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But you are too young to get married.

Too young, too young.

That's exactly what she says.

But I can't change that!

Why don't you come over tomorrow.

- Do you know where we live?

- I do, I do.

- Right behind Krakowska Gate.

- Everybody knows where the doctor lives.

Do you swim?

I do.

I don't know anyone I could swim with.

Maybe we could meet

one day at the river.

I must go now.

But do come over.

This one's made with an oak leaf.

This one's with an oak leaf.

This one with currant.

And she said her pressure

was going up.

Here, this one is with cherry.

Horrible, so sour these ones.

They taste the same.

And every year when

I make pickles she comes over

to get something for blood pressure.

Lets' go. You shouldn't be sitting here.

Don't you feel any shame?

Aren't you ashamed to be alive?

Because I'm ashamed of myself thinking

of all the deceased, of our sons...

There are so many young people

around now, and they're gone...

They wouldn't be so young any more.

They would probably be married.

Apart from them, there would be

some young women around our house.

How awful!

I detest young women.

That's so pompous.

Let's go. You needn't get so upset.

I am always filled

with such terrible shame

when I see such a young life around me.

Youth is shameless.

You are forgetting one thing.

Life turns into death so easily.

Good night.

I didn't believe he would die,

but he did die.

It's been seven months

and I still don't believe it.

He told me that...

that there was something in his lungs,

it was on the stairs, in our home,

after breakfast, casually,

while he was walking by

on the stairs.

Whaaat! - I shouted.

How do you know?!

Calm down, quiet.

Don't shout.

The kids will hear.

I got the pictures. Chest X-ray.

I'm going to the lung CT-scan today.

What time?

- In the afternoon.

- When will you get the result?

- Right after that or in the evening.

- But I'm playing.

Take it easy. I'll call you.

We met later that day at the Theatre.

I don't know...

He brought some tiles,

went to get some pipes.

I called him in the afternoon.

- Have you got the result?

- No, it will be ready tomorrow.

The doctor wasn't there.

I won't be able to pick it up tomorrow,

the plumber is coming.

He'd been building the theatre

for two years.

He stayed up with the workers at night,

while I went home to be with kids.

The Theatre had been open for some time,

but he kept building it and coughing.

He told me it was an allergy to dust.

On 10th June he took his tests.

I got off the phone,

got into the car...

...and went to the lab.

There were only some doorman

and some lab assistant there. I said:

I'm begging you, please, help me.

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