Character: Andrey Rublev

People just need to be reminded more often that they are people. What are the Russians. One blood - one earth. Evil is everywhere. There will always be hunters to sell you for thirty pieces of silver. And more and more troubles are pouring on the peasant: either the Tatars three times in the autumn, then hunger, then pestilence. And he keeps working, working, working. He bears his cross humbly. He does not despair, but is silent and endures. He only prays to God for strength. Will not the Almighty forgive them for their darkness? After all, you yourself know - something doesn’t work out or you are tired, you are tormented, and suddenly, you will meet someone’s gaze in the crowd, a human one ... and as if you took communion. And everything is easier now. Is not it?