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yourself and your daughter.

I have a husband.

I won't marry you.

You a wife of a Polish officer.

It spells death.

I told you

I have a husband!

- They are no more.

- What're you talking about?

I have letters from Andrzej,

who lives and will return.

Anna...

I know I don't

deserve your trust.

We just live

under the same roof.

I don't want anything for myself.

I'll tell you what

I've no right to say.

Wives of Polish

officers will go first.

Once, I wasn't able

to save my own family,

but I'd like to rescue

you and your daughter.

Please trust me.

Please.

- Take two.

- Yes, sir.

Let's go quick!

Nika!

- Where's my mommy?

- Quiet, Nika.

Open up!

Elzbieta Aleksandrowna?

Born in Krakow in 1 909?

The wife of the Polish Army

officer Kazimierz Ignatowicz?

Pack your things.

Jesus...

What happened?

Fire?

What're you doing here?

And you?

- I report, Comrade Captain.

- I live here.

- We've come to arrest...

- Who?

Who have you

come to arrest? Me?

No.

Here's a warrant.

Anna Aleksandrowna,

born May, 2, 1 91 0...

wife of the Polish

officer Andrzej...

has a daughter Weronika.

No such person lives here.

- How come?

- No such person has lived here.

For over a year.

I've lived here... alone.

- So we've come too late?

- Most likely.

Search somewhere else.

We certainly will.

Why is the girl crying?

Don't cry! Don't you want

to see your daddy? Be quick!

You're going

to your husband.

Niki.

Mommy,

not a peep from me.

I know, dear.

I know.

- Thank you.

- You must run away.

They'll be right back.

Thank you.

The German High Command

announces:

The situation near

Narvik hasn't changed.

German planes attacked

British marching columns

with MG fire and dispersed them.

Cracow,

Spring of 1 940

A British cruiser was

hit with a bomb...

My dear God...

You're here.

Are you happy, Granny,

we'll be living with you?

I am.

I'm happy...

my darling.

- Don't you have dolls, Grandma?

- Well, I didn't have a daughter.

This is your dad's teddy bear.

It was worst on the border.

I spent all my money and threw

in the ring from Andrzej to boot.

When was the last time

he wrote you?

In March. Everything

crossed out by the censor.

I'll show you.

Bring me the bag, Nika.

Any news from Father?

They let

- them write from Sachsenhausen?

- He writes in a way

not to provoke the censor.

That he's fine,

they feed them well,

and he'll be back soon.

- And you don't believe it?

- No...

Yes.

- I believe my misgivings.

- What do they tell you?

They've been

treating us too well.

Let us celebrate Xmas.

It's suspicious.

Don't tell anybody.

That 2nd lieutenant

tried to hang himself again.

The men are in bad shape.

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