The Way Back Page #5

Irena, no!

Here, come on.

Here, take the food.

Were your parents|arrested with you?

They're dead.

We lived on a farm|outside Warsaw.

When the Russians came,

they said we were kulaks

and exploiting the peasants.

My parents were afraid|and hid me in the barn.

I found them later.

I...

I found them face-down|in the mud.

They'd been bashed|and strangled with barbed wire.

Later, the Russians caught me

and sent me|to a collective farm.

They were cruel to me.

I ran away.

I had no food.

And then I saw you.

You can't swim, can you?

What?

You've never been near|the water in your life.

But I got across, didn't I?|And you followed.

And you said you lived|on a farm near Warsaw?

Yes.

Soviets didn't get that far.

That was German territory.

Your parents weren't murdered,|were they?

You made all that up.

We've all done|terrible things to survives.

But don't ever lie to me again.

We've had enough of lies.

We have to go around it.

Quicker through it.

No, they have dogs.

If they raise the alarm,|then we don't stand a chance.

We need food again, Pakhan.

Look, I know we need food,

but we can't go into|that town and risk arrest.

We're wasting time.

What is it?|What's wrong?

Where's Valka?

He was behind Zoran.

Zoran, weren't you|watching him?

I'm not his keeper.

Damn him.

He could turn us in|for the bounty.

And risk arrest?

He's a gambler.

Irena, do you think|he would do that?

He might.

We don't need his knife.

We can make one|out of deer bone.

It's an opportunity|to get rid of him.

All right, all right.

Come on, let's go.

Watch it funny man?

You want to get us|all killed?

Easy, cowboy.

You tear my coat.

Idiot.

Idlot?

Am I?

Let's see who is idiot.

What?

Did I kill?

Yes.

A dog.

Don't believe me,|then don't eat.

But you will, won't you,|because you want to survive.

I know about survive.

All my life.

And...

it's my birthday.

In Russia,|that means we drink.

She lived in the|streets, like me.

So the story you told us|wasn't true.

I thought that story|would be more sad

and you wouldn't|leave me behind.

My parents were|Polish Communists.

They took us to live in|Soviet Union, to Moscow.

They want to work|for the Revolution.

We lived in the Hotel Lux,

with lots of|foreign Communists.

But they|arrested them in 1937.

They said they were spies.

The police put me|in the orphanage.

And my brother,

he died.

I was ten years old.

They called me Rykov,

but I remembered our|Polish name... Zielinska.

I used to say it every night|before I went to sleep.

So you ran away.

They have no mosquitoes.

What can we do?

Steal a boat?

No, it's too risky.

People are going to get ill.

I know.

Isn't it strange?

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