Panny z Wilka (The Young Ladies of Wilko) Page #2

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Please sit down.

No, no...

Pleased to meet you.

My uncle praises you...

as a professional who's

developed Wilko.

It was nothing...

I also manage a farm.

Cigar?

- Milk or butter?

- This and that... lt's hot today.

How do you like it?

It's excellent.

Julia, where's Jola?

She has guests today.

Edward brought them.

She'll be busy.

If you wish to take a walk later...

then maybe with Zosia.

I'll go find her.

- Zosia!

- I'm in here.

May I?

Don't mind him.

He sleeps after dinner,

like every real man.

You mean you don't?

Your vigil?

Let's go walk in the garden...

or in the barn-yard.

I'm too lazy.

Maybe Tunia will go with you,

she still wants to.

Fine...

It was 1922 or 1923...

The schoolmaster came

to Grudziaz...

May I introduce you gentlemen...

Wiktor Ruben...

a childhood friend.

Sit down, gentlemen.

And you?

Would you like to go

for a walk?

What's this?

You read philosophy!

- Do you like going for walks?

- And you, sir?

- Call me by name.

- You're too old, sir!

- I suppose that was silly.

- Not at all.

As a child, you always had

such frightened eyes.

You once ran into the salon and

cried, "a chicken's chasing me!"

I would always take walks

with Fela then.

Do you remember her?

You look like her.

A little.

She died 15 years ago.

No, not there.

How's that?

Not in the family tomb?

Supposedly there was no room.

She's buried down lower.

I imagine she feels good here.

This is Fela's grave.

Mum rarely comes here?

She doesn't go out much.

She's not well.

You sigh as if you were in love.

It's time for tea.

Go back yourself, I'm not coming.

When will you visit us again?

When Jola's guests leave.

That won't be soon.

Others will follow these.

Go now.

Please.

Who is it?

Tunia.

What do you want?

Zosia...

I'd like...

I want to ask you something.

Do you like him?

Who?

Wiktor.

No.

No?

No.

And you?

Me?

No.

Really?

Yes.

That's good.

What are you doing?

Can't sleep?

I used to sleep like a log

when I was your age.

Why aren't you asleep?

It's no secret.

I sit here...

and reminisce.

Reminisce?

Do you reminisce only about

the good moments?

Yes, I remember people.

I see them...

as they were when...

they gave me friendship and love...

and I felt happy.

Were there many such moments...

of happiness?

Yes.

I know that now.

When I was young...

I didn't.

So only my life is stupid

and meaningless.

All aimless wandering.

But in my opinion...

to talk of happiness is naive.

I've thought about it a lot and...

it's utopia.

Listen...

One day you'll conclude that your

life was like any other...

with moments both good and bad.

Good night, I hope you

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