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He hears snatches of conversation; the wind singing under the thatched eaves; the rustle of twigs . . . the full-throated, happy cry of swallows in the evening air. His eyes are filled with helpless anguish, like someone who has suddenly lost the power of speech at the very moment when he is about to say something terribly important, something crucial to everyone who might hear it.

FROM THE SCREENPLAY

“ANDREI RUBLËV” BY ANDREI TARKOVSKY,

TRANSLATED BY KITTY HUNTER BLAIR