7 Emotions [7 uczuc] (7 uczuć)

7 EMOTIONS

Our childhood lasts for 5000 days, on average,

but we remember less than 400 hours of it.

(Andrzej Samson, "The Myth of the Happy Childhood")

I was taught many things at school,

but no one taught me about the seven basic emotions

that one should be able to express...

...and experience.

What brings you to me, Adam?

My marriage has fallen apart.

My family is a wreck.

I can't keep up a single friendship,

not even casual acquaintances.

Everything scares me,

I'm afraid all the time,

I get this anxiety,

I'm angry at everyone, for everything.

Envious for no good reason.

I'm sad all the time,

deep down... even when I'm smiling.

I spend the first hour of each day in utter despair.

I feel that...

I'm not who I want to be.

I wish I was

righteous and strong,

like Gary Cooper in "High Noon".

"Be yourself"...

But how can I be myself if I don't like myself?

If I loathe myself?

What feeling, what feelings do you experience most often?

I don't know.

What do you remember from your childhood?

Nearly all of it.

All of it?!

Our childhood lasts for 5000 days.

That's a lot.

But we only remember 400 hours of it.

400 hours?

A month, in total.

A month...

This is Adam and his mother.

Mother is darning a sock.

I like sitting with you.

In Damascus on a roof

The Devil sat, with cloven hoof.

A hat of scarlet he sported,

Trimmed with...

flowers assorted.

Who are you darning that for?

Daddy.

Oh, bother!

But you stitched the first one crosswise.

"Darned."

Darned.

Well, I'm doing this one lengthwise.

- But why? - For a bit of variety.

And who's this one for?

You.

It's very nice.

One day,

you'Il find yourself a girl

and get married,

and she'll darn your socks,

much better than I can.

I don't want to marry a girl!

Who else, then?

My Mummy.

I can't get married to you.

Why not?

I could marry you off...

To yourself, you mean?

You'll stop fancying me when you grow up.

No, I won't!

You'll find someone else.

Don't say that!

I'm always going to fancy you!

Stop it! I'm getting all mixed up!

We'll talk when you're grown up.

I don't want someone else!

And I don't want to grow up!

Mother is going out.

You're going out!

You said you wouldn't go out!

Wait!

Mummy needs to get changed!

You promised!

Because you were crying!

You lied to me!

I had to. You were yelling... Zip it!

You tricked me!

Mummy needs to go to work, Adam.

I don't want you to go!

Mummy has to.

I don't want you to!

I have to.

Stop bawling! Krysia's coming to look after you soon!

Mummy!

Don't cry, Adam!

Mummy!

Mummy will be back!

Mummy!

You're too big to be a cry-baby!

Boys don't cry!

Mummy!

Mummy!

Don't cry, Adam.

We're going to play.

Play what?

Whatever you like.

Let's play Doctor!

Does it always have to be Doctor?

I want to play Doctor!

Got any camarels?

Caramels!

Carmelars...

It's stinky.

Ooh, young lady!

You seem to have a case of the farts.

Yes.

It's acute fartosis.

And the cure for this condition

is ten kisses.

Five on each butt...

...cheek.

Plus two...

hugs.

This is Adam's older brother, Miki, and his friends.

Omingcay otay ethay inemacay odaytay?

Onay, iyay antcay.

What are you saying?

Oh, omecay onyay!

Eyrethay owingshay ayay ilmfay aboutyay ayay rostitutepay!

Iyay avehay otay taysay ithway isthay itheadshay!

Talk normal!

Ogay crewsay selfyouryay!

Youreyay ayay untcay!

Ustjay isspay offyay!

Just you wait! You'll be sorry!

Some herring? Salad?

Pork jelly? Ham?

These are Mother's guests, Dana and her husband.

And this is Adam and Miki's father.

Those sunflowers are by Van Gock, aren't they?

Yes. Van Gock, of course.

But apparently the Dutch pronounce it "Fan Khokh".

A facsimile, obviously. The original would cost...

I dread to think!

It's a pity he died before they were worth anything.

By the way, where do you find the most liars?

Anyone know?

In a graveyard!

Because it says "here lies so-and-so" everywhere.

"Here lies so-and-so"

and so on, and so on, et cetera, et cetera.

Good one.

If you ask me,

it's too yellow!

I don't like yellow.

Well I like yellow - sunflowers, anyway!

But it takes all sorts...

it's all relative.

Like they say: there's no accounting for taste.

A propos of relativity,

there's that theory by Eisenstein...

You mean Einstein, dear.

Einstein, maybe... But honestly it's all Greek to me.

Well, I can explain it to you.

Really?

How interesting.

This whole theory of relativity business.

Adam's father is an expert on everything.

So-called natural intelligence.

You know Einstein's theory?!

Then by all means, tell us!

Well, my dear lady...

If I were to

insert my finger

into your

bottom...

Good Lord! What on earth are you saying?

Lucjan! Jesus Christ and Saint Joseph!

Is that really necessary? Can't you put it another way?!

Go up to bed, Adam! Miki, take him to his room.

Just a bit longer.

Go to bed, now!

A bit longer, Mum...

A bit longer?

Alright, a bit longer.

I meant hypothetically...

So, let's say I've already inserted my finger

into your bottom.

Just imagine it for a second.

Well, if it's

essential...

To his explanation...

Saints alive! Restrain me!

So... Now that I've inserted my finger

into your bottom...

Please, somebody pinch me!

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