Ashes and Blood

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Come on, Mira. Come on.

Mira! Pashko! Ismal!

Run!

ASHES AND BLOOD:

My windows broken. Think it's funny?

Mrs Praquin, it isn't our fault!

It was the wind.

Sure, blame the wind!

I know what I see.

How did we break it?

No idea! But with all the noise

you Sikiases make...

So the problem's your ears,

Mrs Praquin, not your window.

You're a family of savages!

What did you say? Repeat that.

I know what I see.

Stop it!

Pashko! Ismal! Come inside.

You let that madwoman insult us?

She accuses us and you defend her.

We even mend her window too.

What are you talking about?

What is it?

Mrs Praquin...

Mrs Praquin?

The wind blew,

her window opened

and a pane of glass broke.

She says it was us.

So what? It's not true.

I know, but Mum's going

to mend it anyway.

Mum...

She forgets, she forgives

and she mends.

Personally, I'd ram the glass

into her throat.

Begin with violence

and you must use it until the end.

Pass me the small pan, please.

You'll out yourself with that knife.

You know that "blood is never lost".

Don't say that!

It's your favourite proverb!

I say it when necessary.

You don't believe it anymore?

Good night.

Pashko shouldn't work at night.

Let us help you.

I don't need your help.

Besides, I already set

those hoodlums straight.

Who?

The Dupr boy and another.

I saw them at the park with Mira

and...

Nothing...

What do you mean?

I don't want Mira being bothered

or disrespected.

I sent them packing.

I'll talk to them.

Forget it. It's settled now.

Don't look at my family again.

Never speak to them again.

Not to anyone.

My mother, my sister or my brother.

Or I'll kill you.

Why didn't you read us this letter?

Why?

Why this time and not the others?

What's the big deal with this letter?

Tell us!

Your father's brother, Anton, has asked

us to his daughter's wedding.

When?

In October.

- You don't want us to go?

- No.

Why not?

You never want

to see your family again?

I no longer have a family.

What?

You don't like that music?

What happened to you?

An old matter about a broken window...

No! Don't tell me it was you!

The wind was you?

Are you hurt?

We're going!

No fanfare.

No trumpets for the prodigal's return?

Is it the right place?

Look!

It's an eagle.

Never do that!

Here, shooting an eagle

gets you killed.

Calm down.

Be very careful.

Here, everything is different.

Don't act like foolish children.

Don't think you're smarter.

Pay attention!

To what?

We can't guess everything!

Your father could help us.

Our dear, mysterious grandfather.

You swore not to mention him.

What are you saying?

Nothing, dear.

I'm asking your brothers

to do us proud.

I don't want anyone here to...

For everyone, Mira isn't...

She's like all the others.

I'm your Uncle Anton.

Do you remember me?

It's exactly the way I imagined it.

It's green...

It's black... Gold...

You sound like our poet Balzemir.

You know him?

She knows dozens.

She recites them to us.

She keeps saying,

"Listen, listen... "

I know your poem by Victor Hugo

by heart.

"Those who live are those who fight. "

Do you still learn that one?

I've never travelled so far before.

We used to go to the seaside

on holiday.

Cassis, Bormes-les-Mimosas...

It's pretty,

but I prefer the country.

- You don't...

- Mountains are too high.

...like the sea?

Water's too dangerous.

I like the earth!

You can hold it in both hands.

I like trees.

Is there a lot of snow in winter?

Yes.

You're stopping here?

I hate going slowly.

I'd rather stop a while,

then race to catch up with my father.

Overtake him.

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