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Marie?
Marie!
Marie!
THE GLASSBLOWER Marie!
Based on the novel by: Petra Durst-Benning
Marie, I got worried.
It's for Christmas. I want to please dad.
You and your unattainable dreams! Hurry up.
Nightfall is coming.
- Come on! - Yes...
Directed by Christiane Balthasar
Will Peter come for Christmas?
I do not think so. He will probably be on a business trip.
Dad didn't light his flame.
The gas controller did not pass, however.
Father! Father!
The gas!
You cannot leave us alone, father.
We knew he didn't have much longer.
But I need him.
Let him go, Marie. They will come to take him.
He must be able too be proud of his two daughters.
I promise you
we will never dishonor you.
Thuringian Forest, 1891
- My condolences. - Thanks.
Johanna, sorry to have been absent. I had to go to Berlin.
Don't worry about us.
I had some wood delivered to you.
I do not know when I can repay you.
- Do not worry. - Johanna!
It's not a big deal,
it comes from the heart.
- Thanks. - My condolences.
Johanna? What are you doing?
- I'm covering dad's workbench. - Wait a bit.
Every time I helped daddy blow glass,
he was inventing a fairy tale for me.
You were his little princess.
Why do we stay in the dark? You have to light the lamp.
- We're out of oil. - Did you find dad's savings?
I searched his whole room.
He must have exhausted his savings to conserve gas.
We need flour and milk.
Tomorrow I will go to Sonneberg and sell our stock to Mr. Strobel.
It won't bring us much.
Then we'll see.
What if we resumed activity?
How? Do you want to find a husband who would take over the workshop?
- Dad scared them all away. - Nope...
I could blow the glass. Really. Dad showed me!
He let you help him, not being able to pay an apprentice.
But he forbid you to turn on the gas.
And you think you are able to blow glass.
- I will make it. I watched him. - And even!
The blower industry will force us to sell.
It is forbidden for women to blow the glass!
- It's almost 7 O'clock. - I hurry.
We had no more bread, I gave you two apples.
- Be careful. - See you tonight.
Good morning!
- Johanna! - Hello, Peter.
- Are you going to Sonneberg? - Like every Monday.
The weather is snowing.
We do not have enough to spend the winter.
In your place, I would wait.
I need this money. For the gas controller.
How about I come with you tomorrow?
Oh, my patient... Won't you think about it?
Mr. Maienbaum.
- Mr. Schuh, hello. - What an adventure, this trip!
Why is an optician with your reputation is buried here?
When will you come to the Charit hospital?
If I had a proposal...
- Hello, Heinrich. - Hello, Johanna.
Hello.
Your sister is not here?
- Nope. - So I'm telling you.
You can start with me tomorrow as workers.
Between blowers, we must be united.
My father taught me everything.
With a little help, I could blow the glass.
Better nobody hears that.
Me, I need help to paint and wrap.
Good...
So, that's okay. Tomorrow morning. Be punctual.
At 7 O'clock.
These pieces are beautiful.
Very good quality.
This catalog will allow you to make your choice.
A millimeter is missing.
I am forced to subtract 2 pfennigs.
About 14 pfennigs per glass, I will have nothing left.
- Go recast it and come back. - No, I'm selling.
- Good. - Miss Steinmann...
My sincere condolences.
Come, please.
Fate has struck you so brutally.
What will you do, you and your sister?
Do you know anyone who is looking for two workers?
Alas no.
But I will find out.
- You still have to pay me. - Oh sorry.
- How many glasses were there? - 49.
49...
Say that the Steinmann's won't deliver anything...
5 pfennigs are missing.
Sorry.
- Thank you. - You're welcome.
Friedhelm Strobel does not give up anybody in trouble.
Johanna? Old Heimer came to offer us work.
And how much will he pay us?
I have not asked, but we start tomorrow.
It won't be much with that penny-pincher.
Dad would have liked us to accept.
Let's light the fire, there will be snow.
Hello, Marianne.
Good morning!
Thank you.
- Thank you too. - Its good.
Max! Come on, let's hurry...
Get out of the way.
I need heat! More heating!
Marie!
Send me someone with a cane!
It's okay, you can cut.
- Hurry up. - Be careful, be careful.
Maria, are you sending me someone?
It needs to be warmer.
Hotter!
- I'm coming! - We need more heat!
Over here, over here.
Careful, the acid burns the hands.
And you don't have too breathe it.
It would be better too sort them out first, right?
Ruth?
You see that? It's the big brush.
With this one, you draw the outlines.
You see? Like that.
And after, you can paint the flower.
If you change color, clean the brushes well,
otherwise the old color is going to fly into a rage.
Go ahead, try.
At dad's, I was just painting apothecary jars.
I have never used colors.
You have to start sometime. You'll learn.
Lord Jesus, come to our table.
Bless these gifts with your charitable hand. Amen.
Amen!
From now on, we will have two more at the table,
but no-one will leave with an empty stomach.
Enjoy your lunch!
You must be hungry, right?
But you are here now.
Rich house,
but no clean plates.
Everyone serves themselves in the pot with their spoon.
And the floor was filthy.
He surely never washed.
Because there is no housewife.
For sure.
Have you seen the glass beads?
I have never worked on something so beautiful.
Be happy not to be packing.
Did you notice that Thomas, the youngest son of Heimer,
hasn't stopped looking at you?
It's a good party. I'm surprised that he is not yet married.
About marriage,
where are you with Peter?
Nowhere. Peter is moving to Berlin.
Maybe not.
I'm frozen.
Tomorrow, tired or not,
we make a fire of all the devils.
The ember that remained, was really not enough.
You know,
it would suffice to lengthen the petals a little
and that would be so much more elegant.
Marie, stop.
I wanted...
Lengthen the petals a little.
It's okay with me.
But that trait, you take it away from me.
Why are you not at your post?
There are no more boxes.
Ruth is slow, it would suffice to...
I have not appointed you foreman.
- But she... - Nope!
Here, they obey me.
Hey, be careful!
Thomas! Hurry up.
Finish this dozen vases tonight.
Take example of big brother.
She wants to go home the little Princess?
My dad used to call me that.
I know it's a difficult time for you.
I experienced that with my mother.
But it will pass.
This vulture is paying us a pittance. You should have asked.
With Last month's 30 marks we barely had enough to eat.
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