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Alexander Brodsky the architect of suffering, nostalgia, loneliness and flight

One of the most unpleasant situations for me is to have to deal with a stupid, smart-ass man who gives you life advice and demands, even in the smallest percentage, gratitude.

I'm not trying to put anyone in that situation. I have sorrows, but no complexes. I have fulfillments and I have other people's joy, because I have loves and longings. I have answers (to almost all the questions!), but my quests, my thirst are beyond my answers.

Between my sufficiency and my thirst stretches a bridge of voids - wordless questions, mists of expectations, fears, loneliness. The bridge crumbles, the days of worry and longing. The night lifts the crumbling, the bridge stretches between yesterday and tomorrow, between there and here, between what we are and what we should be, being - not being.

What have we left there? The nights of rocking, the nights of sadness and worry and the house of the dead. So many dead, some mine, some yours. Some across the border, some here. The border between them and us, between me and you. What have I here? The unfulfilled longings there.

I believed in building the church, looking for its hermitages. The herminia has been stolen! It wasn't the church's herminia that was destroyed, but that of friendship, trust, respect. It took me until I understood: he wrote "erminia" copying from the saints and didn't understand that erminia grows in hearts. Not in the thieving heart, in the warm, kind, tender, frightened heart. The erminia of the church is the erminia of love in your heart, meeting my heart, our heart.

Andrei Rubliov-Tarkovsky: let us not frighten them, let us caress them, let us not frighten them, let us love them, let us not frighten them, let us love Him, let us find Him, let us give Him.

Andrei, what about the dead? Andrei! Siberia, the Cossacks, Bessarabia, the Urals, the trains, the escape, Aiud, Sighet. Andrei! Andrei! Adrian, do you hear? Wolf-man, man. The wolf.

Her erminia, of love painted, built, sung. I sing and forgive. I sing. I cannot forgive, I'm afraid: Ukraine, Katin, Suceava, Silesia, Poland. Hungary, the Czech Republic. Andrei? What to do, Andrei!