A Year of the Quiet Sun (Rok spokojnego slonca)

A YEAR OF THE QUIET SUN

music

stage design

camera

screenplay and director

Let it be! Don’t touch. It’s clean.

Clean? Just take a look yourself.

- It will suppurate. - It won’t, it already is.

- Let it be. - It must be dressed.

Look, it’s rotting already. Leave it.

Mom, it may be gangrene. Look away.

It will be gangrene.

I want nothing more. I’ve had enough of this life.

It’s not for us to judge, mom.

You used to say it yourself.

So what if I did?

Who is to judge?

Let’s leave it to God.

Why should we leave it to God?

If Christ died on the cross because he wanted and not because he had to,

why can’t we die when we want to?

It’s going to be all right, mom.

- Let’s go! - All together now!

All together!

No.

Thank you.

Thank you, this way.

Thank you so much.

It’s here, thank you very much.

Thank you so much.

Thank you.

He is a Fritz. She consorts with a Fritz.

Maybe she doesn’t consort with him, maybe she has some business with him?

I know it too well. It is all so clear.

She should get her head shaved.

Nobody shaves heads these days, mom.

And a German is also a human being.

Who is she to meet?

I know well that you say this just to tease me, Emilia.

- I don’t. - You justify everyone.

And this means you don’t believe in any justice.

- It’s better to justify than to judge. - I don’t think so.

She should get her head shaved and that’s the end of the story.

May I borrow matches?

I’ve run out of them.

- Where is...? - Yes, it’s here.

Yes, come, come.

Ah, it’s there.

Come in.

Good evening.

- Mother. - Mother...

- Do you speak French? - No.

What a pity.

Thank you.

Emilia, invite the gentleman.

Please, sit down.

Please.

Who is he, English, American?

I can’t see him.

Good evening.

He’s probably a member of the committee.

So much ado about a few killed airmen.

While millions of our people were killed and...

Mom.

Her husband. He is dead. Kaputt.

Mom!

Now he’s going to show us pictures.

This is the way it always starts at our neighbour's.

- Home. - Home...

Kaput.

- Radio. - Radio?

Kaput.

Kaput?

You’re very nice, soldier.

If I weren’t so old...

Do you miss your home? America?

You have nobody to miss.

Mom...

- Are you matchmaking? - I have to before I die.

You’ll live for many years.

Mom, please, try.

Very good.

Original.

- What? Pork? - Yes, pork, sweet.

Mom, what is “pork”?

In French it means “pig”.

Check the dictionary.

- Yes. - Sweet pork.

Swinnaja tuszonka.

What?

- What “tushonka”? - “Svinnaya”.

- Mom... - Don’t you remember?

You have very nice legs.

Alone?

Not anymore.

Thank you.

Mother...

Here you are.

Goodnight.

I’ll be right back.

Please, please.

Please.

Maybe it’s somebody from the shop.

Opposite.

We don’t have anything.

Mom.

Are you at your own home?

Get out! Or I’ll call for help!

Call, mommy, call.

You can speak like this to your equals!

The gentlemen will see we don’t have anything and they’ll go away.

Don’t call, don’t call,

- or Santa Clause will come. - Leave it!

He will spank you...

You’re like the Gestapo, scoundrels!

Hey! That wasn’t nice. Watch your tongue.

- Where is the money? - We don’t have any.

Flea.

Talk to mommy, Flea.

Leave her!

Money...

- Money... - Flea, stop!

Here it is, Kiddy.

And one more.

Oh, you, Kiddy, Kiddy, don’t,

she’s an old hag.

And no complaints.

Kiddy, Kiddy, Kiddy.

Why did you give it to them, I would have stood it.

They’d have killed you, mom.

And it would have been very well so.

No, no.

God is born, the powers quake.

Lord of Heavens is naked, Fire freezes, light darkens,

the infinite has boundaries. Laughed at though in his glory,

mortal king of all ages,

and the word...

Thank you.

Yes.

I have to... I have to bake the cake, I promised for tomorrow.

Take it and say thank you.

Thank you so much.

It will save us, I’ll make chocolate glazing.

Thank you so much.

They certainly pissed themselves again.

- This one! This one! - Ah, yes.

Turn around!

Turn around!

Turn around!

I don’t have the time, I have to take it somewhere.

Get in, please. We’ll give you a ride

- and we’ll talk later on. - But why?

Do come inside, please.

- What have you got there? - Anything good?

Why did you bring so little?

When will there be more?

My God, I am trying my best.

People, let me be!

The gentleman wants to tell you something but it is difficult for him.

He says that you’re young and you have someone.

I don’t see anything funny.

No, we can’t go on like this. No.

How?

We don’t stand a chance.

Please, don’t come.

Achtung.

Stillgestanden...

Hände hoch! Hände ins Genick!

Hände ins Genick!

Abteilung kehrt!

Abteilung kehrt!

Raus!

Get lost! You...

Take it! Bitte! Please!

I am warning you. Calm down!

Pay!

Pay for everything.

More. More!

Pay for... I mean...

It’s not enough. You’ve not... given. Pay for...

- For? - All the times.

- All the times. - How many times? You...

Pay, please.

Please, pay for all the times.

Forgive me, please.

Go away! Go away, scoundrel!

Lovers’ quarrel.

- I don’t regret her at all. - Mom.

Has he hurt you?

Get lost, will you?

Anything serious?

He got his migration documents to Germany and it turned out that

- he is married. - In Germany?

It doesn’t matter.

She might be dead by now. It doesn’t change anything,

according to his passport he is married.

Maybe it’s for the best.

Do you think you’d be so happy abroad?

But it’s not the point,

I wanted to start everything from scratch.