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«Зеркало» - классика мирового кинематографа, фильм-воспоминание, фильм-размышление, фильм-загадка, потрясающий зрителя до глубины души.
Этот фильм о поиске, детских впечатлениях, внезапно врывающихся в жизнь взрослого человека, мистике повседневности и попытках вспомнить самое главное, потерявшееся за каждодневными заботами и обыденностью.

Режиссёр: Андрей Тарковский. Сценарий: Александр Мишарин, Андрей Тарковский. Оператор: Георгий Рерберг. Композитор: Эдуард Артемьев.

В ролях: Маргарита Терехова, Олег Янковский, Филипп Янковский, Игнат Данильцев, Николай Гринько, Алла Демидова, Юрий Назаров, Анатолий Солоницын, Лариса Тарковская, Тамара Огородникова, Тамара Решетникова.

- Диплом участия на МКФ в Мельбурне (Австралия) (1980)
- Приз «Давид ди Донателло» за лучший иностранный фильм, показанный в Италии (1980)

MOSFILM

Fourth Artists' Association

What is your first name,
your last name?

My name is Yuri Zhary.

Where did you come from?

I came from Kharkov.

What school do you go to?

I go to a technical school.

Now we're going
to have a seance.

You just look at me.

Look me in the eye.

Look in front of you.

Turn around, with your back to me.

Concentrate on my hand.

My hand is drawing you back.

Spread your hands.

Concentrate. All your tension
is centered in your hands.

Your hands are strained!

Concentrate all of your
will power,

your big desire to win,
on your hands.

Your hands are getting
more and more tense.

They're very tense.
Still more tense.

Look at your fingers.
Your fingers are tense.

From here the tension passes on
to your fingers.

Look at your hands.
Yura, concentrate!

On my count of three
your hands will become immobile.

One, two, three!
Your hands don't move.

You can't move them.

You're trying to move your hands,
but they're fixed.

It's very hard for you
to make a slightest movement.

Now I'm going to lift
this transfixion,

and you'll be able to speak
freely, easily and articulately.

From now on you will speak
loudly and clearly.

Look at me.

I'm lifting the tension
from your hands and your speech.

One, two, three!

Go ahead, say loudly and clearly:
I can speak!

MIRROR

Margarita TEREKHOVA
as Mother and Natalya

Written by Alexander MISHARIN
and Andrei TARKOVSKY

Directed by Andrei TARKOVSKY

Director of Photography
Georgy RERBERG

Production Designer
Nikolai DVIGUBSKY

Music by Eduard ARTEMYEV

Sound by Semyon LITVINOV

English Subtitles by
Tatiana KAMENEVA

Also starring

I. DANILTSEV
L. TARKOVSKAYA, A. DEMIDOVA

A. SOLONITSYN
N. GRINKO

T. OGORODNIKOVA
Yu. NAZAROV, O. YANKOVSKY

F. YANKOVSKY
Yu. SVENTIKOV, T. RESHETNIKOVA

Author's text narrated by
I. SMOKTUNOVSKY

Verses by Arseny TARKOVSKY
recited by the author

Playing in the film music by
J.S. Bach, Pergolesi, Purcell

MIRROR

The road from the station
passed through Ignatievo,

then swerved near the farm

we had lived on each summer
before the war,

and through a dense oak forest
went on as far as Tomshino.

Usually we spotted our people

as soon as they appeared from
behind a bush in the mid-field.

If he turned from the bush
towards our house, then it's father.

If not, it meant it was not father

and that father would never come.

Am I going the right way
to Tomshino?

You shouldn't have taken a turn
at the bush.

- And this... What's this?
- What?

Why are you sitting here?

- I live here.
- Where? On the fence?

Are you interested in the way to
Tomshino or where I live?

I brought all the instruments,
but forgot the key.

Do you happen to have a nail
or a screw-driver?

I don't have any nails.

Why are you so nervous?

Give me your hand. I'm a doctor.

You're bothering me.

Do you want me to call my husband?

You haven't got any husband.
There's no ring.

Though people don't wear rings
nowadays. Maybe only old people.

May I have a cigarette?

Why do you look so sad?

And why do you look so happy?

It's a pleasure to fall down
with an attractive woman.

You know, I fell and found
strange things here - roots, bushes...

Has it ever occurred to you

that plants can feel, know,
even comprehend...

The trees, this hazel-nut bush...

- This is the alder-tree.
- It doesn't matter.

They don't run about.

Like us who are rushing, fussing,
uttering banalities.

That's because we don't trust
nature that is inside us.

Always this suspiciousness,
haste,

and no time
to stop and think.

Look, you seem to be a bit...

It's no problem for me.
I'm a doctor.

And what about "Ward Number Six"?

Oh, Chekhov had made it all up!

Come to Tomshino sometime.
We often have a good time there.

You've got blood!

- Where?
- Behind your ear.

Each moment of our dates, not many,

We celebrated as an Epiphany.

Alone in the whole world.

More daring and lighter
than a bird

Down the stairs, like a dizzy
apparition,

You came to take me on your road,
Through rain-soaked lilacs,

To your own possession,
To the looking glass world.

As night descended

I was blessed with grace,

The altar gate opened up,

And in the darkness shining

And slowly reclining
Was your body naked.

On waking up I said:
God bless you!

Although I knew how daring
and undue

My blessing was: You were fast
asleep,

Your closed eyelids
with the universal blue

The lilac on the table
so strained to sweep.

Touched by the blue, your lids

Were quite serene, your hand was
warm.

And rivers pulsed in crystal slits,

Mountains smoked, and oceans
swarmed.

You held a sphere in your palm,

Of crystal; on your throne
you were sleeping calm.

And, oh my God! -
Belonging only to me,

You woke and at once transformed

The language humans speak and think.

Speech rushed up sonorously formed,

With the word "you" so much
reformed

As to evolve a new sense meaning
king.

And suddenly all changed,
like in a trance,

Even trivial things,
so often used and tried,

When standing 'tween us,
guarding us,

Was water, solid, stratified.

It carried us I don't know where.

Retreating before us, like some
mirage,

Were cities, miraculously fair.

Under our feet the mint grass spread,

The birds were following our tread,

The fishes came to a river bend,

And to our eyes the sky was open.

Behind us our fate was groping,

Like an insane man with a razor
in his hand.

Oh, good heavens! Dounya!

What is it, Pasha?!

A fire! But be quiet.

He'll get it coming to him!

And what if Vitya is in there?
What if he's burned?

Where's Klanya?

What?

Dad!

- Alexei?
- Hello, ma!

What's wrong with your voice?

Nothing serious.
I guess it's just a sore throat.

I haven't spoken to anyone
for three days.

I even liked it. I think it's good
to keep silent for a while.

Words can't express everything

a person feels.
Words are flaccid.

I just dreamed of you in my sleep.

As though I were still a child...

By the way, what year was it
when dad left us?

1935. Why?

And the fire? Remember the hay-Ioft
that burned down at the farm?

That was in '35 too.

All right, stop pulling the wool
over my eyes.

You know... Lisa died.

The one I worked in the printing
house with.

- Oh God... When?
- This morning, at 7.

And what time is it now?
What is now?

- Almost six.
- In the morning?

What's the matter with you?
In the evening.

Mom, why do we have to fight
all the time?

I'm sorry if I did anything wrong.

Printing-house.
Next stop: Serpukhovskaya.

What's the rush?

Hello.

Where're the proofs
I've been reading?

I don't know. Just a minute.

Yelizaveta Pavlovna is here.

Marousia, what's wrong?

Something in yesterday's proofs?

In the Goslit edition?
Don't be so nervous!

We should look in the typesetting
case.

Nothing terrible has happened.

It's such an important edition!

Although misprints have no place
in any edition.

Shut up, you idiot.

- What happened?
- Nothing serious.

I just want to check something.
I may be wrong...

Let's start from the beginning.

I'd rather do it myself.

Everybody's rushing,
no one's got any time!

You think I'm afraid?

No, let other people
be afraid.

Some people should work,
and others should be afraid.

Well, nothing awful has happened.

If it happened, it happened.
We've been printing all night...

I waited for you since yesterday's
morning.

That you won't come they probably
guessed.

Remember what a beautiful weather
it was?

A holiday weather!
And I walked coatless.

Today you're here, and they have
arranged

An utterly gloomy and cloudy day,

It rains, and it's getting unusually
late,

The rain drops run down the cold
terrain,

Unsoothable by word, unwipable
by hand...

You see, it wasn't there, was it?
Everything is all right.

It wasn't...
That would've been a horrid mistake.

Why are you crying then?

I even saw that word typeset.

What word?

Great!

This is pure alcohol.
Not much, but it might help.

You've got all drenched up.
You look like a scarecrow!

Really, I'm all wet.

I guess I'll go and take a shower.
Where's my comb?

You know who you resemble now?

- Who?
- Maria Timofeyevna.

What Maria Timofeyevna?

Here. You've been looking for
your comb, haven't you?

Tell me, who's Maria Timofeyevna?

There was such a woman,
Captain Lebyadkin's sister.

You're the spitting image
of Lebyadkina.

In what way do I resemble her?

Yes, Fyodor Mikhailovich was...
Whatever you may say...

What?

Lebyadkin, bring some water!

The difference is her brother would
not bring her water, but beat her.

Explain it. I don't understand.

All your life is just that
"bring some water!"

Just an appearance of independence.

If something doesn't suit you,

you pretend
it doesn't exist.

What nonsense you're talking!

I'm amazed at the patience
of your ex-husband.

He should have run away
much sooner.

What do you want from me?

Have you ever admitted
you were wrong? Never!

You just made up
this whole situation!

As long as you haven't succeeded
in elevating your dear husband

to this nonsensical emancipated
condition of yours,

then you can be sure
he has been saved just in time.

As for your children, you will
definitely make them miserable.

Stop this idiocy!

Come on now, Masha!

Leave me alone!

My earthly life traversed but
by a half,

I found myself lost in a twilight
forest...

I always said
that you resemble my mother.

Apparently, that's the reason
we divorced.

I notice with horror how much
Ignat is becoming like you.

Why with horror?

We two could never talk
like normal human beings.

When I recall my childhood
and my mother,

somehow she always has your face.

I know why though.

I pity you both,
you and her.

Why?

Ignat, put the glass down!

You won't be able to live
a normal life with anyone.

Probably.

Don't feel offended.
You seem to be convinced

that the very fact
of your existence close by

will make everybody happy.

You only know how to demand.

That's because I was brought up
by women.

If you don't want Ignat
to become like that,

get married as soon as possible.

- Get married to whom?
- This I don't know.

Or give Ignat to me.

Why didn't you make it up with
your mother? It was your fault.

What fault?

She's convinced herself she knows
better than I how I should live.

That she can make me happy.

As far as mother is concerned,
I can feel it better than you.

What can you feel better?

That we're getting more and more
distant,

and I can't do anything
about it.

Natalya, try to distract him.
He's talking of Spain again.

It will end up in a scandal.

I wanted to ask you for a favor...
We're redecorating now.

Ignat wants to live with you
for a week.

I will be very happy.

What does he say?

He's showing the great matador
Palomo Linares.

Most of all he was excited
by the farewell he was given.

The whole town came to see him off.
People sang and danced.

His mother couldn't come,
she was sick.

And his father stood aside,
sad and silent.

He knew they were thinking
the same thing:

That they probably will never
see each other again.

Are you mocking at us or what?

We taught you and taught
and it was no use.

Now it turns out you can!

He went to Spain and didn't
understand anything.

Did you ever want
to go back to Spain?

I can't go, I've got a Russian
husband.

And Russian children.

I'll talk to her myself!

Ignat!

Come here. I'm leaving.

Always in a hurry...

Don't put it together, just give it
to me like that.

- Oh, I felt an electric shock.
- What shock?

As if it had already happened...

But I've never been here before.

Come on, give me the money
and stop dreaming.

Clean up a bit,
make the place tidy.

Don't touch anything here.

If Maria Nikolaevna comes
tell her to wait for me.

Come in. How are you?

May we have another cup
for the young man?

Take the notebook from the third
shelf in the bookcase, will you?

Read from the page that is marked
with a ribbon.

"To the question how sciences
and arts affect

people's morals, Rousseau answered:
Negatively'."

Read only what is underlined
with the red pencil.

"Notwithstanding the..."
Oh no!

"The division of churches
separated us from Europe.

We remained excluded

from every great event
that had shaken it.

However, we had our own,
special destiny.

Russia, with her immense territory,

had swallowed up the Mongol
invasion.

The Tartars didn't dare
crossing our western borders.

They retreated to their wilderness

and Christian civilization
had been saved.

To attain that goal
we had to lead

a special kind of life
which, while leaving us Christians,

had made us alien
to the Christian world.

As for our historic
insignificance,

I cannot agree with you on that.

Don't you find
anything significant at all

in today's situation in Russia

that would strike
a future historian?

Although I'm heartily attached
to our sovereign,

I'm not at all delighted with
everything I see around me.

As a man of letters,
I'm being annoyed, insulted,

but I swear that for nothing
in the world would have made me

change my home country
or have any other history

than the history of our forbears,

such as it was given us by God."

From Pushkin's letter to Chaadayev.
October 19, 1836.

Go, open up.

I'm afraid I've got the wrong
address.

Ignat, how are you doing?

Did Maria Nikolaevna come?

No. Though some woman came,
but she's got the wrong apartment.

Find something to do
or invite somebody.

Do you know any girls?

You mean from my class?
Oh no!

At your age I was already in love...
During the war...

With a redhead...
Her lips were always blistered.

Our military instructor was chasing
after her, he was shell-shocked.

Are you listening to me?

What did you fire at?
You think I didn't see it?

You were firing up!

What's wrong with that?
There's no one there.

And what if somebody was there?

There're only trees there.

And what if somebody climbed a tree?

About face! I commanded
"about face"!

Put down your rifle.

That's what I did.

Did you learn drill regulations?

About face in Russian means
exactly what I did.

About face means a turn of
360 degrees.

What degrees? About face!

To the firing position
forward march!

I'm going to send you
for your parents.

What parents?

You'll know very soon
what parents.

What is the firing position?

Down on the floor mat!

His parents died during the siege.

The firing position is...
a firing position.

- Markov!
- Yes, sir!

Name the basic elements of...

The rifle.

The butt.

- The muzzle.
- It's you who's a muzzle.

What is the muzzle then?

Guys! A grenade!

It's a hand grenade!

Don't do it!

Down on the ground!

You'll be killed!

It's only a dummy grenade.

And you say you're from Leningrad
and been under the siege...

I don't believe in premonitions.

I have no trust in superstitions.

I don't run from slander or venom.

There's no death on earth.

All are immortal,
Everything's immortal.

Don't be afraid of death
at seventeen,

At seventy as well...
There's just reality and light.

There's neither death nor darkness
in this world.

At last we all have reached the shore,

And I'm the one who casts a fishing
rod

When immortality is coming
in a shoal.

Live in a house, and it'll never
fall.

To any of the centuries I'd nod

And enter it, a house I'd install.

That's why with me your children
share board,

Your wives join me at my table,
and all.

One table serves both granddad and
grandchild:

The future's being made right now.

Whenever I'm to raise my hand
in tide,

I all five rays of it on you bestow.

With collarbones, as if with
timber work,

I propped up every day of past age.

I measured time by a world-wide
walk,

I passed through it like through
the Urals range.

I chose the age up to my own measure.

We headed south, with dust flying
away,

The weeds smoked up, and at his own
leisure,

His feeler on the horseshoe,
the grasshopper forecast...

He prophesied me death, as if
he were a monk.

But with my fate strapped to my
saddle fast,

I'm riding now in the time to come

And surging on the stirrups to my
own drum.

My immortality is quite enough
for me.

For my own blood to flow ages
through,

For steady warmth and a haven
safe and true

I'd give my life self-willingly and
freely,

Had not its volatile, needle-like
sword

Been leading me, like a thread,
throughout the world.

Marousia? And the children?

Where are the children?

I'm going to tell everybody
that you've stolen the book.

- What?
- I will, you'll see.

- Now stop it!
- Go on, tell everybody!

I will, anyway!

Marina!

You could have come more often.
You know that he's missing you.

Let Ignat live with me.

Are you serious?

You said yourself
that he would like to.

With you it's better to keep one's
mouth shut.

You mean I'm inventing this
for my own pleasure?

Let's ask him.
Whatever he decides...

Besides, it will make your life
much easier.

Why would this make it easier for me?

Have you collected your books?

Go say goodbye to your father.

Your mother and I would like
to ask you...

What?

Wouldn't it be better if you lived
with me?

How?

You and I will live together.
Haven't you said so to your mother?

Said what? When?
No, please.

We really look alike,
don't we?

Not at all!

What do you want from your mother?
What kind of relationship?

The kind of relationship you had
in your childhood is impossible.

You speak of some feeling of
guilt,

of her life being ruined because of
you...

Well, you can't get away from it.

And what she needs is for you
to become a baby again,

for her to be able to carry you
and protect you.

Why on earth am I meddling in it?

It's always like this...

Why are you whimpering?
Explain it.

Should I marry him or not?

- Do I know him?
- No...

Is he Ukrainian?

Does it matter?

- What is he doing?
- He is a writer.

Doesn't his name happen to be
Dostoyevsky?

Yes, Dostoyevsky.

He hasn't written anything
worthwhile. Nobody knows him.

He must be about 40, isn't he?
Apparently he's got no talent?

You've changed so much.

So, he has no talent, he doesn't write
anything.

He does write, but they don't
publish him.

Look, our precious flunk
has put something on fire.

No need to be so ironic about
his flunking.

If he doesn't finish school,
he'll end up being drafted.

And you will go begging
to have him exempted from the army.

This is all the result of your
indulging him.

By the way, the army would be
good for him.

Why don't you call your mother?

After Aunt Lisa's death she stayed
in bed for three days.

Wasn't she supposed to come here
at five?

Is it so difficult
to make the first move?

We were talking about Ignat.

It may be my fault, too.

Or is it because we got so bourgeois?

And our embourgeoisement is
so dense, so Asian.

With private ownership nonexistent,
our well-being is on the rise.

Nothing makes any sense anymore.

Why do you get so irritated?

I know a family
whose 15-year-old son said:

"I'm leaving you.
It disgusts me to see

how you weasel around
trying to please everybody."

Good boy.
Not like our booby.

Unfortunately, our boy would never
say such a thing.

I can imagine that family of yours!

They're no worse than we are.
He works for a newspaper.

And thinks he's a writer, too.

Though he's unable to understand

that a book is not a way of making
money but a statement.

A poet is called upon
to provoke a spiritual jolt

and not to cultivate idolaters.

What am I going to do?

You're going to get married.

Do you happen to remember
who was it who saw a bush on fire?

I mean the angel as a bush?

I don't remember.
In any case, it was not Ignat.

Maybe we should send him
to a cadet school?

An angel as a flame coming from
a bush appeared to Prophet Moses.

He led his people out across the sea.

Why has nothing like that
ever appeared to me?

With an amazing regularity
I keep seeing one and the same dream.

It seems to make me return

to the place, poignantly dear to my
heart,

where my grandfather's house
used to be,

in which I was born 40 years ago
right on the dinner table.

Each time I try to enter it, something
prevents me from doing that.

I see this dream again and again.

And when I see those walls made of
logs and the dark entrance,

even in my dream I become aware
that I'm only dreaming it.

And the overwhelming joy is clouded
by anticipation of awakening.

At times something happens
and I stop dreaming

of the house and the pine trees
of my childhood around it.

Then I get depressed.

And I can't wait to see
this dream

in which I'll be a child again

and feel happy again

because everything will be still
ahead, everything will be possible...

Mommy!

- Mom, they opened up!
- What's the matter with you?

Hello.

Hello.

- Are you Nadezhda Petrovna?
- I don't think I...

I'm Matvey Ivanov's stepdaughter.

He was a friend of your husband.

What Matvey?

The doctor. He used to live here.

Then he moved to Yurievets
and became a legal expert.

Are you from town?

We're from Moscow,
but we have a room in Yurievets.

We were evacuated last fall.

The air raids on Moscow began
and I have two kids.

My mother has some old connections
here...

My husband is not here,
he's in town.

Stop scratching yourself!

Actually I came to see you.
It's a ladies' little secret.

Come on in.
Don't stand there...

Wipe your feet.
Masha's just washed the floor.

Sit here for a while.
We won't be long.

Why are you sitting in the dark?
Did it go out?

You should've called us.

- What's your name?
- Alyosha.

I've got a son, too.
Not so big as you, of course.

It's not easy having kids now,
with the war going.

I wish I had a girl too.

Want to have a look? He's asleep.

We'll be quiet.
He's such a darling.

The other day he asked his father:

"Why is 5 kopecks bigger
than 10 kopecks?"

I was just dumfounded, and
his father didn't know what to say.

He always wanted a daughter.
He even thought of a girl's name.

And I prepared a pink layette.

Then I had to make everything anew.

He put us up to a lot of trouble,
little rascal.

We woke you up, didn't we?

That's your mommy's fault,
she just can't stop talking.

See, we've got company.
Some strangers, aren't they?

You just wouldn't wake up,
would you?

All right, honey, go back to sleep.

Do they become me? And the ring?

- What's wrong?
- I just felt queasy.

Of course, you've made a long trip.
I should have known better.

Have a drink. It will warm you up.

I just talk and talk
when I ought to make supper.

Oh please, you don't have to do it.

- But I can't let you go like that.
- We had a meal before leaving.

I don't like his cough!

Well, he runs wild...

We must have my husband
examine him.

We can't wait, we have a two-hour
walk to make.

And what about the earrings?
My husband's got the money.

We're going to have a cock
slaughtered. Only may I ask you...

I'm three months pregnant
and having fits of sickness.

Even when I'm milking a cow,
it gets so bad...

As for the cock...
Could you?

Well, I myself...

What, you too?

No, but I've never done it before.

Oh, it's nothing. Sure, in Moscow
you ate them already slaughtered.

I usually do it right here,
on this little log.

Here's the axe. My husband
has sharpened it this morning.

- You mean, right in the room?
- We'll put a basin under.

And tomorrow you'll take
a chicken with you.

No, I can't.

Maybe we'll ask Alyosha to do that?
After all, he's a man.

Why Alyosha?

All right, hold it tight. If it breaks
loose, it'll smash the dishes.

Oh no, I don't feel... Well?

Calm down. Everything will be
all right.

I wish I could see you

not only when I feel too bad.

- Do you hear me?
- Yes.

At last I soared up.

What's wrong, Marousia?
You feel bad?

Don't be surprised.
I love you.

Are you leaving already? And the
earrings? My husband'll be right here.

- He's got the money.
- We changed our mind.

It's fifteen versts to the town.
It's going to be dark soon.

That's all right, don't worry.

A man has but one body,
Like a single cell.

The soul is sick and tired
Of its too solid shell,

With ears, mouth, eyes
The size of a nickel coin

And skin all scarred and diced,
Spread over a skeleton.

Through cornea it wings
To a heavenly spring,

To ice-laden slings,
To a chariot birds bring.

It hears through the grating
Of its living prison pen

The fields' and forests' rattling,
The Seven Seas' refrain.

Without body a soul's nude,
As a body's nude without a shirt:

No thought's forthcoming, no good,
No idea's born and no word.

A question that has no answer:
Whoever can come back

From the floor where no dancer
Was ever to leave track?

I dream of another soul,
In quite a different garb:

While shifting between dole
And hope, it burns up,

Like alcohol, and goes
Away, casts no shadow

And just leaves as mementoes
The lilacs smelling of meadow.

Run on, my child, do not lament
The fate of poor Eurydice,

Just keep on driving to globe's end
Your copper hoop for all to see.

As long as answering to your step,
However slight might be a tone,

The earth sends signals gay and pep
To every energetic bone.

Mom, the kerosene stove is smoking.

What?

Everything will depend on him.

Do you think a sore throat could
have such an after-effect?

A sore throat has nothing to do
with it.

- This is a common case.
- Common?

A mother dies suddenly,
then the man's wife and child...

A few days and the man is no more,
though he was quite healthy.

But no one died in his family.

There're such things as conscience...
memories...

What memories have to do it with it?

- You think he's guilty of something?
- He thinks so.

Leave me alone.

- Did you say something?
- Leave me alone!

I just wanted to be happy.

And what's going to happen to your
mother if you don't get up?

It's nothing, everything will be
all right...

Everything will be...

Would you rather have a boy
or a girl?

The End