Don Quixote (Дон Кихот)

LENFILM

DON QUIXOTE

Screenplay by Ye. SHVARTS based on the novel by Cervantes

Directed by G. KOIINTSEV

Cinematography by A. MOSKVIN, A. DUDKO

Production Designers Ye. YENEY, N. ALTMAN

Music by Kara KARAYEV

Starring

Don Quixote - N. CHERKASOV Sancho Panza - Yu. TOLUBEYEV

Housekeeper - S. BIRMAN Niece - S. GRIGORYEVA

Curate - V. MAKSIMOV Barber - V. KOLPAKOV

Aldonza - L. KASYANOVA Altisidora - T. AGAMIROVA

Carrasco - G. VITSIN

Duke - B. FREINDLIKH Duchess - L. VERTINSKAYA

Maritornes - G. VOLCHEK Peasant Woman - O. VIKLAND

Shepherd - A. BENIAMINOV Andres - S. TSOMAYEV

Reading again.

It's amul, dear Senor.

Senor Curate. Senor Barber. You're here.

Thank God. Come in, please.

Let's hurry, my dear Senor.

Please don't cy, Senora Niece.

Medicine believes that tears

are the precious nectar of a human body,

which it's more healthful to retain than shed.

How can the poor thing help crying

when our life has taken such a sad turn?

Those accursed books have ruined the soul of our senor.

Do not condemn all books indiscriminately, woman.

Condemn the books of chivalry only.

Curse on you, books of chivalry!

Our senor read one book - and nothing, he read three and took to thinking,

he read seven and said

that he should make a knight-errant of himself.

And today at supper, after eating fried eggs with bacon,

he renounced his family name of Alonso Quixano

and called himself Don Quixote of La Mancha.

And locked himself up in the library.

That's why we took the liberty of waking you in the middle of the night

in order to find out, with your help, what he's doing there.

Let's go and peek in together.

Come on. We're afraid to go alone.

O Holy May, have mercy!

Where did the poor man get a knight's armour?

He found it in the attic.

It was his grandfather's, the shield - his great-grandfather's, and this...

Uncle showed these antiquities to me when I was a little girl.

Senor Barber, you're a learned man.

Does it really mean that books

can make a man lose his wits?

It all depends on the blood make-up.

Some, while reading, give themselves up to reflection.

Those people have thick blood.

Others cy, their blood is watery.

And our hidalgo's blood is fiery!

He believes any foolish invention of a writer

as if it's Holy Writ.

It terrifies me even to think where this faith of the hidalgo

may lead him.

I hear the sound of trumpets.

The drawbridge's going to be lowered

and Dulcinea will come out onto the balcony.

Where are you, accursed girl?

Aldonza!

Aldonza, you accursed wench, where's the water?

Senor Quixano? You're up so early, like a common peasant.

Excuse my impertinence, Senor.

I meant to say, like a bird of heaven.

We've got very happy news, Senor!

Our cow had mo calves at once!

Both look so healthy, only very skinny, just like your worship.

Forgive me, the ignorant girl, I'm so happy I don't know what I'm saying.

Father's gone mad with joy, too. Do you hear?

Do you hear him bellowing?

I'll kill you, accursed girl!

Coming!

- Goodbye, Senor. - Goodbye.

The most noble of all noble ladies.

Ignorant people believe you're a common farm-girl.

You're more beautiful and kind than any princess.

Books opened up the truth to me.

You're not Aldonza, you're Dulcinea.

The evil magician Friston has cast a spell over you.

I swear I won't put my sword back in its sheath

until I lift that spell.

O, my only love,

Dulcinea del Toboso!

It's hard to find more stubborn a man than you in all La Mancha.

I'm ordering you now, answer me!

I want to say "yes", Senor.

I want it so much that

I can hardly keep myself from saying it.

Say to me a few words in your knightly language

and I think I'll agree.

Listen, then, to what will be written about you and me

if tomorrow at dawn we set out from the village in quest

of great deeds and adventures.

"Scarce had the rubicund Apollo

spread o'er the face of the broad spacious earth

the golden threads of his bright hair,

scarce had the little birds attuned their notes

to hail the coming of the rosy Dawn..."

Sinner that I am, how beautiful it sounds!

"Scarce had all this happened in heaven and in woods,

when the renowned knight Don Quixote of La Mancha

mounted his celebrated steed Rocinante

and, accompanied by his faithful

and valiant esquire by the name of Sancho Panza..."

How true to life it is!

"Traversed La Mancha,

inspiring fear in the villains

and hope in the abused."

I guess I'll have to go, after all.

Your helmet is ready, Senor. Try it.

You put it on.

Feels nice!

I'm like a bird in a cage, only seeds are missing.

Sit down on the stump.

I'm sitting.

No, Senor,

I used to go hunting with you. I know how heavy a hand you've got.

- Put the helmet on. - I will, but later.

First we'll try the helmet without my head.

A cow was careful, and lived a life plentiful.

You silly man.

In a book about the feats of Knight Amadis of Gaul,

I found a recipe for a magic balsam that makes the armour unpierceable.

I brewed it and rubbed a whole bottle of it into the helmet!

Don't you believe books of chivalry?

How can I not believe them, Senor?

Yet, for starters, let's put the helmet here, on the stump.

Go ahead now, Senor.

Nothing personal, Senor, but I'm not going.

I need to think. Don't be angry with me, Senor.

My woman won't let me go. And a woman can out-argue the sea.

Besides, I don't know

how much you're going to pay me.

What are you talking about?

I'll make you governor of the very first island I win.

Before a month is over, you'll be governing your own island.

- I've wanted it for a long time. - You'll eat and drink from gold.

I've wanted to eat and drink, too.

Ah, come what may!

When are we going, Senor?

Tomorrow at dawn.

Do you hear the bells tolling for our future great deeds?

For great deeds they are, but not ours.

The sexton has an affair with a scullery maid from the next village.

He's summoning his doll to meet him.

Do you hear?

One, mo. In mo days.

One, mo, three. At three o'clock.

, Don't toll, sexton! Those who toll will never please their doll.

Enough blabbering, our procrastination endangers

the whole mankind.

That accursed rut!

No, Sancho, you shouldn't blame the rut.

I know better, Senor.

Our whole village curses that damned pothole.

My neighbour tells me, "Sancho, you should fill that damn thing."

And I say, "Why me? You do it!"

And he says, "And why me? And I say, "And why me?"

And he says, "And why me?" And I say, "And why me?"

- Enough, squire. - It's only the beginning of the story.

I say to my neighbour reasonably and justly: "Why me?"

And he gives me a silly and impertinent answer: "Why me?"

You must understand that this rut

was dug by the claws of a magician named Friston.

We'll have many a meeting with him,

but never will I step back or quaver.

Onward! Not a step back!

Oh, master, please forgive me!

Do you hear? Do you hear it, Sancho?

I do, Senor.

We'd better turn away, or we'll have to be eyewitnesses.

Follow me, dishonest man! Someone's weeping there!

I'll never do it again!

You robber! You murderer!

Where's my sheep?

Who will pay me for it, scoundrel? Answer me, rascal!

Oh, master, forgive me!

Discourteous knight, mount your steed and defend yourself!

Pedro, close in from the right! Antonio, beat him from behind!

Knives out! Axes out, too! Everything out!

Your worship, I'm doing nothing wrong!

I'm a farmer. I'm chastising my servant.

Release the child.

Where do you see a child? Your worship, he's not a child, he's a shepherd.

I understood. I'm releasing him, your worship.

Go, Andres. Go, my boy. You're free, Senor Andres.

- What about his pay? - What pay?

I know your kind. How much does he owe you?

For nine months, Senor.

He's lying!

- Pay him at once! - My money's at home, Senor.

I'll pay brother Andres as soon as we get home. Come on, my angel.

Swear that you'll pay him!

- I swear. - Swear better!

I swear by all the saints that I'll pay my dear Andres!

May I burn in hell