The Peach Thief Page #3

Come on, man it's your turn.

What's going on there?

Sergeant, here comes...

the colonel.

Now we have it coming!

Lieutenant Obrenovitch!

Why didn't you salute?

Regulations say:

"Wherever he may be

a Serb officer is always on service."

Too much drinking?

I was waiting for you, my friend.

- Did you attack?

- No.

So you think like me?

- She thinks like you.

- What?

That there's no use.

Forgive me, my friend.

She deserves...

You don't want to talk?

It's a pity.

Listen then,

I was five, when...

I know!

When you were 5 years old,

your father, Major de Greville,

took you to the cadets.

I know this!

No more of it, please!

No, Iv... No.

When I was five

my grandpa, General de Greville,

sent me to buy him...

Cigarettes...

It was raining like now.

Such a rain...

The streets were real torrents.

And do you know what I did?

I tore up the pack

and dropped the cigarettes

one by one in the water.

They floated far, far away...

Tired... when the whole nation lies

in the trenches.

One can't think of resting.

Perhaps it isn't so hopeless?

The papers say nothing.

Say what?

They just deceive the people

as usual.

You used to believe them.

I'm afraid we'll loose this war too.

Hope it doesn't happen like in Russia.

Do you remember how you said it?

"The mask of kindness and suffering."

I was not myself.

Why?

- They're ugly.

- No, lovely!

Rough and crooked.

It was your fingers I fell in love first.

The special way you spread them

when saying good-bye.

I'm not going yet.

Ivo!

- Why?

- I'm ill...

Your hands are hot.

Might by typhus.

I don't want to live without you.

My love! My treasure!

English, Serbian, Romanian...

And this eagle?

Austrian.

Why an Austrian too?

Buttons don't fight each other.

What's wrong?

My head will simply burst.

- Say again...

- What?

Do you love me? Don't you know?

Tell me!

I love you. For ever! To the end!

Want me to say it again?

No...

- Does it hurt?

- No.

Lisa, we must decide.

We must get away from here.

You're a child, indeed.

Let's run away one night.

Will you? The war will soon be over.

I've waited so long now,

that I can't believe it will end.

He's obedient, isn't he?

Like you.

True, I'm tied too, hands and feet.

You protest?

Soldiers don't protest. Its forbidden.

I won't stand in your way.

No, you misunderstood me.

You are free indeed.

I meant something else.

What?

I've often thought before protesting

one should grasp the truth.

Get rid of the lies

that mislead us constantly.

May be finally people will realize this?

Yes, that happens quickly

despite those that are against.

Who?

Of your husband, for example.

Why are you offended?

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