Wolyn Page #2
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No, it isn't. I am a teacher's son.
The Soviets attacked
from the other side.
Poland is no more.
If you you want to die,
do it for Ukraine.
Some more Ukrainians escaped.
Bury the dead, disperse
and return home safely.
This is my last order.
Well? What do you say?
She's so young.
Much younger than you, Corporal.
And what would I do with an old one?
I was drafted right after the wedding.
Right after?
So you didn't get a chance to dip it.
Hey... You snot.
I dipped it, all right.
And I swear I'll get back to her.
To them. I have children
from my first marriage.
- Godspeed.
- Godspeed.
It's good, isn't it?
- Take that off!
- Polish lords!
Give me that uniform!
- Well?
- The uniform!
- No!
- Take it off!
No... No!!!
Oles!
Oles, you little sh*t!
Franek, the cows.
One, two, thee, Oles caught a flea!
Hawryluk, when you're done,
cut the grass and load the chaff-cutter.
All right.
Franek, the cows!
Moshe? Be afraid.
You're hiding here again?
What, b*tch?
Moshe! Moshe!
There's vodka!
Have you got bacon?
I have been waiting for you...
And our...
Franek!
Who will tend the cows?!
You're not my mother!
You can't order me around.
Cross yourself.
You want to drink milk?
Then run to the pasture!
Mother says, the Soviets stole our hen.
Why did you let them do it?
Enough.
Don't make them call her "mother."
Their mother died.
This is my house, not yours.
I do what I please.
I'll feed the cows.
Nothing is done properly here!
Don't you mind the old hag.
She'll get used to you.
Oh Lord,
bless us and these Thy gifts,
which we are about to receive.
In the name of the Father,
and of the Son, and of the Holy Ghost.
We are going to have a baby.
Praised be the Lord.
To our son.
How do you know it's a son?
Keep your eyes off her
or you won't recognize yourself
in the mirror.
- Is he back?
- What do you want?
You're married.
What are you looking for?!
- Is he back or not?
- Not!
Where have you been?!
At my parents'.
- Brought them some eggs.
- You were in Zawodzie.
In Hapyna's house.
I went to her because...
she's a midwife.
To ask if we can...
What?
You know...
I hear the school is open.
I can give your kids a lift.
To school?
Zofia?
Are you all right?
Nothing's changed since yesterday.
You saw each other, right?
Yesterday? Ah, yeah.
Kids, new times, a new teacher.
We'll see what language
you'll end up speaking.
Get changed.
I need you to help
with the cabbage at noon.
And you fry me some eggs.
On bacon.
We won't need this.
It's a superstition.
Just like your little crosses
and medallions.
Take them off and put
them on the desk.
You're alive...
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