Pather Panchali Page #2

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won't the original works

of Harihar Ray be as well?

Of course.

And as a scholar,

you'll be respected in the village.

What could be better?

You'll educate the boy...

give him his sacred thread,

teach him to worship the gods.

Durga will find a good husband.

Two good meals a day,

new clothes twice a year -

what more could we want?

We'll have all that and more.

My ancestors were writers,

after all.

They left a legacy

that can't be ignored.

Just wait two years.

My debts will be paid off

and the house repaired,

and you won't have to fix

spinach and rice every day!

How about that?

Apu! Aren't you up yet?

Apu, aren't you going

to school?

Wake up.

Durga.

Durga, get Apu up.

He has to get ready for school.

He's still snoring away.

Only half a pot, ma'am.

Are you feeding the cow enough?

Apu, get up.

"Deep in the heart of Janasthan..."

Hey!

Why are you getting up again?

How many more times

must you dampen your eraser?

Sit down.

"Deep in the heart of Janasthan..."

Puti, what do you want?

One paisa of puffed rice.

Hand over the money.

"...stands the mighty

mountain Prasravan...

its lofty summit...

crowned

by ever drifting clouds...

that ceaseless gales...

urge along

the pathways of the sky..."

How are you, Prasanna?

Welcome, Mr. Majumdar!

Dear me!

It's a trap to kill people!

- Hello there.

- How's everything?

Just fine.

Come in, come in.

You've spread quite a net, eh?

How many little fish

have you caught now?

There were eight.

A new boy just arrived.

The proverbial nine jewels!

Apu, what are you smiling about?

Is this a theater?

My grandson will end up

behind a plow too.

You were saying, sir?

Seen any good

traveling troupes lately?

I did see

the Trailokyatarini company.

Gupe, what are you doing?

The next village over

booked a very good company.

I'll thrash you!

They thought

they could score one on us,

but they didn't reckon

with Badyi Majumdar!

I've booked

the finest troupe ever seen.

Mr. Chakravarti!

Let me have a little oil.

Just a bit.

I haven't put you down

for a contribution yet,

but in times of need

one can expect a favor, right?

Of course.

Don't forget your friend

Badyi Majumdar.

Mr. Chakravarti, wait!

Here.

When this troupe's

drummer plays,

it sounds like thunder.

You don't say.

Mr. Chakravarti, about

your subscription for the festival...

Sote!

Show me your slate!

Bring me his slate!

Bring it here!

What's this?

This is what you do

during dictation?

Come here,

you little scoundrel!

Hold out your hand!

What are you doing?

What did you take?

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