Enemies: A Love Story Page #2

I can't tell the difference anymore.

You're starting again.

What is burning?

- Masha, I smell

something is burning.

- Nothing is burning, Mama.

She blames me for

everything that happens.

That's right.

The whole world is-is sane...

- and it's only

your mother that's crazy.

- Don't put words in my mouth.

You listen to how

she's carrying on?

She always has to say

something contrary.

She's just like her father.

May he rest in peace

in the Garden of Eden.

- [Coughing]

- Masha? Masha?

Water. [Coughs]

It's her fault, you know. It's all

her fault. She wouldn't let me die.

I thought she was dead too.

And then one day, she finds me.

The next day, she's already

talking back to me.

Then she marries this man,

this Leon Tortshiner.

Oy. Is that a charlatan!

You know, my daughter, she can

read the most difficult books.

When it comes to people,

she doesn't know her hands

from her feet.

Now look. She's left sitting here,

a deserted wife.

If I want to get married,

I won't wait for a divorce.

Oh... [Sniffs] What is

happening with that stove?

Masha, I smell there's

something burning here!

Look at this! Oh, my God!

There isn't a drop of water

left in this pot!

If God could allow the Jews

of Europe to be killed...

what reason

is there to believe...

he would prevent the

extermination of Jews in America?

God doesn't care.

- Right, Herman?

- Who knows?

Will you leave Herman alone?

First you burn the meat...

and now you're bothering and

pestering him with these questions.

Maybe suffering

is an attribute of God.

Mama baked some cookies.

I'll bring you some.

- No. First he has to eat the compote.

- What's the difference what he...

- Stop it.

Stop fighting. What...

- It all gets mixed up.

Will you two stop quarreling?

If you two can't

live together peacefully...

how can there ever be

peace on the Earth?

The last two people on Earth,

they would kill each other.

How can you understand God?

- You shouldn't argue

with her so much.

- She infuriates me.

She's more devoted to material

things than any atheist.

First she tells me

to marry Leon Tortshiner...

because he brings her

little cakes.

Later, she finds fault with him.

God knows why.

What difference

was it to me who I marry?

After all I'd been through,

what would it matter?

Speaking of marriage,

how is your little peasant?

Did you tell her you were

on a book-selling trip again?

- Tonight, I'm in Philadelphia.

- And what happens

if she finds out about us?

- She'll never find out about us.

- There's always the possibility.

She will never separate us.

If you can spend so much

time with an illiterate goose...

perhaps you don't need

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