Zvizdan Page #4

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Invite him overnight?

- Hush!

They killed your son down there,

and you're in cahoots with them!

You ungrateful little swine.

Is this why I slave and toil

day and night?

Is this how you thank me?

What am I?!

Is there a spot for me?!

Have you ever asked me,

"How are you?!"

"Are you OK?!

Can you cope?!"

I'm not a mother.

I'm more like cattle!

Pick up your stuff and leave...

wherever's better for you.

I'm sorry.

Good morning.

Hey, Ante.

Mom!

It slipped.

Let me look at it. You bring

some brandy. You sit down.

Go on!

And a piece of cloth.

Is it deep?

- Let me see.

No, it's not.

It's gonna be OK.

God damn...

We'll take care of it now.

Hey...

Good morning.

- Hey.

Let me finish it.

Lower the heat in five minutes

and add some black pepper.

You're really fast with it.

- Yeah.

I thought it would take longer.

Are you sure you won't eat?

I am.

Too bad, it's good.

It's OK.

- Better than a sandwich.

Don't you have

anything better to do?

Watch over lunch.

It might get burned.

Hey.

Do you have time?

- Why?

Thought you might

take me to the shore.

To take a look at the inn.

You want to see the inn?

I was hanging there as a kid, too.

I should be going.

Come.

Where are you going?

Going for a swim.

You did a good job here.

It wasn't just me, I had help.

It looks good.

- It's not bad.

Let's go for a swim.

Still have errands to run.

- Oh, come on.

I missed this.

This is the best time.

Need a towel?

Yours?

- So what?

You shy or something?

So there are really

no girls around?

Where would they be?

Everyone fled to the city.

A few of us guys have stayed,

and that's that.

Why don't you leave?

What would I do with my mom?

She needs to be looked after.

Draen would hang around here

all the time.

Your brother?

He was never home.

He'd fish and swim all the time.

He loved this.

You miss him?

He taught me everything.

How to dive...

He was in charge of the music

all the time.

What kind did he like?

They killed him like a dog.

Was it my fault?

Huh?

I asked you something.

Your people killed my dad.

But I'm not blaming you for it.

I didn't mean it like that.

- What did you mean?

Does anyone ask me

what I think about it?!

Think I enjoy slaving every day?

Making sure my mom

won't take too many pills?!

No one cares what I think.

Don't worry.

I'm done tomorrow anyway,

so I won't bother you anymore.

Pick up your stuff,

we're leaving.

Why the dress-up?

I'm going to sort out the papers.

How will you go?

- I'll catch a bus down there.

I'll be back while Ante's still here.

He has to finish today anyway.

- I know.

I have to get the money for him.

See you.

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