Nobody's Daughter Page #3

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- Where do you want to go?

- To my mother.

Come on...

Stupid...she would've

suffocated by tomorrow.

Go and lie down... We'll

have to be up early.

Cover up with this.

The nights are chilly.

- Aren't you going to sleep?

- I will. Go to sleep.

Come here.

- Zsofka.

- I'm coming.

Don't bring that.

There.

Come.

Get the lye.

Don't forget about the

wool. All right.

Come here.

Stand still.

It stings!

Ouch, let go of me!

- It stings! Let go of me!

- Quiet, quiet...

There're Zsofka's slippers,

go after the turkeys.

Shoo! Shoo!

Will you throw things

at the turkeys again?

Do you think I steal

the money?

Repeat after me:
I apolo-

gize for behaving badly,

I'll never behave badly

again.

I'll never behave badly

again...

Now kiss my hand.

What are you waiting for?

Kiss it at once!

Is that what you went to

church this morning for?

I used to have a big house

in the village, two stories

One blue,

One white.

The rooms were downstairs,

the workshop upstairs.

They brought the yarn

from all over.

Bring some more flowers,

child.

I could cover the church

twice over

with the amount of linen

I wove in my life...

Now my hands shake,

I can't weave any more.

THE GRASS IS GREEN,

THE SKY IS BLUE.

YOUR PRETTY DAUGHTER

LOVES ME TRUE,

DEEDLE-DOO, DEEDLE-DEE,

JUMP INTO MY CART WITH ME.

DEEDLE-DOO, DEEDLE-DEE,

JUMP INTO MY CART WITH ME.

How lovely!

Who taught you this?

My mother. She always sings

to me in the forest...

You can hear it

even now...

Even at night, because

she's building a house.

When the house is finished

she'll take me with her.

I told her to hurry because

Zsabamari beats me.

She said that she'd beat

her with her slippers...

And now Zsabamari is

scared.

She'll beat Mari so hard

that nothing will be left.

Aren't you going to put

flowers there?

No, not on this one.

- Why not?

- Because it's empty.

- What's empty?

- The grave.

- There's no one in it?

- No one.

- Will there be anyone on it?

- I don't know.

Come, it's getting late,

and we have to get the hay.

- I'll help you, all right?

- All right.

Wait! Wait for me!

- Aren't they lovely?

- They are. But hurry!

You always run... Your

hand are full of dirt...

What kind of flowers

are these?

- What are they called?

- Snapdragon.

Does Jesus like flowers?

He does, but let's hurry,

or we'll be late.

Per omnia secula

seculorum... Amen.

Dominus vobiscum.

Et coume spiritu tuo.

What has he got in his

hands?

Don't talk so loud!

Kneel down.

I WANT TO REST ON YOUR

HEART, LORD;

AND LIE ON IT, LIKE

ON A CLEAR BLUE LAKE.

- Uncle! Uncle!

- Quiet, child! Quiet!

Ecce Agnus Dei...

Domine non sum dignus...

Domine non sum dignus...

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