Bittere Ernte Page #2

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and won't give it away.

But Rubin is a Jew.

Although he arranged cleverly that

the municipality manages his property,

no law allows such a thing.

The law!

The authorities don't know

anything about that.

But somebody told them.

Who?

I trust him.

Look, the municipality has to unblock

all the Jewish property for lease

for five years.

You know how it is.

I was talking to the town council.

If they get enough out of it,

your application will be accepted.

Immediately.

You'll lease the whole property,

and then we'll share. Fifty-fifty.

Mr. Wolny, just think about it!

There are 2,000 trees in the garden.

There's a drying system

and a jam factory.

Don't forget, Mr. Wolny,

Rubin has got a lot of money

out of the garden.

And now there is war.

There's a lack of everything.

I guarantee you that we'll both be rich,

and it's completely legal.

And after the war you can buy the

garden, as far as I'm concerned.

I won't claim it.

But the right of ownership

will always be Rubin's.

But there won't be a Rubin anymore.

Why not?

They say that he lives well-hidden.

It's sad to say, but they'll catch

them all. That's for sure.

Nobody will survive.

For me, what God has given me is enough.

Mr. Wolny, you can't

really be so stupid.

A cow is sick. Well, if it's so

important to you, let's do it.

We'll have to show our gratitude.

You'll have to feed some hungry wolves

to make sure that there

are no difficulties.

Don't worry.

You shouldn't lie uncovered.

It's too cold in here

with these temperatures.

It says 40 degrees.

You need to put on this shirt

and take yours off. Here.

You're too sweaty. Now, take off...

Holy mother of God,

what should I do with her?

You need to put on this shirt.

Do you understand?

Come on, come on.

Please put on this shirt.

No!

My God, you can't... You can't get sick.

You must understand, I can't call

a doctor. What would I tell him?

Come on, come on. Here.

Be reasonable. Get up.

Please get up. Okay.

Okay.

And now we put on this shirt.

Okay.

Okay.

So, there...

Just a moment, just a moment.

Come on. Carefully.

Come on. Please, miss, come on.

Come on.

Now.

Now lay down.

Covered.

Please, you have to lay covered.

This way...

Okay.

Now it's good.

Forgive me. Forgive me.

While others suffer,

I increase my holdings.

"Render unto Caesar

the things which are Caesar's,

"and unto God the things

that are God's. "

Wealth is no sin.

To show no compassion is sinful.

I thought...

I'm planning to donate an organ

to our church.

Every sacrifice that comes from

the heart is agreeable to our lord.

But beware of arrogance.

Repent of your sins.

You can't bribe God.

What else, my son?

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