Hungarian Rhapsody (Ungarische Rhapsodie)

RAPSODIA HЪNGARA

In the plains of Hungary...

This is the only gold worth saving!

ЎMen must live from what we sow in the spring

and we collect in summer!

I envy you, Franz... inherit a title and

one of the oldest haciendas in Hungary.

The farm was squandered by my father.

I envy you, Bela... At least you have money,

Not even enough to get married!

You already know the military regulations...

an officer must have forty-five thousand crowns

before I can take a wife.

That rule leaves me single. I will never marry a skinny rich

and all the beautiful girls are just as poor as me.

Maybe between the two of us we could collect forty-five thousand crowns...

and then, casting lots...

Well, here's my part... eleven crowns and a half...

Speaking of pretty girls, Bela, Ўahн there's one I'm crazy about!

His father is the administrator of the estate of Baron Barsody.

Baron Barsody wants to see you, sir.

"Nothing excites me as much as watching others work!"

Clear. It's probably you Hungary's biggest slacker.

If you really want to get excited, why do not you try working, too?

The work is very good... in your own soil...

or when at least you know what you're working for...

ЎUd. Believe that I do not know how to work, Marika!

I'll show him I can handle a scythe like anybody!

ЎFast mowing, Doczy!

He has given me the best harvest for ten years.

I have to go to the station... some friends from Vienna...

General Hoffman and his wife... a fascinating woman!

Tonight... I'll be waiting...

In a wing of the castle of Barsody lives its noble owner...

on the other side of the patio, the patron of his great and fertile fields.

Oh, mother, I'm so happy tonight!

Bodri... You are happy too!

Marika, enough stupid! Forget about that idiotic hero!

You will never have enough money to marry you...

and you know that I can not give you the dowry that corresponds to the wife of an officer.

If you want a romance... Let him go with his girls from the bar!

I will be terribly alone without you, dear.

I'm afraid you're not even going to have fun at the Harvest Festival!

While you're in your round of jobs, reviews, inspections...

I'll be here, counting the hours, until you come back with me.

ЎFranz! ЎMy father says that our wedding is impossible!

What does it matter to us that nobody says?

Marika, for me you are the most important thing in the world.

Franz... you have to... be... reasonable...

I can not remain reasonable!

I can not get the money to marry you...

Ў... and I will not give up on you now!

You think too much about the army.

Franz... why do not you leave your uniform... and look for work?

I do not care if we are poor.

I can not, Marika. It's not poverty... it's my name... my family.

With this uniform, at least I am a gentleman.