Nobody's Daughter Page #4

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PURIFY US, OH LORD!

CLEANSE US OF OUR SINS!

MAKE US PURE!

WITH YOUR HEALING POWER

MAKE US WHOLE!

Look, there's Zsabamari!

Aren't we going

to look at Jesus?

You said you'd show

me Jesus.

Just a second...

Let's go...

Oh, Lord, forgive me my

sins,

And look after this child

when I'm gone. Amen.

- Is that Jesus?

- Yes.

- He's bleeding.

- Give him the flowers.

- Doesn't it hurt him?

- No, but come away from there.

You mustn't touch him.

Is it because he's dead

that it doesn't hurt him?

Yes. Jesus died for every-

one. For everyone...

- For Zsabamari, too?

- Yes, for her, too.

You should be at home,

the animals are starving.

Damn that senile fool!

Mr. and Mrs. Filth.

But don't be afraid, child.

You're young...

A lot of things can happen

to you, even good things.

- Praise be the Lord.

- Praise be the Lord.

- How are you, Mr. Csomor?

- Fine.

- Stop the carriage.

- Look!

The deuce!

I didn't even know...

- God be with you, Mr. Csomor.

- God be with you.

Well, let's toddle

along...

What did you want

from the gendarmes?

Tell me what you wanted,

you pig.

It was Uncle.

What did he tell them?

Nasty things about me?

Tell me, or I'll kill you

with my own hands!

And I don't want to see

a fly on the baby!

Did he say that we set

his house on fire?

He's always been a liar...

Is that how you look after

my baby, you cur?

To hell with you!

- Don't hurt me!

Here, take this

to the other pig.

He won't complain to the

gendarmes if he drinks it.

Zsabamari sent this so you

won't complain any more.

Why is your head bleeding?

Zsabamari basted it

with her slipper...

Come here.

It's nothing...

It's nothing.

Come on...

Climb up...

Lie down...

There... now it'll get

better...

Go to sleep...

It'll get better...

Come here.

Wash the floor.

Csore, go to the stable.

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out there last night.

Uncle! Uncle!

Zsabamari said...

Uncle!

Uncle...

Here's your mug.

This stupid thing brings

in all kinds of garbage.

Requies patim pace.

Amen.

SAVE ME LORD:

FROM ETERNAL DEATH.

WHEN THE SKY OPENS,

AND THE EARTH MOVES,

AND YOU DELIVER:

THE FINAL JUDGEMENT,

LET ME NOT BE DAMNED!

JANOS CSOMOR:

LIVED 69 YEARS

May he rest in peace.

Csore, from now on you'll

sleep in the kitchen.

The stable is cold.

What's wrong with her?

Good morning.

Good morning.

You're Mrs. Szennyes,

aren't you?

The parish clerk wants to

know if you found a will

in which the deceased

disposed of his land.

Go, child, drive the pigs

out.

Stop! Stop!

Please tell my mother that

I'm here at Zsabamari's.

- Who should we tell?

- My mother.

She's been looking for me

for a long time.

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