The Sun in a Net Page #5

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You leave your mother alone,

now you're left alone, too.

You say you saw Bela?

Yes. There's a terrible storm out there.

Were there other girls at the pool?

- Yes, there were.

- Who?

Don't worry, they're hiding from the rain.

Where's that girl again?

She went to swim.

They're hiding from the storm.

It's bubbling again.

It bubbles too little.

- How did you know...

- It bubbles.

...this water was so good... so healing.

It's good because nobody comes here.

Has Bela come back yet?

Shut the window, there's lightning!

In Melenany all windows

are shut in a storm.

The antennas are the rakes.

What chicks will hatch

under Bela's skirt?

But it's all different for us.

I'm afraid for the children.

They feel it.

You used to send us to Melenany

for the summer holidays.

You said your father invited us,

and who knows what you were doing.

I was stupid to want revenge

through my death.

You never knew why it happened.

You had a lover,

so I took pills.

Thirty of them!

Bela brought me back to life

when she called from outside:

Mummy, bread!

I pulled myself together,

her voice made me go to the neighbours.

I've stayed alive,

but at what price!

And you told the children

I had food poisoning.

Mummy!

Bela! Were you listening?

Where's your father?

It was the same with Fabry last year.

He had two cows.

He was putting it off, and then...

- Dovolite?

- Keiiii niet inej stolieky...

May I?

Don't be angry with me,

it would be a shame to waste

the machines.

A person gets upset sometimes...

And now we have no one

to stack the hay.

The wind has blown it all away now...

You have to do something.

Gather the straw in the fields?

Everything will rot.

I mean you have to talk to the stacker.

He's as stubborn as an ass.

He lives in Bratislava now.

- In Bratislava?

- Yes.

And where does he live?

How should I know?

- I mean the stacker.

- It's that way, on the edge of the village.

- Will you go with me?

- No. No.

I'd sure talk to him...

I'd slap him in the face!

He shouldn't have done that!

You'd better tell him he's right.

Better than mocking him about Bezdanka.

Good morning, uncle Blazej.

Morning. Come in!

- Which way?

- Through the veranda.

The handle broke.

I'm trying to make a new one out of this.

I'd like to ask you again, uncle Blazej,

I'd like to ask you again, uncle Blazej,

In our building, there is a Blazej family.

They have a daughter named Bela.

The lady can't see.

So then, she's blind.

What happened to her?

She ate some bad meat, they say.

It's been playing all day long.

It won't be anymore.

Well?

Good you didn't do it in the bedroom.

It's fine to sleep on wood shavings.

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