the eyes and ears of all of us

with things that are the beginning of a great dream

Someone must shout that we'll build the pyramids

It doesn't matter if we don't!

We must fuel that wish

and stretch the corners of the soul

like an endless sheet

If you want the world to go forward

we must hold hands

we must mix the so-called healthy

with the so-called sick

You healthy ones!

What does your health mean?

The eyes of all mankind are looking at the pit

into which we are plunging

Freedom is useless

if you don't have the courage to look us in the eye

to eat, drink

and sleep with us!

It's the so-called healthy

who have brought the world to the verge of ruin

Man, listen!

In you, water, fire

and then ashes

And the bones in the ashes

The bones and the ashes!

Wait for me in the car

Hello

Where am I when I'm not in reality

or in my imagination?

Here's my new pact:

it must be sunny at night

and snowy in August

Great things end

small things endure

Society must become united again

instead of so disjointed

Just look at nature and you'll see that life is simple

we must go back to where we were

to the point where you took the wrong turn

we must go back to the main foundations of life

without dirtying the water

What kind of world is this

if a madman tells you

you must be ashamed of yourselves!

Music now

Music!

I forgot this

O mother!

The air is that light thing

that moves around your head

and becomes clearer when you laugh

The music doesn't work!

Zoe! Zoe!

To the memory of my mother

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