لومړۍ 200 کرښې.
A CHRONICLE OF AMOROUS INCIDENTS
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There is only one land in the world,
That gives a Pole some happiness The childhood homeland -
forever it will stay
Holy and pure, like love, the very first.
ADAM MICKIEWICZ
Thank you.
Ticket control, please.
Thank you.
Your ticket, please.
Thank you.
Thank you.
- At university, aren't you? - Not yet.
A beautiful cap. Lovely embroidery, so I've thought you study.
It's our custom, we do it before the final exams.
Something is written here.
Per aspera ad astra. It's our school motto.
You know, in the next compartment
there is a real archbishop travelling.
Have you seen? Don't waste your time!
Look, young man. Beautiful.
Yes.
He cannot see us. This is how it will all begin.
What will happen?
I come back here more and more often,
I come at night, from far away, sometimes even in the daylight.
I will go away too.
I know everything.
And what awaits me in my life?
I might know, but I am not allowed to tell,
sometimes it's better not to know.
I've lost my cap in the compartment,
I must go back.
With embroideries? You won't lose it.
But you will never wear any other.
Wicio?
Come to me.
What is it again, mum?
Come here, child.
- Handsome, you are. - Mum, it's a shame.
The loveliest. There is no other like you.
- I swear, I will run away. - It's your present, son.
What if I don't pass the finals?
So who will, if you don't?
Many things might happen.
You must be the best, you have always been.
How can you say such silly things?
You will be a great doctor. A professor.
You will help everybody,
the rich and the poor, the kings and the beggars.
Mum, you will jinx it.
Only weak people can be jinxed. You are strong.
Come here. For God's sake, come.
I'm back from my aunt's, grandpa.
How was your holiday?
Very good, if it wasn't for the flood.
Jadzia, my child, will it be long till I die?
I hope not, daddy. God has mercy.
So help me, God.
And what's that on your head?
A university cap.
Is Wiciu at university already?
I know nothing, nobody informs me.
Not yet, daddy. In a month he will pass his finals.
He will start medicine this autumn.
Autumn, you say?
I won't live till the autumn.
Thank God, I won't.
Good day!
I have a request, lad.
Take this telegram to colonel Nałęcz,
my children are a handful, I can't get out.
You know, the new family, they live in the military estate.
He's tired, Mr Kiežun, straight from the train.
Tired? With these rosy cheeks? Everybody envies you such a son.
Take my bike, and tell them to mark the exact delivery hour.
Damn it.
I forgot to switch off my iron. Thank you!
Take it, Wicio. Maybe you will bring them luck.
It might be good news.
- What is it, sir? - A telegram, from the post office.
Don't worry, the dog won't bite you.
- What's happened, Zosia? - It's the post.
The man has brought a telegram.
Where is it?
Mom, Dad is coming!
Mum, dad is coming tomorrow.
See, I've had a premonition. I dreamt of a train.
Running on the ground, not on the rails.
Sign the receipt.
Please, write the exact time.
We have to give him a tip for his effort.
Yes, give him 50 grosz coin.
You haven't told me father writes:
'We are coming' and not 'I am coming'.
I haven't noticed. I am so happy.
We could give him 1 zloty.
You love pampering people.
50 is enough.
Enough.
Yes that's all. Thank you, my ladies.
I wish you a good night.
Thank you for the tip. I will try to make a big fortune.
I apologize.
You see, what's happened?
Maybe I will fall in love with her? What do you think?
Maybe I will be broken hearted and die?
Witka, come, I will tell you something.
Hi, Lovka. What are you doing here?
- Nothing, just a pee. - But besides that?
We are playing jackstraws. Come and see.
Come on, I am going home.
Stop it, they have asked me to bring you.
Oh, Wicio, haven't seen you for long.
Your mum sent you to the countryside,
she is scared of local girls doing you some harm.
We also would keep such a lad to ourselves.
I remind you, I am your fiancé.
Lova, empty words.
What do I have from this engagement?
What?
Delight. Physical satisfaction.
Go away, you lecher.
Are we playing or not? For God's sake!
Look, he's jealous.
Wicio...?
Would you be so kind as to play the record again?
The autumn roses, Roses yellow, red and sweet.
The autumn roses like your lovely rosy lips.
Brazen hussies...
To lead students on.
Mum would better go to bed, there is nothing for you here.
What a fate.
What a disaster.
Lord, what a ghastly year.
They say there will be a war again.
They say it every year.
Don't you fancy fucking one of them?
Why me, not you? You are the brave one.
I have a girlfriend in town.
Do you? Who do you want to fool?
I swear to God.
Show me a picture?
Now, at night? But you could get one of them or even both.
They are old. Might be thirty.
That's true. But don't you feel anything?
I do, everybody would.
I have such an urge, my hard-on would break a board.
Everybody has.
- Give the bicycle to Mr Kiežun. - Go away!
Is that you? You brought us the telegram yesterday?
You gave me a 50 grosz coin.
I didn't want to offend you, I did it out of habit.
I am not offended. I will keep the coin as a keepsake. Can I?
I don't know. Is it appropriate? What do you think, Zuza?
Let's go.
I am sorry I have stood like that.
I didn't know you were sitting there.
Welcome. You can sit on the free bench.
Thank you, but there is our stop soon.
You will catch a chill.
Why haven't I seen you before?
Haven't you travelled to school by train before Easter?
I have, for a year and a half.
That's impossible. I see you on the train for the first time.
And yesterday I saw you first time in my life.
This cannot be. You have pushed me over a few times.
And in winter you, lads, hit us with snowballs.
I can't believe it. I would have remembered you.
But you didn't. I will have to live with it.
Why did you say so? It isn't true.
- That I will live? - No, that I haven't noticed you.
Oh, it's our stop.
Kolonia station!
See you around!
You had been waiting for them, you fool.
I was watching. Which one do you like? Alina?
I don't know if I like anybody. Maybe I only like medicine.
- Shall we bet? - About what?
That she has wrapped you around her finger.
- Who? - Alina!
- It's an ugly name. - You will find it beautiful later.
Why can't you leave me alone. Are you jealous?
- Maybe. Shall we bet? - What about?
An imponderable. If I win, I can give you a task.
Lovka! You fancy her, Lev Tygrysovich, don't you?
You've said you first met her a few days ago.
Has she really lived here for a year and a half?
Perhaps. So, a bet?
What can I win?
The same as me. Give me your hand.
Let it be. A bet.
So, little bunny?
Remember me?
Give me your fur,
so I can go to your lady and be with her till late.
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