Romance for Bugle Page #2

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You don't have a girl?

[Tonka's laugh]

No.

What to do with such a boy...

No.

[a bugle playing]

We have to say goodbye

to each other.

[a bugle playing]

I like you very much too.

[a bugle playing]

[laugh]

- I'll be gone immediately.

- Wait a moment at least.

No, I'v got to go,

they'd look for me.

- I've only come to say goodbye.

- We can always do that.

When are you going off?

Tomorrow or day after that.

Shall we see each other then?

Tomorrow and after that in a year.

When we'll come.

If you'll be at home on holiday.

How come, in a year?

That's not possible.

That's not possible.

No, please, wait.

Let's stay like this.

- Don't worry about the lunch, granma,

I'll be eating at the farmer. - Yeah.

Vojta!

I'll be waiting for you

for the second time.

- You don't have to.

- You're a fool!

Look, I'll be there earlier today.

- I thought it's yours.

- [laugh] Well, a sister.

You do like me the most, don't you?

- I still see you with her.

- She wouldn't go to bed without me.

Show yourself...

She should be here by now.

- There she goes.

- I see.

You've slept well, you look very good,

mrs. head forester.

He's after stroke,

he walks only in limbus.

He still sees his old friends

who are dead.

We have to say goodbye to each other,

we're going tomorrow.

Tomorrow? Why?

Well, it's dead here.

We'll never see

each other again?

Don't die on me.

Me?

Nice hands.

What's nice about them?

Five fingers, like everyone else's.

Could you come this evening?

I don't know yet.

Rufle the mister. [laugh]

I have to see you,

I'll wait for you at the pond.

Home.

I have to go home.

Wait.

Have some rest and

we'll go on tomorrow.

Why are you so angry on me?

C'mon.

Home!

Home.

[fair music playing]

[water fizzling]

[distant fair music]

[fair music]

[music, noise]

Father:
It's running, it's flying,

like at Pepa from Prague.

Hanging, whirling, swinging

and at world funnily looking.

It's beginning mr. sandwich,

it's beginning!

We'll go there and back,

we'll be back after two feasts!

What a fun!

Pay attention, dear travellers,

we're increasing speed!

We'll fly from a top to top,

carefully with your bum...

...per hats,

so that they won't fly away.

It's a ride of love,

the wind ruffles your hair.

The lady here says that nothing lasts

forever, nor a love to a girl.

And that's why we have to end.

Who liked it,

can stay,

who didn't,

can stay twice.

Hey, hey, our marry-go-round

calls you!

[music playing]

Give me another rifle.

[boys laughing]

[boys laughing]

It's running, it's flying,

like at Pepa from Prague.

We'll fly from a top to top,

carefully with your bum...

...per hats,

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