Solyaris

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MOSFILM:

NATALYA BONDARCHUK

DONATAS BANIONIS

YURI YARVE:

VLADISLAV DVORZHETSKY

NIKOLAI GRINKO:

ANATOLY SOLONITSYN

IN THE FILM:

SOLARIS:

Based on the Science Fiction Novel by

STANISLAW LEM:

Screenplay by

F. GORENSHTEIN, A. TARKOVSKY

Directed by

ANDREl TARKOVSKY

Cinematographer

VADIM YUSOV:

Production Designer

MIKHAIL ROMADIN:

Music

EDUARD ARTEMYEV:

Sound

SEMYON LITVINOV:

SOLARIS:

Part One

Kris, come here!

You're just in time.

He takes a walk every morning

for at least an hour.

I forbade him to come back earlier.

He's had a lot of work,

sometimes staying up all night.

These Solarists!

He reminds me of a bookkeeper,

preparing his accounts.

We expected you yesterday.

He wanted to run away

when he saw me.

Hello.

Hello.

I probably shouldn't have

bothered you today.

How old you and I have become.

I've only just realized that.

What are you apologizing for?

Does he understand

that everything depends

on his first report

from the station?

Everything we've received so far

has been confusing or incomprehensible.

If he confirms that the work

can't continue for some reason,

the station can be taken

out of Solaris' orbit.

He understands.

You promised to talk to him.

I brought the film.

That's what I came here for.

- Yes, of course.

Can the boy stay with you

for a few days?

I have a lot to do

and no one to leave him with.

Anna will look after him.

She'll have more free time now.

When does he leave?

He'll be gone by tomorrow morning.

It's so pleasant here.

This house reminds me

of my grandfather's house.

I really liked it.

So we decided

to build one just like it.

I don't like innovation.

I'd better get going.

I have a lot to do.

Don't you want to see this?

I've already seen it many times.

On the 21st day of our expedition,

radiobiologist Vishyakov

and physicist Fekhner

went on an exploratory flight

overthe Solaris Ocean in a hydroplane.

When they failed to return after

The fog was thick and we were forced

to call the search off.

All of the rescue craft

returned to the station

except forthe helicopter

operated by Burton.

Burton returned an hourafterdark.

Once out ofthe helicopter,

he ran to his quarters.

He was in a state of shock.

This was highly unusual

for a man with 11 years

of experience flying in space.

He recovered in a couple of days,

but he would never leave the station

and refused to approach the window

overlooking the Ocean.

Later he wrote to us from the clinic.

He was preparing a statement

of great importance,

one that would decide

the fate of Solaristics.

Excellent.

Let's hear what he has to say.

At this time,

let us give the floor to Burton.

Thank you.

When I first descended

below 300 meters,

I had trouble maintaining altitude.

There was a strong wind.

All of my attention went towards

operating the ship.

I did not look out of the cabin.

As a result, I wound up in a fog.

- Was it an ordinary fog?

Of course not.

It seemed to be colloidal and viscous.

It coated all of the windows.

Because of the fog's resistance,

I began to lose altitude.

I couldn't see the sun,

but the fog glowed red

in its direction.

After half an hour

I came out into a large, open space.

It was almost round,

a few hundred meters across.

At that point,

I noticed a change in the Ocean.

The waves disappeared.

The surface became almost transparent,

with clouded patches.

Yellow sludge gathered beneath it.

It rose up in thin strips

and sparkled like glass.

Then it began to seethe,

boil and harden.

It looked like molasses.

This sludge or slime

gathered into large lumps

and slowly formed

different shapes.

I was being drawn into the fog,

so I had to struggle

against this forsome time.

When I looked down again,

I saw a sort of garden.

A garden?

Attention, please.

I saw shrubs, hedges,

acacia trees, little paths.

Everything was made

of the same substance.

Did these trees and plants

have leaves?

These shrubs and acacias?

No, I already said they were all made

of plaster, but life-sized.

Then everything began

to crack and break.

Yellow sludge poured out ofthe fissures.

Everything began to boil even harder,

and foam appeared.

You can see for yourselves.

I used a camera from time to time.

Everything I saw before and after

should be on film.

Then I propose we interrupt

these discussions

and see everything with our own eyes.

All right, show us your film.

This is very interesting.

Is that it?

That's all of your film?

Yes, that's everything.

But we don't understand.

You filmed clouds.

Why did you film clouds?

That must be the fog

I told you about.

I wasn't expecting this.

All of this could be the result

of Solaris' biomagnetic current

acting on Burton's consciousness.

We now know the current is not only

a gigantic cerebral system,

but a substance capable

of thought processes.

That hypothesis is questionable.

Were you feeling sick that day?

The next part is meaningless.

Let's pick up here.

I discovered something floating

in one of the openings.

It looked like Fechner's space suit.

Its shape was that of a person.

I turned around-

I didn't want to lose sight of that spot.

At that moment,

the figure rose slightly,

as if it were swimming

or treading the waves.

This person had no space suit,

and he was moving.

I don't understand. "Person"?

Yes, person.

Just a minute.

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