Felix and Otilia Page #2

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Well that's it... what idea.

Otilia,

maybe Mr. Felix wants to sleep.

Sure.

Chip over chip...

What's that chip over chip?

Are you drowse?

You want to sleep. Let's go!

Lord, I do not know where to bed you.

We forgot to prepare you a room.

You'll sleep at me tonight. Let's go!

You know, I knew Mr. Felix's father.

- He is from lassy.

- Yes, yes. You know him?

- How not?

- He resembles him a little.

He was a very nice man and

above all hardworking and ambitious.

His poor mother

was a sick woman all her life.

He is young...

he will cope.

- Costache...

- When you are young you can handle it.

- I must talk to you as your sister.

- Yes...

- Because I see that you are not cautious.

- What do I have?

Well, from now on we are old

and no more to time to wait.

- Wait what?

- God forbid, but death comes!

Whose death?

Really Felix,

I don't know where to bed you.

I am going to ask daddy.

You wait here, okay?

- You do not mind, right?

- No, no.

Gotcha, you stole.

- I do not cheat...

- What about you, Stan?

- Relisor, eldmother, you don't understand?

- I'm ill, seriously ill.

- What's with that handkerchief?

Wet it mother, wet it with cold water

so I can put it to my heart!

- Are you sick at heart?

- Yes...

I suffer from heart too

and I feel it.

Get out there with your heart ill!

You start again with that blah?

But you, how come?

I didn't hear that before.

I'm sick, doctors didn't give me

much to live.

I kept my ill hidden

to not upset Olimpia.

Not to reveal the dark future.

I was noble, but you don't cherish me.

- The blights aggravated the illness.

- In fact what happened?

Relisor, my baby,

my little angel...

What, you do not know the mother?

He fell out of bed. He fall out.

The child has been tossed.

Maybe he was sick.

What you talking about?

He was hale and hearty.

He remained alone in the room,

fell on the floor and died.

Olimpia, I'm very mad at you.

Never happened in our family such a shame.

You should think well

before having a child.

You lived together for the last year...

And you Stanica...

- Yes, Mother...

- You do not want to do wedding.

Stanica run all day, poor him.

Nowadays, it is hard with the Bar.

Somebody promised him a job

but so far...

Maybe Mr. Pascalopol can find something

for you, with all the connections he have.

I will try.

Look mother, whatever is

I cannot stand to be aggrieved.

I'm the oldest of the sisters,

so I kindly ask you to give me my share.

I don't ask for anything for me,

just for her.

Simon is to be blamed for this entire affair.

He doesn't want and doesn't want!

What do you say, Mr. Simon?

Do not give anything. She has a man,

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