"Mirror" movie script
Text/[Soviet Union] Ann Tarkovsky
Translation/Hu Rong
Author's home. The author's son Ignat turned on the TV switch to watch the live broadcast.
Orthodontist (outside the picture): What is your name? What about the father’s name and surname?
Patient (outside the painting, stuttering badly): My name is Zale,...
The doctor's office. The orthodontist sent the stuttering patient for hypnotherapy.
Patient (outside the painting, stuttering badly): ... Yuri Alexandrovich.
Orthodontist (outside the picture): Look there, Yura, please tell me, where are you from?
Patient (stuttering badly): I'm from Kharkiv.
Orthodontist (outside the picture): Where do you study?
Patient (stuttering badly): I am technical... I am studying in a technical school.
Orthodontist (outside the picture): Yura, we are treating you now, please look at me, just look at me.
Orthodontist: Look at my eyes, look at my eyes. Look forward. Now I turn around and focus all my attention on my hands. You will feel that my hand is pulling you back. Okay, let go of your hand. Yes, that's it, that's it. Okay, Yura, concentrate. From here, all the attention is focused on the hands, the hands become tense, and then tense, the hands tense a little bit more, you now concentrate all your eager desires for victory on one of your hands. The hands are tense and tense. Nervous, nervous, nervous again. Look at his fingers. The fingers are getting tighter. Now the attention shifted here, shifted to your fingers. Okay, look at the finger. The fingers tensed. Come on, Yura, concentrate. When I read three, you can't move your hands. Attention, one, two, three, the hand is not moving anymore. You can't move your hands. You want to move, but your hands can't move. It's very difficult for you to move a little. You can't move your hands. Now I cancel this state, you start to speak, just be loud, clear, natural, relaxed, don't be afraid of your own voice, don't be afraid of your own speaking ability. If you can speak like this now, you will be able to speak loudly and clearly for the rest of your life. Attention, look at me. When I say "three", I relax your hands and your ability to speak. One, two, three, say "I can speak" loudly and clearly, come on.
Patient: I can speak.
village. field. Mother sits on the rail of the fence and smokes. A person appeared in the distant field. The man walked around the bushes and walked towards his mother.
The author (outside the painting): The road passes through the Ignaceyevo from the station. Every summer, one kilometer away from the village where we lived before the war, it turns a bend, winding through the dense The oak forest stretches far into the distance, leading to Tomsino.
Mother took a deep breath of cigarette. A gust of wind slowly moved the bushes.
Author (outside the painting): Generally, we can recognize ourselves only when people appear behind the wide bushes. If he walks towards the house from the bush, then he is the father, if not, then he is not the father. That is to say, he will never come again.
The mother was sitting on the rail of the fence. A house can be seen deep in the woods.
A stranger approached her mother, talked to her, and tried her pulse. When the stranger asked to smoke, the mother turned around in the direction of the house.
Stranger: Please forgive me, girl, I'm going to Tomsino, am I going right?
Mother (outside the picture): You shouldn't walk around from the bush.
Stranger: Ah--, then, what is this?
Mother (outside the picture): ...what?
Stranger: Just... why are you sitting here?
Mother (outside the picture): I live here.
Stranger: Where? Do you live on a fence?
Mother (outside the picture): I don't understand what you are interested in. Is it the way to Tomsino or where I live.
Stranger: Oh one by one, there is a house here. Imagine that I took all the tools with me, but forgot the key. Can you find dianthus flowers here?
Mother (outside the picture): No. No, I don't have dianthus flowers.
Stranger (outside the picture): Why are you so nervous? Give me your hand, give it to me, I'm a doctor. You are hindering me, I can't get my pulse anymore.
Mother: How about I go and call my husband?
Stranger: You have no husbands. (Outside the picture) There is no ring. Where are the wedding rings? Although few people wear it nowadays, except for the elderly...Can I ask you for a cigarette?
The children-Alyosha and Marina-slept in a hammock. The stranger sat down beside his mother, the bar broke, and they fell to the ground. Mother was angry, she got up and walked aside. The stranger was still lying on the ground, looking at the green grass beside him seriously. He began to speak, then stood up.
Stranger: Why are you so melancholy? Ah? (Laugh)
Mother (outside the picture): I don't understand, why are you so happy?
Stranger: You know, it's very pleasant to fall down with an interesting lady. Did you know that I fell down just now, and here, these things... these grasses, bushes... You never thought... You never think plants can feel, be aware, or even understand? Trees, this hazel tree...
Mother: This is red poplar.
Wei Yi: This is not important. They don't go anywhere. It's just that we are in a hurry and say some vulgar things...
The stranger continued, and then he left. His mother watched him.
Stranger: It's all because we and nature don't trust each other. It's all because of a kind of mistrust, rush, or... because there is no time to think.
Mother (outside the picture): Listen to me, you have some...
Stranger: Yeah, yeah, I've heard about it. But it doesn’t matter, I’m a doctor.
Mother (outside the picture): What's going on in Ward 6?
Stranger: He thought of it out of thin air! Made up! (Outside the painting) Well, please come to our Tomsino...
Mother: Listen to me!
Stranger (outside the painting): Our place... is often even very happy.
Mother: You bleed!
The stranger walked on the field. He walked in the direction of Tomsino. got windy. He stopped.
Stranger: Where?
Mother (outside the picture): Behind the ears! the other side!
Stranger: ah one ah one ah! ...
The mother watched the stranger. The stranger is in the field. he's gone. The wind stopped.
The mother turned and walked towards the house.
Father (outside the picture): There are only you and me in this world. Every moment we meet, it is like celebrating the appearance of God. /You used to be so brave,/like a vertigo,/lighter than the wings of a bird. /You ran down the stairs, leading me—/disappeared in the moist lilac bushes...
village. Little Alyosha looked down thoughtfully. Then he turned his head to look at his mother and walked away. Aunt Dunya picked up the sleeping Marina from the kennel.
Father (outside the painting): ...into your own territory. /And on the side of the mirror,/The gift to me is the coming of night. /The door of the altar opened, and a naked human figure flashed out in the darkness. / I slowly leaned down, blindfolded, and I said to you: "Bless you". I know that this blessing is brave. You are asleep, and the lilac on the table touches you with the blue of the universe. /The eyelid being touched is still so quiet,/Your hands are warm. /The crystal surface of the river trembles, the mountains are breathing, /the dawn appears on the sea,/and you hold the crystal ball in your hands. / Almighty God! --you are mine. You wake up and transform the everyday words of human beings. As a result, the voice became thick and powerful. /Your words reveal a new meaning: the czar. /When layers of hard water, like sentry posts, /flowing between you and me, /So, basins, jars, everything in the world, / all changed, all ordinary things. /We don't know where we are being taken, cities, like mirages, are built miraculously, and then go out on both sides. /Mint grows under our feet,/Little birds accompany us on the journey, fishes jumping on the water...
Mother stood crying at the Zhuang window. Later, she took out a book from the chest of drawers and flipped through it. She was attracted by the shouting in the street, walked out of the house, and then came back to take the children.
Father (outside the painting): The world is turned upside down, / Destiny, like a madman holding a razor, / Pursuing us closely.
The children mumbled what they said.
Uncle Basha (outside the picture): Dunya! You, my goodness, Dunia!
Aunt Dunia (outside the picture): Oh, my goodness! Basha, what's the matter, Basha!
Mother: It's on fire. Just don't shout.
Marina: It's on fire.
Alyosha: Speak softly.
village. House and yard. The children ran out of the house and stood on the steps. Kranka ran past the house and ran towards Aunt Dunya. Aunt Dunya was standing in the courtyard. A straw shed was burning not far away.
Uncle Basha (outside the picture): (unclear) Hello, don't let me see you.
Aunt Dunya (outside the picture): Maybe this is not our Vecca? Maybe he is there? Maybe he was burning?
Uncle Basha (outside the picture): Where is Kraenka? Ah? Kranka, Kranka!
Kraenka (outside the picture): What's the matter?
The village. courtyard. Mother walked to the well and sat on the derrick. Uncle Basha ran towards the burning shed.
The dream room. Alyosha could not sit and listened carefully. Music starts.
A gust of wind moved the bushes. The music stops.
The dream room.
Alyosha got up and walked quietly to the door of another room.
Alyosha: Dad...
The wet room in the dream. The father poured water on the mother's head from a jug. The mother bent over and leaned over the basin.
Father is gone. The mother straightened up and stood in the middle of the room. Music starts.
The mud fell from the ceiling. The water trickled down the wall.
In the wet room, the mother was walking along the wall, and the water flowed from the wall to the ground.
The mother stopped and wrapped her hair in a turban. The music stops.
The wet room in the dream.
The glass of the frame shows the image of her mother Maria Nikolaevna's aging. She approached, stroking the splashed glass with her hand.
One hand put out the burning Songming.
The author's residence.
The phone rang. Someone walked past the house.
Author (outside the painting): Who is it?
Mother (outside the picture): Alexei?
Author (outside the painting): Hello, mom.
Mother (outside the picture): What's wrong with your voice? are you uncomfortable?
Author (outside the painting): No, it's nothing. Probably pharyngitis: I haven't spoken to anyone for three days. I even think that silence is a good thing. Talking can’t convey everything a person feels anyway. Words seem to be powerless. Do you know, how weird, I saw you in my dream just now. I seem to be a child...By the way, mom, when did my father leave us? Is it 1936 or 1937?
Mother (outside the painting): Let me tell you first, it was 1935. Let me ask you again, why are you asking this?
Author (outside the painting): What about fire? Yes, do you remember the time when the hay house caught fire in the village?
Mother (outside the painting): It was all in 1935...Come on, you made my head dizzy. What I want to tell you is, you know what, Liza is dead...
Author (outside the painting): Which Liza?
Mother (outside the painting): It's Liza. Yelizaveta Pavlovna! I worked in a printing factory with her. Well, it's Serpukhovka.
Author (outside the painting): ah one ah one ah, oh my goodness, when?
Mother (outside the picture): This morning, seven o'clock.
Author (outside the painting): But now... what time is it now? Really...what?
Mother (outside the picture): It's about six o'clock.
Author (outside the painting): In the morning? !
Mother (outside the picture): What's the matter with you? Of course it was at night.
Author (outside the painting): Listen to me, Mom, why do we always quarrel? Come on, in the final analysis, you forgive me, if I'm wrong...
The whistle of the factory.
A street near the printing house. early morning. Mother ran around a fence on the street.
Ticket seller (outside the picture): The printing house is here. Next stop, Serpukhovskaya Street.
The mother stopped and trimmed her hair.
Down the street, it rained heavily. Mother walked across the street and walked into the gate of the printing house.
Communication room. The doorman checked the mother's pass. Mother ran out of the communication room.
In the courtyard of the printing house. Mother walked through the yard under heavy rain, down the stairs, and walked through the inner courtyard of the printing house.
Printing house. Mother walked into the printing house, entered the proofreading room, and rushed to her own table. Only Mirachka was in the proofreading room. Mirachka greeted Yelizaveta Pavlovna. The three of them walked to the workshop together.
Mirachka: Hello, Maria Nikolaevna.
Mother: What about the big picture I saw yesterday?
Mirachka: I don't know... You know, I've only been here for a week... I'm just... Yelizaveta Pavlovna is here.
Yelizaveta Pavlovna: Marusia, what's the matter? What happened to yesterday's proof sheet? From the National Literature and Art Publishing House? Don't be neurotic!
Mother: I should look for it in the cabinet, or the typesetting workshop.
Mirachka (outside the picture): Of course, you put it there yourself.
Yelizaveta Pavlovna: It’s not bad luck, Martha...
Proofreading room, corridor. Mother, Yelizaveta Pavlovna and Mirachka came out of the proofreading room and hurriedly walked along the corridor to the workshop.
Yelizaveta Pavlovna: Martha!
Mirachka (crying): Oh my god, you know, this edition is...
Yelizaveta Pavlovna: Be quiet, Martha...
Mirachka: Oh, this version is...
Yelizaveta Pavlovna: Everything will be resolved smoothly, Martha...
Mirachka (crying): Oh...
Yelizaveta Pavlovna: There should be no errors in any layout.
Mirachka: Oh... (crying)
Yelizaveta Pavlovna: Stop crying, idiot.
Mirachka was still crying.
Printing workshop. Mother walked through the workshop.
Yelizaveta Pavlovna caught up with her and said something, but the rumbling in the workshop covered her voice and heard nothing.
Typesetting workshop. Mother walked into the workshop, Yelizaveta Pavlovna followed her. Mother took out the proof sheet from the cabinet and looked at it. Workshop director Ivan Gavrilovich walked to her side.
Ivan Gavrilovich: What happened?
Yelizaveta Pavlovna: No, no. It doesn't matter...
Mother: No, it's nothing, of course it doesn't matter. I just...want to see, maybe I was wrong, no, that is, I was right.
Yelizaveta Pavlovna: That's right, Martha, let's watch it again in order.
Mother: No, I will see for myself. It's better to let me see for myself.
Ivan Gavrilovich: It's very urgent, everyone is in a hurry, no one has time...Marusia!
Mother: You thought I was scared.
Ivan Gavrilovich: I understand, you are not afraid. Let others be afraid to go. Let's do it in the future, some people work, and some people are afraid...
Yelizaveta Pavlovna (asked the typewriter): Hello, what happened?
Typewriter: It's an accident... You know, it's been printing all night.
Mother leaned on the window sill to read the proof, and then put the proof back in the cupboard. Everyone's eyes followed her.
A white corridor.
Mother was walking in the corridor. When the mother walked by, Yelizaveta Pavlovna appeared at the end of the corridor.
Father (outside the painting): I am waiting for you, from early morning until evening, / they guessed, you won't come again. /Remember, what the weather was like at that time,/It was like on a holiday, I walked into the street without wearing a jacket. The sky is so gloomy today, and heavy rain is pouring in the middle of the night; /Raindrops run across the cold branches, /No speech suppression, no towel to wipe...
Proofreading room. Mother sat at the table and wept. Yelizaveta Pavlovna sat beside her. Ivan Gavrilovich walked in and put a bottle of alcohol on the table. Mother stood up and was going to take a shower.
Mother is still crying.
Yelizaveta Pavlovna (outside the picture): Yes. Martha, you know, nothing happened, right?
Yelizaveta Pavloshina: Is everything normal?
Mother: No... um, no, um... This could have been a terrible mistake, I am even embarrassed to tell you.
Yelizaveta Pavlovna: Then why are you crying?
Mother: I somehow seemed to be stabbed suddenly... I even saw how it was typeset and how it looked like that word.
Yelizaveta Pavlovna: What word? Come on, Martha?
Mother mumbled a few words quietly.
Yelizaveta Pavlovna (laughing): Really! OK!
Ivan Gavrilovich: This is alcohol, not much, but it is always useful. You are soaked all over. Look, who are you like... ugly.
Mother: Oh, really, my whole body is wet, my God! That's it. So I'm going to take a shower...I'm big, I'm going to take a shower...Where is the comb?
Yelizaveta Pavlovna sat there looking at her mother.
Yelizaveta Pavlovna: My God, do you know who you look like now?
Mother looked at Yelizaveta Pavlovna in surprise.
Mother: Who is it like?
Yelizaveta Pavlovna (outside the painting): Like Maria Timofyevna.
Mother: Which Maria Timofievna? (Mumbled a few words).
Yelizaveta Pavlovna took out the comb from the drawer and handed it to her mother.
Yelizaveta Pavlovna: Hey, here!
Mother (outside the picture): What "give"!
Yelizaveta Pavlovna: Didn't you look for a comb? Give!
The mother listened to Yelizaveta Pavlovna with a loss.
Mother: Listen to me, maybe you are finally normal, right? Which Maria Timofievna?
Yelizaveta Pavlovna (outside the painting): There used to be such a Maria Timofievna Lebiatkina. It is the sister of Captain Libyatkin and the wife of Nikolai Vsevolodovich Stavlogin.
Mother: Hmm...what are you talking about?
Yelizaveta Pavlovna (outside the picture): No, I just want to say that you are very similar to Libyatkina.
Mother: Okay then, even if it looks like it. How am I like her?
Yelizaveta Pavlovna continued. Ivan Gavrilovich is listening to them.
Yelizaveta Pavlovna: No, in short, Fedor Mikhailovich...
Yelizaveta Pavlovna (outside the picture): You seem to have nothing to say...
Mother (outside the picture): What did I "not say"?
Yelizaveta Pavlovna got up and walked to another table.
Yelizaveta Pavlovna: Libyatkin, bring water! Libyatkin, bring your shoes! The difference is that instead of bringing her water, her brother beat her up. But she thought that all of this was under her single-handed command...
Mother listened to Yelizaveta Pavlovna.
Mother: Don't play tricks. Explain to me, I don't understand.
Yelizaveta Pavlovna (outside the picture): My God...
Yelizaveta Pavlovna paced back and forth in the room and smoked.
Yelizaveta Pavlovna: Your whole life is this "bring water and shoes". what's the result?
Mother sobbed, then sat on the stool crying.
Yelizaveta Pavlovna (outside the painting): Is it to express independence? ! But you can't even move your finger. If something goes wrong, you either put on a pretence that it doesn't exist at all, or you pretend to be dismissive...you have a habit of cleanliness!
Mother: Who hit me? What nonsense are you talking about?
Yelizaveta Pavlovna (outside the picture): No, I just marvel at your ex-husband’s patience. I thought he should have run away long ago, and got away.
Mother: I don't understand. What does she want me to do?
Yelizaveta Pavlovna (outside the picture): When did you realize that it was your own fault? Never, no, this is simply amazing, you know, this situation is caused by your own hands. OMG! If you haven't pushed your trembling husband to your senseless liberation, then we think he was saved in time. And children, you directly caused their misfortune.
Mother took the wiper out of the drawer and walked out of the room. Yelizaveta Pavlovna followed her. Ivan Gavrilovic watched them both.
Mother: Don't pretend to be crazy.
Yelizaveta Pavlovna: Martha!
corridor. The mother walked in the corridor, then she turned into the bath and suffocated. Yelizaveta Pavlovna ran after her. Yelizaveta Pavlovna knocked on the bathroom door, but her mother refused to open it. So she went back to the proofreading room.
Yelizaveta Pavlovna: Martha! Martha! What happened to you! Martha! What happened to you? God bless!
Mother (outside the picture): Let me be quiet!
Yelizaveta Pavlovna: Half a lifetime has passed since the earthly days, but I was lost in the gloomy forest...
In the shower room, the mother is taking a shower. The water stopped suddenly. Mother burst into tears and laughed.
Mother: Oh, my God (muttered a few words).
Music starts.
The village. The thatched house was blazing with fire. The music stops.
The author's residence. The author's ex-wife Natalia is standing in front of the mirror, and she is listening to the author.
Author (outside the painting): Why did you forget? I always say you are like my mother.
Natalia: It seems that we broke up because of this. I was shocked again and found that Ignat looked more and more like you.
Author (outside the painting): Really? Why are they surprised and scared?
Natalia: Look, Alexei Alexandlovich, you and I have never been able to talk like people.
village. Aunt Dunia took away the sleeping Marina. Mother and Uncle Basha walked towards the house.
Author (outside the painting): Even when I remember my childhood and my mother, for some reason, my mother's face is always yours. Oh, by the way, I know why I feel sorry for you both. Pity you, and pity her.
Natalia (outside the picture): Why is it so pitiful?
The author's residence.
Ignat's figure was reflected in the mirror. He stood by the door of the house, holding a glass full of wine in his hand. Natalia leaned back against the wall to listen to the author, and then she walked to the window.
Author (outside the painting): Ignat, don't be stupid. Put the cup back.
Napelia: But neither you nor anyone can live a normal life.
Author (outside the painting): Very possible.
Natalia: Don't be angry. You do not know why you always think that the fact of your existence should make all people happy.
Author (outside the painting): Yes.
Natalia: You just ask others.
Author (outside the painting): Well, maybe this is because I was trained by a woman. If you don't want Ignat to be like me, then you can get married.
Natalia: Who do you marry?
Author (outside the painting): I don't know who to marry. Or you give me Ignat.
Natalia: Why are you still different from your mother? You know, you were wrong.
Author (outside the painting): Me? wrong? Ha ha! What's wrong? Is it because she firmly believes that she knows better than me how I should live? Or is it because she can finally make me a happy person?
Natalia: You? happiness?
Author (outside the painting): Well, in a nutshell, my feelings about me and my mother are always sharper than your observation.
Natalia: What, what, what? What do you feel sharp?
Author (outside the painting): We are alienated from each other, but I can't do anything about this situation.
Spanish came from outside the painting.
The author's residence. Ignat stood at the door of the author's room with an apple. Then he walked through the corridor and walked into another door.
Spanish came from outside the painting.
In the author's room, there are a few Spaniards in the room. Among them are Ernesto and Cionisio.
Elnesto sat at the edge of the table and addressed the others. He is talking something in Spanish.
The author's residence. Natalia sat by the window. Then she turned back and walked towards the mirror.
There are Spanish words outside the painting.
Author (outside the painting): Listen to me, Natalya, please lead him away. He talked about Spain again. It's all obvious, and finally there was a big uproar (muttered a few words).
Natalia: Okay, come on. You see, I want to beg you for one thing. We are repairing a house there. Ignat would love to live with you for a week. what do you think?
Author (outside the painting): Of course, I am very willing. I'm gonna be happy.
Natalia smiled slightly.
Record shots. Spain. Bullfighting show.
Matador and bull.
Record shots. Spain. The bullfighter killed the bull.
The author's residence. The author's room. Ernesto is performing a bullfighter stabbing a bull.
Elnesto speaks Spanish.
Thomas the Spanish smoked a cigar. The match went out.
Natalia and Spaniard Angeli are sitting on the sofa. Natalia smiled and listened to El Nestor's story. Anheri acted as an interpreter for her.
Natalia: Anheri, what is he talking about?
Angeli (outside the painting): He is performing the famous bullfighter Palomo Linales.
Angeli: What a miracle.
Elnesto’s Spanish voice came from outside the painting.
Elnesto continued to tell the story. He speaks in Spanish.
The Spanish girl Luiza sat in a chair and listened to Elnesto's story.
Elnesto continued to speak outside the picture.
Record shots. Spain. Spanish soldiers ran across the street.
Elnesto’s Spanish voice continued outside the painting.
The author's room.
Elnesto's daughters Taguiana and Gereza stood by the window. Djereza walked to the table and sat down.
Elnesto’s Spanish voice continued outside the painting.
Thomas walked across the room. Elnesto continued to speak Spanish outside the painting.
Record shots. Spain. A woman was walking down the street, holding a broken mirror in her hand.
Elnesto's voice continued outside the painting.
Angeli (outside the painting): But what excited him most was the last night...
The author's room. Elnesto continued to tell the story. Later, he sat on the sofa contemplatively. Natalia was still sitting on the sofa. Music starts.
Elnesto said something in Spanish.
Anheri (outside the painting): ...Farewell. Everyone in the city went to see him off, and everyone sang and danced. My mother is sick and can't send him off. When everyone sang, his father looked melancholy and stood silently aside. When he looked into his eyes, he understood that they were thinking the same thing. They don't know when they will see each other again.
Djereza began to dance.
Ernesto (outside the picture): What are you doing, laughing at me?
Ernesto slapped Gereza. The music stops.
Luiza sat in a chair.
Ernesto (outside the picture): After teaching you for so long, you didn't learn anything, but it seems that you can learn.
The author's room.
Cionisio sat at the table and painted. Then he threw the pencil away, picked up a cigar and smoked it.
Lu Yisha (outside the painting): Really talkative. I have been to Spain, but I don't understand anything.
Natalia (outside the picture): Luiza, then... you never thought about going back to Spain?
Luiza (outside the picture): Me? I can not. My husband is Russian... and so are the children.
The author's residence. All the Spaniards and Natalia are in the author's room. Luiza stood up and walked into the corridor, picked up her fur coat from the chair and walked outside. Elnesto wanted to keep her. Natalia also ran out of the house following Luiza.
Elnesto said a few words in Spanish.
Natalia: Nothing, nothing. I'm going to talk to her now. You go in the house. Luiza!
staircase. Luiza leaned against the wall and cried.
Music starts.
Record shots. Spain.
A few streets in the city. A woman and a man holding a child are running in the street. They ran into the door of a house.
Record shots. Spain. A plane is throwing bombs.
Record shots. Spain. explode.
Record shots. Spain. explode.
Record shots. People are running on the street.
Two women ran into the subway station with fresh flowers.
Record shots. Spain. People are running around in the street.
Record shots. Spain. Smoke and dust from the explosion floated on the roofs of houses.
Record shots. Spain. A group of children walked along the coast with the harbor. A boy cried and wiped his eyes with a handkerchief.
Record shots. Spain. There is a woman crying by the wall of a house.
Record shots. Spain. There was a girl in the crowd sitting leaning on a box. She wanted to wipe the stains off her skirt.
Record shots. Spain. Crowd on the shore. Parents bid farewell to their children. A girl was crying.
Record shots. Spain. The children passed the checkpoint. A boy carrying a large box walked past the inspection post towards the ship. The music stops.
Record shots. Spain. crowd.
The mother cried and kissed her daughter goodbye.
Record shots. Spain. A boy in the crowd cried and kissed his mother and sister and left.
Record shots. Spain. An elderly woman is staring.
Record shots. Spain. The children walked along the coast. A boy with a travel bag walked in front.
Record shots. Spain. crowd.
The father kisses his son goodbye.
Record shots. Spain. Parents bid farewell to their children.
Record shots. Spain. A girl with a rag doll in her hand turned around in horror when she heard the steam whistle of the steamship.
Record shots. Soviet Union. There is a stratospheric balloon in the sky. There are two people sitting on two small balloons, surrounding this stratospheric balloon.
Record shots. Soviet Union. Stratosphere balloon. The two people sitting on the small balloon were checking it.
Record shots. Soviet Union. A stratospheric balloon. A person sitting on a small balloon flies under the stratospheric balloon. Music starts.
Record shots. Soviet Union. A person sitting on a small balloon flies over the stratospheric balloon.
Record shots. Soviet Union. The hanging basket under the stratospheric balloon. The heads rushing in the crowd. These people are watching the preparations for the flight. A person flew from the stratospheric balloon to the small balloon.
Record shots. Soviet Union. The man on the small balloon is landing. Someone helped him land.
Record shots. The Soviet stratospheric balloon flew high into the sky.
Record shots. Soviet Union. Several cars carrying flying heroes passed by on a Moscow street. Thousands of flyers were flying in the air.
Record shots. Soviet Union. Thousands of leaflets were scattered from the roofs of houses on the street. Passing below the car carrying flying heroes.
The author's residence. Ignat's hands are flipping through Leonardo da Vinci's picture album. Several paintings by Da Vinci. Later Ignat closed the album, stood up and looked out the window, thinking.
The author's residence. In the hallway, Natalia sat there tying her shoelaces, and then she stood up.
Natalia: Ignat!
The author's residence. An "empty" room. Ignat sat at the table. He jumped off the table and walked into the hallway. Natalia dumped the contents of her schoolbag on the floor. Ignat helped her clean up. After packing her things, Natalia picked up her jacket and walked to the door.
Natalia (outside the picture): Come here, I'm leaving now. (In the painting) Oh, my god...ah...Come on, ah...it will always be like this, you also rush to leave. Don't pretend, so be it, there is no time.
Ignat: Oh, current...
Natalia: What?
Ignat: It looks like I got an electric shock!
Napelia: What kind of electric shock?
Ignat: It seems that there has been one before... also when I was picking up money.
Natalia: What, what?
Ignat: But generally speaking, this is the first time for me.
Natalia: Come on, put the money here. I beg you, don't think about it anymore. Come on, listen, put it here, don’t get dirty, understand?
The author's residence. That "empty" room. There is no one inside. In the corridor, the mother closed the door behind her. Ignat turned around, and there were two women in the "empty" room. One of them was wearing a green velvet dress and sitting at the table drinking tea. The other is Yevgeniya Vasilievna. She took the tray and walked into the hallway, and then towards the kitchen.
Natalia: Listen, please don't touch anything here. Also, if Maria Nikolaevna comes, please don't go anywhere, okay?
Woman in green velvet dress: Come in, come in. Hello, Yevgeniya Vasilievna, bring another tea bowl to this young man. good.
Ignat took a book from the bookshelf in the corridor, stood at the door of the "empty" room, and looked at it. The woman in the green velvet dress was sitting at the table in the "empty" room drinking tea with a cup of tea on the table.
Woman in a green velvet dress: Please take out the book from the cabinet, on the side of the third compartment. Yes, yes, thank you. Okay, read me the page with a strap.
Ignat (reading): "When Rousseau was defending his doctoral thesis in the prefecture, his answer to the question of how science and...and art affect human temperament was negative."
Woman in a green velvet dress (outside the picture): No, no, you only have to read the passages drawn with red pen. We don't have much time.
Ignat (reading): "In any case...oh no...There is no doubt that the division of the church alienated us from Europe. We cannot participate in any great event... an event that shocked Europe. But , We have our own special mission. It’s Russia, and it’s her vast territory that digested the Mongol invasion and made it impossible for the Tatars...
Ignat (beyond the painting, read): "... unable to pass through our western border, leaving us behind, they retreated to their own desert. So the Christian civilization was saved. In order to achieve this goal, we should We should live a completely special life that keeps us still Christians but makes us incompatible with the Christ world... If it comes to the triviality of our history, then, very sincerely, I cannot agree with you. Haven’t you found something important in the current situation in Russia that will amaze future historians? Although I personally sincerely attach to Your Excellency, I am far from thinking about what I see around me. Rejoicing: I saw how writers made me... annoyed me... as a prejudiced person..."
The woman in the green velvet dress listened to Ignat's letter.
Ignat (outside the painting, read): "...I feel insulted. But, I swear by my reputation, I don't want to change anyway..."
Ignat stood by the wall and read. After reading, he looked back towards the door. The music stops.
Ignat (reading): "...change my country, or change a piece of history, except for the history of our ancestors, that is, the history that God has given us...Pushkin's letter to Chadayev, October 19, 1836 "
The author's residence.
In that "empty" room, a woman in a green velvet dress was drinking tea. Door bell. Ignat went to the hallway and opened the door. Maria Nikolaevna stood outside the door. She didn't recognize her grandson and walked away. Ignat returned to the "empty" room. There was no one in the room. Ignat walked to the table. The woman in the green velvet dress was sitting at the table drinking tea just now. Music starts.
Woman in a green velvet dress: Go, go, open the door.
Maria Nikolaevna: Ouch, I made a mistake,
The traces of the hot tea cup on the shiny table slowly disappeared. The music stops.
The author's residence. Ignat looked carefully at the kitchen. The phone rang, Ignat walked to the phone, picked up the receiver and talked with his father.
Ignat: Hello! Yes,
Author (outside the painting): Is it Ignat? How are you there? Is everything normal?
Ignat: Yeah.
Author (outside the picture): Has Maria Nikolaevna been here?
Ignat: Yes, I didn’t come... I’ve been to someone who seems to have found the wrong place.
Author (outside the painting): You'd better find something to do there, just don't make trouble. Either find a few people to be a guest. Do you have friends, girls?
Ignat: Our class? They...Yes, but they...
Author (outside the painting): I am already in love at your current age...in the war years...
Ignat (smiling): Ha...
Author (outside the painting): That kind of brown-red hair, brown-red...Her lips always have cracks...I still remember... Our military instructor who was injured by the shock also chased her...
Yurijevic. range. winter,
A little girl with brown-red hair walked by the shooting range drilled by the fourth-grade students with a purse. As she approached the cliff, she looked back at the shooting range and played with music.
Author (outside the painting):...... Are you listening to me?
range. Alyosha's arm supported the railing of the shooting range and watched the little girl with brown hair. Then he lowered his head.
The muzzle of the rifle. Asafiev lay on a gymnastic mat to practice aiming and shooting. Later, he stood up with his hands and looked at the target. The music stops.
The military instructor looked at the children, and then walked to Yegolov. Yegolov sat on the mat, untied his braids at the military instructor, and looked to the forest. The disturbed crow flew up in the woods behind the shooting range.
Military instructor: How are you? Where are you shooting? I thought I didn't see it, did I? (Outside the painting) You shoot up, do you know what will happen to you for this? !
Yegolov: What did I do?
Military instructor (outside the picture): Why what? !
Yegolov: There is no one there.
Military instructor (outside the picture): What if someone?
Yegolov: Where? You know, there... (outside the painting)... only trees...
Military instructor (outside the picture): What if someone is on the tree?
In front of the shooting range stood Markov, Alyosha and Asafiev. The gatekeeper placed the rifle on the mat, and the military instructor gave the order. Everyone acted according to the order, only Asafiev insisted on turning his face to the military instructor after every order. Finally Asafiev also lay on the mat,
Military instructor (outside the picture): Backward-turn! The command is to go backwards!
Gatekeeper (outside the picture): How: How confused. Put the gun back in place,
Asafiyev: I did a circle.
Military instructor (outside the picture): Have you learned the platoon training regulations? Have you studied yet? !
Asafiev: To turn in a circle, in Russian, it means to turn in a circle. That's how I did it. Turning in circles, I think, it's a 360-degree circle.
Military instructor: What? What's the degree? Asafiyev! turn back!
Go to the launch position!
But I want to send you back to my parents...
Asafiev (outside the picture): What kind of parents?
The laughter of the children.
Military instructor: Whatever it is!
Asafiev: What launch position? I do not understand……
Military instructor: Well, lie down on the mat! quick!
The first boy (outside the painting): Asafiev’s parents died during the siege.
Military instructor: Well the launch position... is the launch position, understand?
Alyosha chuckled.
The military instructor walked along the fence of the shooting range to Markov.
Military instructor: Markov!
Markov (outside the picture): Yes!
Military instructor: The one with the No. 8 rifle...
Asafiyev got up from the mat and walked away. The children walked up and down in the porch of the shooting range,
Military instructor (outside the picture): ... the basic parts are clear.
The military instructor walked to Markov's side. Markov stood beside the cushion, crying.
Markov: The butt... the muzzle...
Military instructor: You are the muzzle yourself.
The military instructor put the bullet on the mat, and then walked away with the stool in his hand.
Alyosha: But what about such a muzzle?
Assafiev, Markov, Yegolov and Alyosha lay on the mat to shoot. The target is far away, at the other end of the shooting range, behind the target wall are trees.
The outer gallery of the shooting range.
Asafiev took a grenade from his purse and put it on the bench. A child picked up a grenade. Below, on the shooting range stood the military instructor, the gatekeeper and Yegolov.
The children are yelling.
There is a grenade on the ground on the corridor of the shooting range. A child opened the strings of a grenade. Asafiev ran down the stairs holding the grenade and threw the grenade onto the shooting range.
The first boy (outside the painting): Asafiev, don't be like this!
The military instructor rushed to grab the grenade.
Military instructor: Disperse! ! !
The grenade rolled over on the shooting range.
Military instructor (outside the picture): Lie down! ! !
The military instructor threw on the grenade and covered it with his body.
Gatekeeper (outside the picture): Where are you going, Serega, you will die!
The military instructor held a grenade in his hand.
On the ground of the shooting range lay military instructors.
A cap that slipped from the head of the military instructor was lying on the shooting range. All the people were lying down, some lying in the porch, some lying on the shooting range. Only Asafiev stood by the cushion. The military instructor lay on the shooting range. There is a delicate skin on his head beating. The military instructor slightly lifted his body and crawled towards the cap.
Asafeyev (outside the picture): That's a coach grenade.
Military instructor: I'm still from Leningrad, who has experienced the siege... Alas!
The military instructor walked hard along the fence of the shooting range, and then he sat on a small stool.
The little girl with brown-red hair smiled and touched her chapped lips with her finger. Music starts.
Military record footage. Cross the river. A naked soldier carried a box on his shoulders and waded across the river. The soldiers nearby loaded the cannon on the raft.
Warrior (outside the picture): Be careful.
Can't hear what the soldiers are talking about.
Military record footage. Cross the river. A cannon slid from the raft into the water.
The soldiers are talking. The music stops.
Asafiev walked down the stairs to the outer porch of the shooting range, and then he left. The children got up from the ground and watched him.
Military record footage. Cross the Sivas Bay. On the wooden bridge, soldiers dragged cannons.
Military record footage. Cross the Sivas Bay. A team of soldiers slammed forward on the water. A commander and a political commissar marched with them.
Military record footage. Cross the Sivas Bay. An ethnic minority warrior was walking barefoot in the water. Another soldier followed behind him.
Military record footage. Cross the Sivas Bay. Some fighters were pulling cables tied to the soil of the barge carrying weapons, and the rest were pushing the barge.
Military record footage. Cross the Sivas Bay. The soldiers pounced forward.
Military record footage. Cross the Sivas Bay. The soldiers marched on the muddy road. They carried luggage racks full of weapons.
Military record footage. Cross the Sivas Bay. The soldiers pushed the barge forward. A warrant officer urged the soldiers who were running forward.
Father (outside the picture): I don’t believe in premonition...
Military record footage. Cross the Sivas Bay. The soldiers walked in the mud with luggage racks full of weapons.
Father (outside the picture): ...I am not afraid of near signs, / I don't believe in vows, and I don't swear. /There is no death in this world.
Military record footage. Cross the Sivas Bay. On the muddy road, the soldiers struggled with a pair of feet. The soldiers transported the bullets to the ammunition stack.
Father (outside the painting): ...everyone will be immortal, no matter whether you are seventeen or seventy, you should not be afraid of death. / There is only reality and light in this world, / there is no darkness, and there is no death...
Military record footage. Cross the Sivas Bay. Some of the soldiers pushed the barge forward, while others crossed the river by the barge.
Father (outside the painting): ...we stayed on the coast, / when the immortal gods came, / I was one of the netizens. /I call the century and enter it,/I build houses, so...
Military record footage. Cross the Sivas Bay. The soldiers held hands, wading through the water like a long chain.
Father (outside the painting): ...Your wife and children are sitting around the table with me, / your grandparents sit at the same table, / the dream of the future is realized now...
Military record footage. Cross the Sivas Bay. The soldiers are marching.
Father (outside the painting): ... If I raise my hands, / the colorful light will follow you, / every passing day is like a weed.
Military record footage. Cross the Sivas Bay. The soldiers carried their luggage racks full of weapons and moved forward.
Father (outside the picture): ...Use my collarbone to shovel it away. /A ruler for measuring the land, I use it to measure the movement of stars. / Through the day and night, / like crossing the Urals, / I choose the century for myself...
Military record footage. Cross the Sivas Bay. Soldiers with luggage racks full of ammunition on their shoulders marched along the muddy road.
Father (outside the painting): ...we are going south, on the grassland, / overgrown with weeds, birds wailing, dust is flying, / horseshoe tramples on the grass.
Yurijevic. range. The hills next to the shooting range. Asafiev climbed up the mountain. He stomped and fell to the ground. He stood up again and continued to climb up.
He stopped on the mountain and looked down at the shooting range and the people on the river bank.
Asafiev whistled.
Father (outside the painting): ...like a monk, predicting my own demise, / I tied my destiny to the saddle. /Like a child, I step on the stirrups,/Leap forward towards the future. /I am satisfied with my immortality,/My blood will flow forever,/In that constant temperature, reliable corner,/I will voluntarily give my life. /The flying needle no longer holds me,/It roams the world like a hairspring.
Military record footage. The flash of salute.
Military record footage. Prague. Tanks are in formation on the square, and soldiers are marching.
Military record footage. Prague. The crowds on the street and the people by the windows of the houses welcomed the Soviet army.
Military record footage. Prague. Soviet soldiers waved to the citizens of Prague from the tank.
Record shots. Moscow. Welcome scene in Moscow.
Military record footage. The Soviet soldiers planted a red flag on the top of a building.
Military record footage. Berlin. There was Hitler's body on the ground.
Military record footage. A Soviet news documentary photographer photographed Hitler's body lying on the ground.
Military record footage. The salute roared.
Military record footage. Holiday celebration.
Military record footage. Moscow. Celebration of the victory over fascism.
Photo. An old soldier on crutches was crying against the wall of the trench.
Record shots. Atomic bomb explosion.
Record shots. A bomber is flying.
Record shots. Aircraft cabin. There were several pilots in the cabin, and one of them lit a cigarette and put out the match.
Record shots. Mushroom-shaped atomic bomb smoke column.
Yurijevic. The hills next to the shooting range. Asafiev stood on top of the hill. There was a crowd in the distance below the hill. Asafiev stood on the edge of the cliff. A little bird stopped on his head. He grabbed the bird carefully.
villa. autumn.
Mother squatted on the corridor of the villa, preparing to chop some firewood to set fire. Her father called her. The mother raised her head. The music stops.
Father (outside the picture): Maruxia! Where are the children?
The father straightened his hair with his hands. He is wearing a military uniform.
A plot of the villa. Alyosha sits at a small table in the garden and reads a book. Then he walked to Marina and gave her a push. Marina cried.
Marina (outside the picture): Alyosha! I'll tell you why you steal someone's book.
Alyosha: What? What?
Marina: Let me tell.
Alyosha: Huh?
Marina: What's the matter with you? (cry)
Alyosha: Go, go. (Outside the picture) Tell me to go.
Marina (crying): Just tell. I will tell anyway.
Father (outside the picture): Marina!
The children jumped up and ran across the garden towards the villa.
There is an open book on the ground. The book is printed with a portrait of Leonardo, and the music plays.
Father (outside the picture): Marina!
The children ran across the garden.
Alyosha stomped and fell. He got up to chase his sister.
The mother stared in the direction of the father, and then turned around.
The father held Alyosha and Marina tightly in his arms. All three of them cried.
Da Vinci's famous painting "Mona Lisa". The music stops.
The author's residence. The author's room. Natalia is sitting in the room, she is talking to the author. Ignat walked to Natalia's side.
Natalia: You better come to us often, you know how much he misses you.
Author (outside the painting): I said, Natalia, let Ignat live with me... how about it?
Natalia: What are you serious?
Author (outside the painting): You did not say it yourself, he hopes so...
Natalia: I can't tell you anything...
Author (outside the painting): What do you think, I came up with these for my own happiness and fun. Let us ask him calmly, whatever he decides to do... Besides, it will make it easier for you.
Natalia: What am I relaxing? ...
Author (outside the painting): Ignat!
Natalia: Your books are all sorted out? Go ahead. Go and say goodbye to father.
Author (outside the painting): Ignat, your mother and I want to... want to ask you...
Ignat: What?
Author (outside the painting): Maybe, it's better for you to live with me?
Ignat: What?
Author (outside the painting): In other words, stay here and we will live together... and transfer to another school. You didn’t say this to your mother yourself, did you?
Ignat: What did I say? When, no, no!
Natalia: No, she and I are indeed very similar.
Author (outside the painting): This is nothing to do with it!
Natalia: But... what do you want your mother to do? What kind of attitude? Um? Everything that was in my childhood is no longer possible; you are no longer like that, and she is no longer like that... You once told me that you always feel guilty towards her because she wanted to You ruined your whole life...Because of this, you are always fidgeting. But she doesn't need anything from you, she only wants you to become a child again, so that she can hold you in her hands and protect you. God, what am I doing...
Natalia (outside the picture): Why should I care about other people's affairs? always like this……
Author (outside the painting): What are you yelling at? Can you explain it to me?
The author's room. Natalia walked along the wall with the mirror to the window and sat on the window sill. Outside the window, Ignat lit a bonfire in the yard. Natalia continues to talk to the author.
Natalia: Will I marry him?
Author (outside the painting): Do I know who he is?
Natalia: Well...
Author (outside the painting): He... is a Ukrainian?
Natalia: What does it matter?
Author (outside the painting): In short, what does he do?
Natalia: Well, it's a writer.
Author (outside the painting): So, isn't his surname Dostoevsky?
Natalia: Dostoevsky.
Author (outside the painting): Nothing has been written so far, and no one knows him. Da Qi is already forty years old, right? This means that he is an incompetent person.
Natalia: You know, you have become more.
Author (outside the painting): In other words, the incompetent people do not write anything.
Natalia: He wrote it, but he didn't publish it.
Author (outside the painting): Look at our dear student who scored two points. What did he light up? I should be punished now.
Natalia: It's useless to say sarcasm about scoring two points.
Author (outside the painting): Look, he will yell to join the army before he graduated from middle school, and you will step through the threshold and try to exempt him from military service. I am also ashamed, this is the result of your training. By the way, is he not going to go to the army? In fact, when he goes to the army, nothing terrible will happen.
Natalia: Why don't you call your mother? After Aunt Liza died, she lay for three days...
Author (outside the painting): I don't know.
Natalia: But you didn't call.
Author (outside the painting): She... She should be here at five o'clock.
Natalia: Is it so difficult for you to take the first step yourself?
Author (outside the painting): We seem to be talking about Ignat now. I don’t know, maybe, I’m also wrong. Or are we all bourgeois? Something about the bourgeoisie confuses us, something about the bourgeoisie in Asia. It does not seem to want to get rich. I only have one set of clothes that I can wear when I go out. I have no private property and my welfare is growing. I don't understand anything.
Natalia: Why are you always so excited.
Author (outside the painting): A couple I know have a 15-year-old son. He walked to his parents and said: I want to leave you. It's over. Seeing you always turn around, I am disgusted. This kid is nice. It's not like us who are clumsy. Unfortunately, we can't say such a thing.
Natalia: I can imagine your acquaintances.
Author (outside the painting): By the way, they are no worse than us. He works in a newspaper. Besides, I also regard myself as a writer. It's just that he didn't understand how to write a book, this is not fabricated, nor is it to earn wages, but action. The mission of the poet is to arouse the tremor of the soul, not to cultivate idol worshippers.
Natalia (outside the picture): What on earth should I do, I don't understand anything.
Author (outside the painting): What "how to do"? Married.
Natalia: Don't you remember, who is this burning bush for? Angel in the grass?
Author (outside the painting): Ah-Ah... I don't know, I don't remember. Anyway, not for Ignat.
Natalia: Or, send him to Suvorov Military Academy?
Author (outside the painting): Ah... Angel came to the prophet like a burning bush. He will also lead his people across the sea.
Natalia: Why have I never seen such a scene?
village. The wind moved the bushes.
Mother walked into the house with a bucket. Aunt Dunya tied her headscarf in front of the mirror. Alyosha and Kraenka are in the room. Kraenka took off the kerosene lamp from the ceiling and poured kerosene in it. Mother walked up the steps. Aunt Dunya was already sitting at the table. Vecca struck a match in the corner of the room to relieve his boredom.
Author (outside the painting): Very strange, I often have the same dream. This dream seems to force me to return to the places where I have been bitterly in love. There used to be my grandfather’s house. I was born there more than 40 years ago. It was on that dining table covered with a white velvet tablecloth. Whenever I want to walk in, there is always something hindering me... I often have this dream. I have become accustomed to this. When I saw the wall made of logs and the half-hidden door in the gloomy thatched house, which had been darkened with age, I realized it in my dreams. Just dreaming, so the excessive excitement was cast in the shadow of a kind of confused expectation. Sometimes something happens, and I no longer dream about the house and the pine trees around my grandfather's house
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