Andrei Rublev

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MOSFILM:

Creative Association

of Writers and Cinematographers

ANDREI RUBLYOV:

Screenplay by

Andrei MIKHALKOV-KONCHALOVSKY

Andrei TARKOVSKY

Directed by

Andrei TARKOVSKY

Director of Photography

Vadim YUSOV

Production Designer

Ye. CHERNYAYEV

with participation of

I. NOVODERYOZHKIN, S. VORONKOV

Music by

Vyacheslav OVCHINNIKOV

Sound by

Inna ZELENTSOVA

Tatiana KAMENEVA

Andrei Rublyov

Anatoly SOLONITSYN

Kirill

Ivan LAPIKOV

Daniil Chorny

Nikolai GRINKO

Theophanes the Greek

Nikolai SERGEYEV

God's Fool - Irma RAUSCH

Boriska - Nikolai BURLYAEV

Grand Prince, Little Prince

Yuri NAZAROV

Yu. NIKULIN, R. BYKOV

N. GRABBE, M. KONONOV

S. KRYLOV

B. BEISHENALIYEV, B. MATYSIK

A. OBUKHOV, Volodya TITOV

ANDREI RUBLYOV:

Part One

Arkhip, give me the belt.

There you go.

Bring it up!

Oh God, I pray we make it.

Hurry up, untie it!

- Arkhip! Hold on a minute!

- Hurry, Yefim!

I'm here... here...

Wait...

Cut the rope, uncle!

Stick the brand into his mug!

I'm flying!

Yefim! What are you doing?

I'm flying!

Arkhip, I'm flying!

Hey, you! Catch me!

Oh, my God! What is it?!

Arkhipushka!!

BUFFOON:

Moscow is full of painters

even without us.

Don't worry, we'll find some job.

Sure. But it's still annoying that...

Yes. Take this birch-tree. Every day

you walked by, without noticing it.

But when you know

that you won't see it again...

Look at it, it's so beautiful!

- Sure thing, ten years.

- Nine.

- It's 9 for you, for me it's 10.

- No. For me it's 7, for you, 9.

Rain! Let's take cover here!

Come on! It's no big deal.

There went a buffoon breed,

They indulged in honey and mead.

They met a high-ranked boyar,

They met a one-eyed Tartar.

They amused him all along,

They honored him with a song.

Our boyar is a lucky devil,

His is a house of plentiful level.

His wife has a gorgeous body,

She may show it,

but not to everybody.

Good woman, open the door,

Your master is coming.

And the boyar, what a spunk!

Tried to make them funk.

All of you, buffoons,

Are drunks and thieves,

You're flogged and will be

's long as anybody breathes.

You vagabonding slime,

You'll die in your grime.

Soon all of your make

Will be burnt on the stake.

Rap! And he was grabbed

Somewhere between

his knee and his spleen.

The boyar used to have a beard.

Promptly, with a grin,

They shaved him clean.

And missing one's beard is wrong,

Because even women have beards

Where they belong.

The boyar whimpers and howls,

Hopping like a flea on the balls.

Even a goat has a beard.

I better go home to my endeared.

So he knocked on his window. Oh?

His wife would not recognize him, no.

She saw a face, bald and bare,

And failed to grab him by his hair.

She socked it to him with a pan. Bang!

So that he behaved, and not raved.

Shame and disgrace!

Better put pants on your face.

Look! Isn't it weird?

A boyar without his beard!

The boyar took to running and roaming,

After him the geese were swarming.

He ran with no luck,

Lame like a duck.

A priest on the road

Took him for a broad.

The priest, a horny stag,

Him to the bushes he dragged.

If you strip him of his pants

And look at his both ends,

There's no difference!

Which one is my mazard?

It's raining outside.

Can we wait here?

Come on in.

Want some mead?

You're dripping wet.

- Thank you. We don't drink.

- Nor of women we ever think.

A priest is God's doing,

a buffoon is the devil's.

What if my old woman goes

to the bushes, too?

Yours will be the first to go there.

Yours will be the first to go, anyway.

Come here!

- Where have you been?

- Just took a little walk.

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