The Girl from the Marsh Croft Page #4

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than here with us.

Good night, Mother.

Good night.

- Be careful when crossing the swamp.

- Yes, Mother.

How nice of you

to bring me home.

Karsten...

You're almost as loquacious

as your father.

Say something.

You know, Gertrud,

if I wouldn't have to chauffeur...

Then what?

Then I would have free hands...

To talk?

Well, here you go...

What are doing, Helga?

Are you keeping secrets?

- I didn't do anything wrong.

- Really?

But still you're startled?

You wanted to grab something to eat.

Don't you get enough?

That's why you're crying.

I won't cry anymore.

Why's that?

No, I won't cry anymore.

What are you doing by the stove,

in the middle of the night?

I was scattering ashes,

that's why I won't cry anymore.

What's this nonsense?!

Ashes are stopping your tears?

Yes, of course.

When you take ashes

from your stove at home

and bring it to a stranger's home...

One isn't homesick anymore.

Yes.

Right now, here,

it's like in the swamp.

Do you want to jinx this house?

Don't talk so loud.

Somebody might hear us.

Who's going to hear us?

Everybody's sleeping.

There some that never sleep,

they see everything we do,

and they hear everything we say.

Do you really believe

in these ghost stories?

Jens Uhr says it's all true.

The boatman? Who fascinates

the stupid with his stories?

Everybody knows,

that you have to believe.

But, Helga,

you've already stayed

with strangers before.

Did you never get homesick before?

Yes.

All the time.

- And you didn't apply your remedy?

- No.

I never thought about it.

You can only do it once.

Afterwards, you can never leave

the new home,

because one will always

look back on it.

And why did you

scatter your ashes

on our stove?

Well, you sure seem happy today!

It's almost like

you've won the lottery.

One who does not ask,

won't need to wait for answers.

Be sure to talk a little

once the bailiff arrives.

Did you say something?

Not saying much,

works great for marriage,

but you can't marry your

children like that.

They're already here.

C'mon!

Come on, already.

Say something.

Please enter and look around.

Beautiful cattle.

Yes. One ox, five cows,

and the calves are over there.

My father could be friendlier.

Yours? Mine too!

Our horses.

This is Hans.

My husband's favorite

dialog partner.

Hurry to the baking oven,

and go see if your cake's ready.

Nobody is starving on our farm.

My mother has woven

all this by herself.

This one was made

by my grandmother.

Our grandchildren

can still use those.

Everything is at its best. I like that.

From this yard, you can see the fields.

What did he say?

He said:
"I like that."

I can well believe it.

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