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But I'm an old woman,

and I'm afraid of everyone.

Hide me in the pigsty.

I'll lock myself in.

And he can be a wolf outside.

Mom.

Mom.

I'll go and take the pig in.

If I let it run away,

I'll be in big trouble.

No, no.

Water, water.

My throat is dry.

Where are you going?

Cool down, Tita.

We're lucky tonight.

The moon won't find us.

Is that him?

Saro!

Shut up.

Don't worry.

Don't worry.

I can't.

Are you scared?

Are you scared?

He's in pain.

Where are you going?

He needs help.

He's going to stop.

He's going to stop.

Don't listen to him!

Don't listen to him!

Go away! Go away!

Come away. Come away.

THE JAR:

That year was great

for the olives,

despite the fog that had oppressed

them during the blossoming.

Someone had expected it

and had ordered for his crop

a jar as big as an abbess

because the old enameled ones

were no longer sufficient for him.

Whose is this?

Don Lollo's.

Oh, we have arrived then.

I brought him this new jar.

You still have a long way to go.

But I don't know the directions.

Get back on the cart.

I'll show it to you.

Go, go.

You see that hill over there?

It's Don Lollo's.

If you go past that hill

and you'll get to the farm ,

it's Don Lollo's.

Then you go past the farm,

all the way down to the riverbed.

It's Don Lollo's.

Then you cross the riverbed,

and you go up the other hill.

Then you go down to the plane land,

and there you'll find Don Lollo

waiting for you.

What a great year!

Clean it then.

Stop it.

They're looking at us.

They're looking at you.

You're their Charlemagne.

Honestly, it makes me sad, Sara.

Why, what's the matter?

That God is unjust.

Do not swear.

Look at that kid.

He doesn't have anything,

yet he still has 60 years of life

ahead of him.

And I, who have all this,

how many years left might I have?

So, you don't like working for me?

I like it, Don Lollo, I like it.

Sing, then.

There it is!

There it is!

It's here, it's here!

It's here, it's here!

No, no, a little bit farther.

Here, here.

Listen, it sounds

like the Easter's bell.

Who did this?

Who did this?

Don Lollo!

Don Lollo, for Heaven's sake!

Let me go.

My poor jar,

what have they done to you?

Envy.

It was envy or infamy.

Where shall I find one like this?

Where?

It's my fault.

It's my fault.

Had I not left you alone,

you would still be healthy.

But now you're gone for good.

What am I going to do now?

Come on, look.

It can be repaired.

Only one piece came off.

It's a clean cut.

Maybe it was cracked.

It wasn't cracked.

It sounded like a bell.

And now I'll never hear it again.

Yes, you will.

You want me to believe in miracles?

There's still someone who does them.

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