My Joy Page #3
- What?
- Listen...
...don't be angry.
The devil took us. It happens.
We saw a car in the field.
It looked abandoned.
So we decided to have a look.
We just didn't notice you.
Well...
...what do you need now?
Nothing.
Come and sit with us.
It's warm over there...
...and the potatoes are ready.
Otherwise it's an unhappy situation.
We'll feel guilty.
Come on, okay?
He's been mute since childhood.
He's a bit stupid.
People say his dad was killed...
...and something snapped inside him.
But who knows?
Leave him be.
A lot of things happened here.
Who's to say?
- No.
- Why not.
I'm driving, right?
Come off it!
I won't drink.
Well, it's your business.
Mute doesn't drink either.
When he does
he really goes crazy.
Listen, since you're not drinking,
maybe you have some salt?
We dug out some potatoes,
but salt doesn't grow here.
No, guys, I don't have salt.
That's just the way it is.
They'll do, anyway.
Where does this road lead?
- What road?
- The one somewhere around here.
I came out of the woods
and lost my way.
It's not a road, it's direction.
- Nowhere.
- What do you mean, nowhere?
Like I say, nowhere.
It's a dead-end,
an accursed dead-end.
- But it must lead somewhere.
All right.
If I need to get out of here...
I go back through the woods.
Then there's a village
and a fork in the road.
- Where do I go from there?
- I don't understand you.
Draw a picture, why don't you?
Guys...
Here is the field. And here...
...is the car.
These are the woods.
Here's the road through the woods
to the village.
The fork in the road is here.
Holy sh*t!
F*** you.
Move him aside. Come on.
F***, it's flour.
- What were you expecting, gold?
- Shut up, you idiot.
What about Mute?
He'll be fine.
He'll get back on his own.
We bothered that guy for nothing.
- Who's there?
- Friends.
Can we come in?
- We need to stay the night.
- That's understood.
Where can you go
when night's falling?
Do you have "Polizei" here?
No.
They haven't made it here.
We don't even have a warden.
We thrive untended, like the grass.
You'll be hungry.
Go ahead, eat.
- You haven't eaten in a while?
- Quite a while.
Here, I have some honey, too.
It's good with bread.
Honey, that's good.
Why do you live alone?
There's the two of us,
my son, Grishuta and me.
And where is your wife?
She died.
Our Mama died.
Her heart gave out.
It was hard.
You can imagine.
I brought her here.
...but she couldn't take it.
Her heart...
...gave out.
Have you come from far away?
From the very border.
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