EndMOSFILM
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