The Visit Page #3

The human heart, my dear doctor...

That's where you must look.

I have.

And I hate to tell you what I found.

Our heart, Serge.

It's grown...

The tree has gotten older.

No, it's still young.

Young and strong.

And the hut hasn't changed, either.

But it was already old,

the first time we came here.

- The first time.

Gypsies! No, but that's not possible.

Oh, they're always around here.

But it's almost exactly like...

like the first time.

Or don't you remember? - Yes.

Yes, I remember. - I didn't have

much of a chance, did I Serge?

I mean the day... like today...

Oh, so warm and lovely.

So soft.

With a gentle wind...

We'd been swimming.

And then your kisses, like butterflies,

playing around my cheeks...

my lips...

And then, of course, when

those gypsies decided to play...

Oh, you know, girls are so funny.

You know, what I thought

when I was in your arms?

In a man's arms for

the first time in my life?

I thought, I'd better pretend

not to enjoy this so much,

or he'll never believe he's the first.

It was important for me

that you knew you were the first.

We were both... both so young.

I don't know whether

you believed me or not.

It was hard for me to pretend.

I was too much in love with you.

I think I screamed.

I remember how surprised I was that

those damn gypsies were still playing.

And then you married Mathilda Kovach.

Her father owned the general store.

- Lucky for you I did, Karla.

You would have been stuck in Guellen,

living a miserable life with me.

Instead I went to Trieste,

where I met Mr. Zachanassian.

In a whorehouse! Oh...

it was my hair he loved.

Oh, Mr. Zachanassian was very strange

about women's hair.

So Mathilda hasn't made you happy?

- Happy?

I've hardly been out of Guellen.

Five days at the lake.

Our honeymoon.

It rained four days.

Well... The world's the same everywhere.

At least you have seen it.

- Seen it? I own it!

It was better you went away, Karla.

What am I?

A small shopkeeper in a dying town.

Look at it.

The mine closed down, like...

like everything else.

- Maybe things will get better now?

You mean...

You mean, you'll help us?

Karla! Karla.

If only you knew

how it is with us here...

A few hundred thousand...

- A few hundred thousand? That's nothing.

I knew you wouldn't forget us.

I'd like to wipe out the years...

go back.

Is that what you would really want?

Yes... Yes, I would.

Maybe we can.

In our own way. Who knows?

She once worked here as a maid.

Did you know?

Did you know her when she was a girl?

They say, she used to swim naked

in the river. Did you ever see her?

Yes.

- She must have been beautiful.

She was.

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