My Sweet Little Village (Vesničko má středisková)

MY SWEET LITTLE VILLAGE

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You're trotting about like goat.

Missed it up again, doctor?

Like hell I have.

Finished - start her up.

Thanks.

Good morning.

Let's start feet together, arms extended,

palms up.

- Raise you arms... - Washed your feet?

I can tell. Makes a difference for the driver.

What about the ears?

You always forget something.

Those sails must not be neglected.

Yesterday's load was cement.

If it rains, concrete'll set behind you ears.

They'll have to chisel it off.

You should've been born a horse.

But the Lord changed his mind.

Beneath him the beautiful distant places lie,

round which the mountains darkly rise.

By woods encircled all around.

Amidst the flower-spattered ground. The bright lake sleeps in slumber sound.

The waters rippling to its shores're striving to meet.

Until at last they marge in one luminous sheet.

Only the turtle-dove does not coo forth its call to love anymore.

Don't shit yourself, cardboard dude!

Take these for your ears.

If you wear them, the ears'll stick to your head beautifully.

A pine grove rustles on the lake's still shore,

Whence glorious psalm of speckled thrush ascends.

A portly tree stands on the rock - an old eak.

Through the green vale scattering the blossoms white,

Guding the wild geese over the woods in flight.

Aren't you cold?

I am, but nobody wants to warm me up.

- Why didn't you say something? - You're a right one, eh?

You're all smoke and no fire. See you.

Living it up, eh?

I wish! My wife had a boy yesterday.

We celebrated a little.

Are redheads celebrated too? I'm surprised.

- What's up? - A little celebration.

Celebrate, with your work!

Your mate!

I didn't see him over there.

Look at him! Look at the nitwit!

That... that... If it was stone, you would've been dead!

You... An animal has more brains!

You oaf!

Gone's the furor of that Age which Time bore far away.

Far-far off even its dream - as a shadow did it fade,

As the image of white citizens in the waters depths arrayed,

As the last thoughts of the dead,

The names that once they bore, The roll and roar of battle...

That's all I remember.

Feasting on the beauty again, eh?

I wonder of she has brakes at all?

Get the rope.

The rope!

You'll come to a bad end, doctor.

We all will.

The gate-post was one week old.

It cost me 500.

I'm through with Rakosnik. Take it from me -

let someone else have the pleasure.

I know it's not easy for you.

- But who should I entrust him to? - I don't care!

I've had this millstone around my neck for 5 years!

- A saint wouldn't put up with it! - I know how you feel.

But who should I entrust him to? Duda's too young.

Duda's too young. Can I entrust him

- to your husband? - He'd kill him.

He's terribly bad-tempered.

- It'd serve him right! - Have you really

flattened the Prague weekender 'fence?

Come on...

You know that... The boy needs a father's touch.

You've got it.

You can handle him and he listens to you.

Nothing doing - let me have Sestak back.

A moron too, but at least he can sing.

Nobody's truck's as clean as yours.

You can't take that away from Otik.

Till the harvest's over, not a minute longer.

There you are.

Here I am. Been waiting long?

They delivered the meat.

- Who gave them to you? - Mr. Pavek.

They say he was mad with rage.

He doesn't want you anymore.

They'll hand you over to someone else.

He was fuming.

You'll be Turek's mate - I guess.

You'll have a hard time! I've brought you some shirts and socks.

You've nothing to wear.

And don't think, Turek's not going to baby you.

You know.

I'll bring the rest tomorrow - was too busy to wash them.

Turek's been known to hit his mates.

What's this? Where's it from?

Come here, Otik!

Did you have woman here?

Come on.

Come. Swear -

by the picture of your poor late parents: Did you have woman here?

Look into my eyes: Yes or no?

O.K., let's go and wash up.

Don't go into the front parlour too often - it gets untidy easily.

Clear the mess of the table yourself, after we've washed up.

Why don't you take off this finery?

Let me do it for you.

That's better.

C'mon -

I haven't got much time.

Come on.

A man, and he can't break a pigeon's neck.

And a pigeon breeder to boot!

Dash it, I forgot what I wanted to tell you!

It can wait though, I'll tell you later.

The laundry's done. I'll bring the bedclothes afterwards.

The rabbit and dumplings are in the oven.

Warm them up properly.

Otik! A superb film - Rumanian.

Have you got a ticket? No.

You must see it.

Where have I...? Here.

Good thing I've bought it for you. Don't miss the newsreel.

Put you suit on, quick. Let's go.

It's partly travel, partly erotic.

I'd like to see it once more,

but I must go to a lecture on livestock instead.

My old box's out of order.

A bad tube, I guess.

Otas! In no case leave before the film's over!

The end's the best.

Enjoy yourself.

Mrs. Hruskova! Mrs. Hruskova!

What's it like?

They nearly cancelled it.

All told, I sold six tickets.

Yeah? Aha.

Bye then.

- What am I picking? - Nettles, for the Easter stuffing.

But I don't use that much.

Is the film showing?

- Yes, but it was nearly cancelled. - How come?

- I myself sent six people. - They all came.

Vasek.

- This'll give me herpes again. - You beast!

I couldn't wait to be with you...

Don't be scared, Sonia. Don't worry.

Just have a bang, Eugene!

Mind you graves, raven.

Driving forward's easy, but you got to have a knack for backing.

Dinner's ready, Dad.

Dad, they say you bumped into Mr. Rumlena's gate-post.

- It isn't true, is it? - Just eat and mind your own business.

Can't eat with all this singing.

Isn't it enough to live next to the cemetery?

Of you can't sing anything else, at least cut it out while we eat.

It's like chewing wreaths.

Actually, it's quite a wreck.

We went to look.

So what?

So what?

Good evening -

night, rather.

Goodbye. Well, see you.

- Tuesday at nine then. - Yes.

- Let's go! - Good night.

- Bring the rum. - Sure.

Why the rush?

It's a PTA meeting tonight.

You must go, I can't.

- Didn't get my hair done. - To school?

You go...

I don't mind going.

They should all have their own towels.

Keep an eye on their homework.

That's all for now, thank you.

Good-bye. - Good-bye.

Make sure they dress properly.

Otherwise, I'm quite satisfied. Good-bye.

Good-bye.

- Good-bye. - Good-bye.

Good-bye. Good-bye.

What's the matter?

- What about her writing. - All right.

- It's neat. - I see.

- Gotta any problems? - Got.

She has problems with pronouns. Practise them with her.

Personal pronouns in particular.

- Pronouns in particular. - I see.

Thanks then.

How d'you like it here?

Quite, I hope I'll get used...

- What's keeping you? - I'm just going.