During the film festival, I saw a few selected scenes from the documentary and were caught by this film. When I went home and looked for it, it really refreshed my understanding of God's work...
Andrei Lublev 1. Golgotha, where the snow fell, was eroded and collapsed by tears. A good prisoner carried a cross and led a group of sinners on the earth. Bleeding eyes, the landmarks of heaven wedged into the palm of the hand, and Magdalene's hair was weeping like waterfalls. The mud that covers the soles of the feet of the wanderer seeks shelter from the rain in the wilderness The clown loses his tongue The madman still sings the milk poured in the rain 2. Ivan Kupala's horse-riding messenger gallops in a field of cosmos blooming on a Slavic Dionysian afternoon The people are scattered naked Like a garland of elves in the woods, drifting on the river on a torch, in the Garden of Eden, falling into the twilight, grapes falling into wine, in honor of the dead, in the summer, rejoicing in a fertile woman, breaking off her gown of faith, in a wide river, against the current of my desire, a witch with a low-hanging eagle, a falcon The immortal youth of the eyes sinks into the eyes of the old woman, I follow the love that trembles like a nightingale, but I cannot save a person from nature and tyranny. The fire burns the dome surrounded by icons The horse rolls like a woman caught by robbers The white goose flies out of God's slaughterhouse A wooden saw mourns for a dead boy The Lord blames Abraham for having a memory but turns a deaf ear to the cries of creation When suffering rushes out The cruising river villages are like reeds, fearful and tame in strength, the soul is one's burden, it suffers or lifts up the sword, holy and foolish are guarded at the same time The Gospel descends on the forehead, and St. George, with wings spread above his head, soars on the sound of prayers Evening bells can endure if they can remember the long centuries of time
Bury the secrets of genius to the bottom of your heart You are ordered to paint with blood-stained hands the golden shirt of holiness and suffering All for those who kneel in the dust It has nothing to do with Caesar on horseback
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