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-That's illegal for white people.

but, you said America was a free country.

Yes, but this particular trade

is illegal for white people.

I'll go all the same.

-How much is the fare?

-About 200 riksdaler.

Ah Hell. . . !

200 riksdaler?

I'll never be able to get that much.

-You don't have enough for the fare.

-We have forgotten about the highway!

No, no one can walk to America.

-Is there no way?

-No, America is an island.

The god-damn ocean.

Last year our harvest rotted away.

This year it's burning up.

We should manage on this till Christmas time,

I should think.

And what will we put on our bread afterwards?

-When will we die, mother?

-Only God knows that.

Dad has said that everyone will die.

There are a few drops.

Maybe we'll get a shower after all.

-Peek-a-boo!

-No, don't do that!

There's a fire.

There's a fire in the outhouse!

You got what you wanted.

That's your punishment.

There was nothing we could do. .

Those few drops didn't help.

is this my little boy with his playhouse?

Sneaking away from your work,

you devils lazybones!

oh my god. . . oh my god !

Oh my god !

What is it?

. . .find a good Christian husband. . .

-Robert, what is it?

-My ear hurts.

What should I do?

Will have to try some spirits on a piece of wool.

This is going to sting at first,

but it will soon pass.

There. . . that's it.

It helped a little.

but it's still noisy.

It sounds like there's a whole ocean in there.

-Can you hear it?

-No.

Are you home so soon?

Karl Oskar?

What's the matter?

I broke the plough.

On a big stone bastard.

-The soil here is cursed.

-There is no need for profanity.

Can't you fix the plough?

Everything falls to pieces,

no matter how hard you work.

and there just keeps getting more and more of us.

-Leave the worries to God.

He's not going to feed the children

if we sit here with our hands in our laps.

Is it God's responsibility to feed

all the children you produce?

Don't blame God for impregnating your wife.

My dear, sweetness. . . I have never denied

my part in this.

You complain about us multiplying,

as though it were my fault!

I have never blamed you, Kristina?

But you never say anything.

So what am I supposed to think?

Don't you know that you are dearer to me

than anything else in the world, Kristina.

-Do you care for me as you once did?

-Of course I do. You know that.

We have to agree, the two of us.

We have to help each other.

There is no one else to help us.

Poor child, how he has beaten you !

Come in, Karl Oskar. Look at this.

-Who has done this?

-It was Aaron.

I was driving a load of beats

when I broke the axel.

He beat me with a fencepost.

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