Life on the Hortobagy Page #3
- Year:
- 1937
- 79 min
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He/yh-ho, her shepherd /0 verS
cloak will keep her cosy.
- A pretty couple.
- Yes.
- You stand there and look on'?
- He took her...
- Why didn't you take her'?
- You are right!
Now the gypsy must play
something for Juliska and me.
Stop! Now you play for me.
Don't stop, play on!
- Now he plays for me.
- Play on.
- Now he plays for me...
- For you'?
- He will play for me!
- No!!
That's enough. You shall not
dance anymore with my Juliska.
My Britannica cigar,
it fei/ out 0f m y pocket
And me I fe/l out too,
0f m y sweethea/TS fa vor,
But fallen out 0r no,
/'// not be long bereft; though,
For down in the new cofiee house,
gay music sets the tone there.
We must cover the machine.
A storm is brooding.
Is Jancsi with the horses?
He left this morning
with his bicycle.
He'll get it! Nowl must
go to the herd.
Give me my fur,
the storm is coming.
- Fetch the pincers out of the pit.
- I am bringing them.
Stand clear! The beams are
shifting! Free the horse!
Give me a rope.
Stay with the herd, I am going to
the gas, the drill has collapsed.
The drill has collapsed!
Help here!
I must put out the fire!
He is alive.
Thank God!
The drill has collapsed,
Jancsi is sure to be there.
Hurry!
My boy Jancsi is dead.
No, he's alive, but we must
carry him to the tent.
Now Jancsi, have you had
enough machines'?
No, father,
I want to be a mechanic.
Can you understand that'?
Let him be. If our sons
don't take over the machines,
they will lose the
Puszta altogether.
- Where is Crane, my horse'?
- Struck dead by the beam.
- Crane'?
- Yes.
Come on, Uncle lmre,
let's bury him.
- Father, you and Mihly bury him.
- All right, Jancsi.
- I am off to put him on the cart.
- I shall come in a moment.
- Can you see something'?
- No.
Iam sure something
has happened.
Look afterthe kid; I am off
to bury Crane.
Do so.
Mr. Mechanic.
It needs some oil.
It would make no sense
to give oats to Daru -
he will not stir anymore.
Now you too
belong to the machine.
- I will do my best, Mr. Mechanic. And our
machine must live always. - Okay, Jancsi.
Iam sorry for the fine horse.
As for you, you'll get
- What'?
- Juliska!
Wow, I can't believe it!
cooked my soup alone,
but it has never been
so good as today.
- May I marry Mihly'?
- You may not you must.
N0 mothers e/derdown 0f
silk does she need to c0 ver her,
He/yh-ho, her shepherd /0 verS
cloak will keep her cosy.
He/yh-ho, no mother it was
who raised this lift/e lass/e
N0 mothers e/derdown 0f
silk does she need to c0 ver her
He/yh-ho, her shepherd /0 verS
cloak will keep her cosy.
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