The Sun in a Net Page #4

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He was washing his hands...

When I was stacking hay,

you didn't mind my shaking hands.

The stacker wouldn't come.

What should we do now, Leader?

Should I report him?

He's breaking work morale.

He's an old man, he volunteered.

He made seventeen stacks for us.

If it weren't for him...

You're doing the stacks now.

I'm tired of you quarrelling with people.

We should soak you in Bezdanka

so that stupid head of yours would wisen up!

Boy, this sucks!

Is there any beer?

Have some soda.

I'm such an idiot.

First I lie about Bela,

then I write her a letter...

What stupid nonsense.

And then I get into an argument.

She'll laugh:
Fayolo - Robinson.

I don't know... Perhaps...

The stacker went on strike.

- Why?

- He feels offended.

Boys! Comrades!

We can't stop threshing.

Throw it aside, in the meantime.

Dear Dutchman...

What nonsense to begin a letter like that.

And then to talk of Robinson...

He was alone on the island,

didn't have machines out of order.

He could concentrate,

because there was no Jane.

Fayolo went to work in Melenany.

My father is from Melenany.

We used to go there when I was little.

Jerk.

Not your father.

Listen, since your mother can't see,

I could come visit you in your room.

- Fayolo is a dope.

- I bet!

- He wrote me a letter.

- What did he write?

That he was like Robinson.

Dear Dutchman,

Do you remember Robinson?

He had to work hard to live.

I remembered him here.

I used to think he was a blockhead,

but he wasn't.

What a jerk!

I feel like Robinson too.

I never imagined how much work it takes.

I can see when I don't have the radio,

I'll have to talk when I'm with you.

For Pete's sake!

He had to go to Melenany to find out

that a calf is a young cow.

The air is heavy.

It's no use going on without a stacker.

Let's go for a swim.

I'll join you later.

Nobody comes to see us.

You've never said anything

that makes sense.

You have a radio for a mouth.

And I turned fifteen last November!

I'm dead meat,

I lose. Oh Jane...

Listen to this!

When I come back, things will change.

I'll take you to my pontoon.

Well, it isn't mine, but I found it.

It's in a quiet bay in the Danube,

there are boats

and a net above the water.

What a poet - what a jerk!

There's a fish!

Throw it away!

- The swimsuit?

- That too.

- And the letter?

- That too.

No, Pete.

Let go!

Young in years, old enough for love.

Excuse me!

Put your clothes on!

I'm such an idiot!

Because it's important to say it,

not to write it.

I should make Bela see that I like her.

That's the end... That's ridiculous...

Bela, don't be angry...

No, Jane...

Bela, you have class, you've got form...

Hold this. Thank you.

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