Birds, Orphans and Fools Page #3

Just right.

Life is beautiful!

What do I need gloves for?

What good are they to me?

Hey, Partisans, Germans,

come out and nothing will happen to you.

The war ended twenty years ago! Twenty!

Look!

What did you say?

How many years ago did the war end? You!

Say, how many!

It's been twenty years now!

I don't believe that, I don't.

You're crazy or something...

I know people like you.

I don't believe. Fascist everywhere!

Do you know who Stefanik was?

A soldier. A general. Was he born here?

He died here. Yes.

Once when he was flying over here

bad people shot him down.

He had a plane?

He did. We were a rich family.

Was he really your father?

Don't you believe me? I never saw him.

All that he left me was a statue

and madness.

And your mother?

My mother... Well...

She was killed by those

who are said to be rational.

But it was a long time ago, wasn't it,

Andrew?

Yes.

My parents were killed in Poland

by fools.

Mine were killed by Jews.

Jews, you understand?!

Mhm...

Our parents killed each other

and we became orphans.

Oh, oh, oh, oh...

Aa... aaa... It stings...

You don't have to cover your eyes

anymore.

It'll help you catch the birds.

To my health, Andrew.

No, no, I can't.

Drink. Have a drink!

Drink, you hashish!

Excellent!

What are you doing? Let me go!

Don't be crazy! Don't be crazy!

I put sleeping pills into the wine.

Why?

Because I want you.

I want you, Martha, I do!

You are beautiful. Beautiful...

You are beautiful... And you...

Very beautiful... I want you...

I want to be with you...

But I am always with you...

Martha... Yes... Yes... Martha...

Forever and ever...

He's sleeping like a baby, look!

You hurt him sometimes.

I feel sorry for him.

Do you know how old he is?

And he hasn't had a girl yet.

Friendship is a good thing.

Why are you telling me that?

Why, Yorick?

You should make love to him.

You wouldn't mind?

I like Andrew.

Why did you tell me you loved me?

Because I love you.

Love cannot be selfish.

And so the seal of shame cannot be

washed from my name

and my face is covered by a layer of

someone else's dirt.

Like the painters hand,

stained with paint.

Oh, have compassion and let me become

another.

Happiness is a white house...

It is a railroad man

and two white goats...

Happiness is...

I like Martha.

Happiness is...

a railroad man sleeping on the grass.

Tell her to sleep with me.

What... so suddenly?

Don't forget she's Jewish.

And you're a virgin.

And virginity suits you well.

Understand?

I know.

Oh my Yorick, where are your cartwheels

and fireworks of humour?

Was she talking to me?

There's not one left now

for you to blaspheme...

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