Rondo Page #4

Always the same, yet never the same;

always beautiful, never reliable;

always dangerous, always new...

and it isn't chess!

My Lord, it's woman.

What's this:
it's

beautiful, it's gorgeous,

always waits for us; doesn't

cost us money, so it's not a woman...

Hey! -What? -I do that! -No! -Let go!

This is mine, that's yours.

- Let me do it my way.

This is mine. Try

to come up here now!

These sparklers...

This is nice, but

imagine real fireworks.

He's not joking. He's got

a whole box of rockets.

Great. So you'll

blow us all up one day.

I wanted to make them since I

was a kid, to wake the whole city up.

But Fedja! -Stop! -You're so rude!

Where are you? I'm already

looking forward to next Sunday.

I don't think I'll come. I'm

afraid there's no point. -Why?

I didn't say I'll

never come again, but...

Why every Sunday?

Why make a habit of it?

But making habits is great!

It makes us happy to know

you'll come every Sunday at 4.

I have something to

think about the whole week:

the queen's gambit with white

pieces or some other move.

Neda worries about the

dinner and other things.

At 4 we're afraid you won't

come, at 4:
10 we stop hoping...

At 4:
10 we stop hoping...

Then you ring the bell

and everything's alright.

So?

I'll come. -So long.

"There will be bloodshed... "

- Check. -Whoa!

What's that? -What's

going on? -No idea.

I'm not the idiot in charge

of lighting the whole street.

It seems somebody wants us to

play without looking. -Really? -Yes.

OK. Just a moment...

G-5.

Mhm... G-3. -G-3.

King on F-5. -Rook on D-3.

But Fedja! The way you carry on!

You could let Mladen rest a little.

Who said I was tired? -I suppose

you did some work this week.

How many people

did you sentence to death?

None. I've been a judge in

divorce cases for a long time.

I thought so. I can't imagine

you sentencing someone to death.

I didn't always do divorce cases.

So you had somebody

killed? But you had to, right?

That's your job. Your

conscience is clean.

Not entirely.

Sometimes I think judges should

be killed together with convicts.

That's the only way to

die with a clean conscience.

Right! Times change.

Judges are not so strict anymore.

You said something, love?

Really, you said something?

I'm out.

BELLS CHIMING:

DOORBELL BUZZING

I was afraid you wouldn't come.

He already had fever when you were

last here. His eyes were bleary.

You don't see that because

you don't look people in the eye.

You see, Mladen, you

need someone to tell you:

"You lost your appetite.

You should see a doctor. "

Or:
"Your eyes are bleary,

let's take you temperature. "

One day that won't be necessary.

We will carry electronic devices

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