Westfront 1918 Page #3

- Yes, he is.

So what? Do you think mine

is alive?

That's not reason to push.

Go back. Get going!

Make way.

He stocked up.

- Surprised, eh?

- Of course, they live.

Wasn't that you son Karl?

Where? - There.

I can't leave now that...

I've been waiting here all morning.

Do you?

Go on kissing.

Go on.

Go on kissing!

Why aren't you kissing?

Take the blanket off.

Do it!

One-two...

An order for line up?

Who's that?

You?

You too?

Tomorrow morning.

Now... Get out!

I'm dog tired.

Like the pickled herring...

All gone since yesterday morning.

It's terrible what they do with us.

It's not my fault.

Forget it and make some coffee.

SOLD OU Is he really coming?

But... What's the matter?

Mother!

Karl!

It's really you?

That's all for you.

What's the matter with you?

It would have been better

to stay out there.

Don't say thing like that.

What's wrong?

Oh, mother...

It's not my fault.

These are hard times.

The butcher Willi from downstairs.

Sometimes he brings me

something...

You know mother how it is.

From what should we live?

Of course, the people out there

don't have a clue.

If somebody is hungry,

the others are too.

They stick together.

All for one...

Take the coffee.

But what a woman do

all by herself

in this terrible town.

All alone.

Stay with us and have

some coffee.

How was it?

Everything's OK.

But it goes too long.

I already have some.

Try...

It tastes good.

From a place in Vaudin

for three Mark fifty.

My friend, the student,

he got himself a girl.

What did your friend do?

He'll marry her.

I've heard everything

in the corridor.

Make his bed.

You've been away from home

too long.

Exactly eighteen months

and nine days.

One shouldn't leave the women

by themselves that long.

No one shouldn't.

Is it my fault?

Is it anyone's fault, Karl?

Are you coming tomorrow to

have lunch with me?

We are all in trouble, mother.

Tell me something nice.

Leave me alone.

Why don't you make peace

out there?

Hark! What stirs in the castle now?

What do my black ears perceive?

Is it just a deer in the vale

that I hear?

And overhead the roaring waterfall.

Hush! What is approaching

the castle?

A horseman descends

from his steed.

Knocks already at the gate.

"Oh, Good God! It's my son!"

"Where then is mine mother...

The twelfth.

...who so heartily wept for me?"

"Thine mother, she was kind,

who rests now in the earth."

Thereupon the son took the sword,

and stabbed it in his father's heart.

"Oh, son... Oh, son...

Do spare me.

Your mother died for thee."

Then, once more he took the sword,

and stabbed it into his own heart.

Deserted lies now

the house and yard.

Everything rests in the graveyard.

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