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Glue me down finally like a stamp.

Lick me like a postage stamp.

Stick me where I belong.

- Don't ask whether you may...

- Come here, Milada.

Don't do this.

It's nonsense.

Lift your leg.

Straighten your legs.

Olinka, I'm sorry to say this

but it looks like we have to part.

Your leg has healed beautifully.

It shouldn't feel any different now.

If we continue your

rehabilitation as we've been doing,

the pain will disappear as well.

- Any pain?

- No.

- I don't want to go home.

- You don't?

- This doesn't hurt?

- No.

You prefer to be in a

room with little kids

who watch the same

fairytale over and over?

- Any pain?

- No.

I want to stay here.

My leg is still sore.

You did have a compound

fracture, twice reset.

It will hurt from time to time.

I hate it at home.

What are you saying?

What would your mum think?

I don't want to go home.

I'm scared to go home.

But you weren't scared of the operation.

It's my mum.

You're afraid of your mum?

I didn't fall out of a tree.

- She made that up.

- Just a minute.

Why would she do that?

Because she threw me down the stairs.

I don't want to go home.

I'm scared she'll do it again.

Go to your room now and wait there.

The doctor and I need to talk.

But I want to stay.

We'll have a chat and

see what we can do, okay?

Off you go, Princess.

She's lying.

- You think she made that up?

- It's all lies.

- None of it is true.

- Really?

She's been telling me

some incredible stories.

She'll be a writer. She has talent.

She wrote something and

gave it to me to read.

- About some Ariadne.

- Who?

That's what she calls herself

in the stories she writes.

That's what she does.

- Doctor...

- Hello.

I know it's not much

but please accept this.

- You shouldn't have.

- You did a fantastic job.

She walks beautifully.

She's told me how kind you all were,

how much you've helped her.

- I don't know how to thank you.

- Thank you.

Betyna!

- You have golden hands.

- Mrs Pokorna...

Could I have a word with Olinka?

- Is anything wrong?

- It's just a formality.

Come with me.

Here's something for

you. Something little.

It smells lovely. Thank you.

Thank you.

Why are you doing this?

Would you like to explain?

- Why do you write to me?

- I don't.

Haven't you written to me?

- So it wasn't you.

- No.

I see. It wasn't you,

it was Ariadne, right?

Who's that?

You will stop writing to me.

No more letters from Ariadne.

Understood?

One more letter and there'll be trouble.

Now get going.

I don't want you here again. Get out.

Are you joking? I can't do that.

It's no joke.

You can do it.

We'll get something

to eat and we can talk.

But I know them. I'm not impartial.

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