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It's hard to believe, but l used to get such whims when l was a young girl.

Aunt...

Yes, l was.

And l was younger than you.

l had big thoughts and dreams.

Eternal stupidity.

Why remember what has passed and never come back?

We have to be careful about today.

Sumet is calling and we are still here.

Come on, Stynko, because Emilka will probably say that we are not coming back.

And she's starting to get migraine or globus.

And Teresa is running after a drop of beaver essence or rum powder.

Uncle Janka is really poor with this constant illness.

Of course she's poor.

lf she was as sick as she is now, she would grow up to be a wolf.

Aunt!

Not so fast!

l'm always so fast because l'm always in a hurry.

That's why the peasants once took me for a whore.

For what whore?

For a disease they call whore.

Which was then spreading all over the world.

Almost in the same place.

Stupid women took me for a whore.

You weren't even in Korczyn then.

You were in your tenth year.

Yes, because your father had an affair with this French woman.

My eternal stupidity.

What's wrong, auntie?

l know everything very well.

And auntie, not out of anger.

So what happened to this whore?

Well, l came back from church like now.

And l was in a hurry because the guests were to come for dinner.

l had a green dress.

Then l was wearing a colourful one.

l was flying straight over the ground as if...

because every step l took was two steps too much.

And stupid women were kneeling at the meadow.

And screaming and crying that hell is taking them for a whore.

l'm telling you, Justyna, that human stupidity is a great and eternal stone.

Do you think it's nice to be taken for a whore?

l wasn't that old then.

Twelve years ago l was 36.

So now l'm 48.

And you thought you were 60.

l sure look like that.

And even then l didn't look much better.

Do you know why?

l know.

Holy Mary, Martha and Justyna, pray for us.

And l did pray.

l prayed that God would bring you back to your senses.

God, l thought that this man wouldn't come to us today.

That Mr. Różyc would invite him to dinner.

You're afraid of your parrot.

Kiru, this is a lie.

And your father, Justyna, is a real scoundrel.

l understood my father's position a long time ago.

But l couldn't accept him.

And l couldn't adopt him.

l like this kind of talk.

You're just a terrible melancholic.

Why don't you do as other ladies do?

Use your uncle's and aunt's grace.

Dress up when they want to dress you up.

Have fun.

Get married to a gentleman.

Or maybe you'll get married after you catch him.

Melancholic, you are.

Proud like a princess.

Or maybe you're still thinking about Zygmunt Korczyńska, aren't you?

Admit it.

You're thinking about Mazgai.

You're better off here.

No!

Good morning, madam.

Good morning.

Where did Jan get so many girls?

On the way.

It's a shame.

I told you by the way...

...

It's a beautiful voice.

Who's this laatchio?

Janek King.

He came down from the air.

Here in the farms.

A beautiful voice.

Who is this, auntie?

Janek Bohatyrovich.

l used to know them all very well.

Because there was a time when these Bohatyroviches were in our yard.

And they sat down with us at the table.

Father of this Janek, Jerzy.

And his mate Anselm.

And l used to sing this duet with Anselm.

Once upon a time.

Do you know the end of this song?

Of course you don't.

Now no one sings it except them.

And whoever comes there, or will come, will read it to himself.

A married couple, a married couple, lies in this grave.

That's the end.

My dear Terenia, let us in.

l haven't introduced you to the new neighbor yet.

Mrs. Teofila, this is Mrs. Teresa Plińska.

My comrade.

And once a teacher of my daughter.

And a great friend.

l'm proud to have found such a house in this empty area.

l owe it to Mr. Kirle.

Mr. Kirle is the best neighbor.

And our friend.

Isn't that right, Terenia?

Yes, dear Emilio.

And very efficient.

But...

not appreciated.

Not in our house.

Because here you find the most complete recognition.

l'm afraid that not all his housekeepers are so kind.

Who would be?

Mrs. Marta, for example.

She doesn't notice me at all.

Oh, Marta.

She is so bitter, so impetuous.

She needs to be forgiven a lot.

Anyone else?

A husband of a kind lady.

Benedict.

He is always busy.

Not company.

He spends the whole day on horseback.

And he only thinks about the farm.

And Mrs. Justyna.

We saw her today with Mr. Różyc returning from church.

ls it that young lady with a bouquet of flowers in her hands?

With a bouquet.

But without a hat and gloves.

lt's not the same.

Without a hat and gloves.

You always mystify us, Mr. Bolesław.

But Mr. Różyc can confirm it.

Yes.

That's why he noticed me.

He has much more beautiful hair than she does.

And Mrs. Justyna...

Orzełska.

She is Mr. Benedict's aunt's sister.

And she lives here?

Yes.

Her father lost his property.

He got widowed.

And since then they both live with us.

Justyna is a good girl.

But very original.

She always behaves differently than everyone else.

l really don't know what to do.

Emilio.

lf you get angry, you'll get a globus.

l already feel it.

My dear, give me a drop.

Maybe fresh air will do you good.

Don't you want me to open the window?

No, no, no.

l'm so afraid of chains.

l understand.

Drink slowly, Emilio.

lf it doesn't pass, l'll rub it with vinegar.

Rub it right away, my dear.

And then see if Marta has returned from church.

l'm worried about the dinner.

And today l won't eat anything else but a little bit of brine.

And l don't know if she told me to cook brine.

And besides, we have such nice guests today.

And why is Mrs. Teresa running so fast?

Is she on fire or what?

Emilio, l'm getting a globus.

And we'll have guests for dinner.

Mr. Kirło and Mr. Różyc have come.

Oh, it's a real permission, God.

l beg your pardon.

l beg your pardon.

Emilio, the children aren't here yet.

They should be here by now.

l'm also worried.

l feel a migraine.

Imagine, gentlemen, that our children, Leonia and

Witold, are returning from school for a holiday.

And they had to take the train.

And the husband himself, unfortunately, didn't find the time to go after them.

He only sent the horses to the station.

Mr. Dobrodziej, he works near the farm even on Sundays.

How kind of you, sir.

This one, that one, that one.

There's no holiday for me.

On the contrary, even.

When a couple of strangers celebrate a holiday, you have to make sure that the

cattle don't die of hunger or that they don't smoke in the yard.

Work is not a misfortune.

It's only about the consequences.

lf you hit the wall with your head every step, you think that everything you do

will be for the devil's sake, and this one, that one, that one...

As for this year's harvest, they are promising.

Yes.

For me, it's quite beautiful.

lf the harvest from the cart goes well, it's a good idea, isn't it?

Well, then thousands will be from this beautiful basket.

Thousands!

And do you know how much they paid for the harvest last year?

My wife doesn't let me into the farm.

And Mr. Dobrodziej, how do you predict that the last year's prices will rise a little?

Who can predict that?

Anyway, l don't know much about this side.

l'm a newbie.

And where do you live?

Where do you come from?

Are the average citizens, like me, sitting on a thousand, two thousand,

ten lands, or in the present times, those who don't have any money,

who work hard, are they able to sustain themselves?

Mr. Dobrodziej, l come from Paris.

And in Paris... l understand.

In Paris...

l understand.

And l have an idea.

Mr. Dobrodziej.

Mrs. Dobrodziej.

Mr. Dobr Bey.

Mr. Dobr Bey.

Yes.

Mr. Dobr Bey.

You're saying that Mr.

Dobr Bey, Will more guests come today?

Don't you know who they are?

Two competitors for you.

Keep looking at them and they will finally appear.

You will have three with Mr. Różyc.

What is Marta talking about?

Mr. Różyc?

Where would he be with such wealth?

Although... although he was looking at me strangely today.

Oh, those men...

Tell me, my dear Marta, who else will come?

The children are coming.

They should be here an hour ago.

But first I won't serve dinner or they won't show up.

What are you doing here?

I wanted to check if it's not time to change the table.

And sniff out what will be for dinner.

Very good things.

You should change.

Do I have to kidnap you, master?

No, no, no.

Emilia Maglobus?

No, no, no.

No, no, no.

I'm very sorry.

I'm very sorry.

Come on, come on.

Mr. Kirło.

I present to everyone, especially our new neighbor,

the most famous musician in the whole area.

Pardon?

Of Europe.

Please don't mind his attire, because the artist is leaving.

Mr. Kirło.

He likes to play.

He lost all his wealth, but he has achieved much for it.

And now I will present to you...

This is Mars.

He knows how to steal, to steal and to jump through sticks.

I have brought him here so that you can have even more fun.

Let's go, father.

Wonderful.

Like Antigone.

The children are leaving.

My children!

Take out the rest.

The children are leaving!

The children!

My children!

You!

You!

Come here!

My children are leaving!

Dad!

You

have a daughter here.

Stop!

Formidable.

If only I had the talent of Zygmunt.

So this is a finished painting.

Go.

You could even like it in Paris.

I would like to see it in Paris.

Look.

If only you could find yourself there for one day.

One day, maybe.

But for a year or two, and Paris can be boring.

Parisian girls too?

What do you mean, Parisian girls, Mr. Boleslaw?

Sometimes you can see a woman in an empty room, who would be able to blind them.

Someone has fallen into someone's eye today.

Should I guess who?

You don't have to give me your ideas.

Today's joke at dinner should be enough for you.

Mrs. Emilia wants entertainment.

And at dinner, I not only played with the ladies, but I also observed.

Mrs. Justyna noticed your gaze.

That's why I looked at her.

Tell me, who is she?

Mrs. Emilia explained.

A relative of her husband.

A beautiful lady.

As evil as a wolf.

Oh, she was good at judging you.

She looked like an antagonist defending Oedipus.

Ha, ha, ha.

What an Oedipus he is.

And you are looking at that princess.

After looking at her, I can see that she has a temperament.

Ah, temperament.

She must have had it, but she has already blown it.

Why is that?

Romance, Mr. Theophilus, romance.

You mentioned, looking at the river, Zygmunt Korczyński, this artist, I suppose.

Korczyński?

And Mrs. Justyna.

She looks like a wife to me.

In what way, Mr. Theophilus?

Well, it all started in childhood.

Like a brotherhood.

So why didn't you... They didn't get married.

Exactly.

And who would marry a poor relative?

Mrs. Andrzejowa Korczyńska, mother of Zygmunt, would never let that happen.

So that's the case.

You are still weak, Stryu Anselm, after your illness.

You should have stayed at home and come back.

Poor and a fly.

A fly, when he orders the soldiers, must be there.

And we have to go to the grave.

And then to Jan and Cecylia.

It's too late.

We'll only get to the grave.

Eternal rest.

I'd rather give them the right choice.

I thought during my illness, Jan, that we'd put up a fence here.

Let me guard the graves when I can't make it.

And you.

Because no one will remember about us, no one will remember about Kurhan,

since today some want to forget, and others don't even know.

Maybe no one told them about Stryu.

And do we have to talk about what the Earth itself is calling for?

I'm very happy.

I'm very happy.

I'm very happy that the brother-in-law wanted to visit us.

Please.

Please.

Please.

Please.

The doctor said that aunt must be treated.

Leave me alone with the doctors.

What do they know?

We'll bring this doctor from the city.

What else?

I don't need any research.

What does aunt see?

Mr. Darzycki has come.

Mr. Darzycki has come.

What about the dinner?

Go away, you rascals.

You're disturbing us.

I'm sorry about this, dear brother-in-law, but I'm forced

to remind you of the dowry of my wife and your sister.

Which one did you stop?

With your permission and on interest.

And which one do you pay regularly?

Yes.

You are a man of honour.

I admit it with pleasure.

Maybe I could still...

You're not like her, Mr. Benedict.

You're not like her.

I would like to borrow this sum from you as a matter of honour.

But circumstances force me to ask for her payment.

And what circumstances, if I may know?

Because maybe it would be enough in annual rates.

Unfortunately, the eldest daughter is getting married.

Married?

She's entering into a very good family.

And the marriage must be appropriate.

Table silver?

Porcelain?

Stainless steel?

Of course, it's small things.

And now the furniture.

A new carriage?

A piano.

A piano?

Or in times like these...

I'm the one who's getting my daughter married, dear brother-in-law, and not you.

Well, a few thousand rubles.

I could somehow... get this and that, but...

I can't get a few thousand at once.

Then you'll have to sell something.

Sell a forest by the river, and that's it.

A forest?

But there's... a grave there.

What grave?

My brother-in-law forgot.

There lies his brother, Andrzej, and those who are with him.

It's going to be hard for me.

This forest is like...

a chapel.

Sentimentality.

And that's how bad she's made us.

Yes, my brother-in-law...

My brother-in-law is right about that.

And about others, too.

We should strive for higher civilization, and not just watch what happened.

And in this respect, I admire your brother-in-law.

My brother-in-law is talking about Zygmunt Korczyński.

Oh, really?

He's a skilled man.

An artist.

And he's really brought our company to life.

An artist.

It's a pity that he doesn't have the least talent for the farm.

Apparently, he doesn't paint either.

And what is he supposed to paint?

An artist needs...

impressions.

Beauty.

Deep experiences.

Freedom.

Freedom?

And why does this Gagatek still demand from fate?

He has talent, wealth, a young and beautiful

wife, who can't see the world outside of him.

It seems...

between us... that she's already bored of Zygmunt.

What does the brother-in-law want?

Artistic nature.

He's fickle.

He dives in quickly.

And you also call this a higher civilization?

We won't understand each other.

I've run out of time.

I thought that the brother-in-law would stay for dinner.

Emilia would be very happy.

And I would... And we would have agreed on some...

We have already agreed on everything, Mr. Benedict.

But...

I can postpone the deadline by a month.

And the furthest...

by two months.

Come on!

To the boat!

I was looking at Witko at our place, because I know that he came on Sunday.

But he didn't come, so he came by himself.

And you did very well.

Now I know that it's good.

But yesterday we said that Witko will surely stop coming to Bohaterowicz.

Because maybe father will forbid it.

No one can forbid me to stop with you.

Do you understand?

Even father.

Is Witko not afraid of father?

I'm not afraid of father, but only of father.

Hold this.

Come in.

I'm busy.

What do you want?

Mr. Bohaterowicz has come.

About these taken horses.

He wants to see you.

About the compensation for the damage that our horses made in your crop.

Don't give them up.

Because they didn't do any damage.

So what did they do in my crop?

They came in.

And a little bit.

They came in.

They lost a lot of the crop.

Is it a big loss?

Maybe a little bit.

Tell them to give these horses up.

They need them in the field.

If you pay, I'll give them up.

I won't pay!

You will pay!

If you don't pay, I'll give you a complaint.

Because I won't let you rob without a trial.

And I will.

I will.

Because I won't let you steal from me.

With your permission.

We are not thieves.

And we have never been.

And now we will file a complaint against you.

And give them up to the devil himself.

Just get out of my sight now.

Wait.

What's your name?

This is... this... What's your name?

Fabian.

And the other one?

Anselm Bohatyrowicz.

Anselm Bohatyrowicz.

But you will have a trial anyway.

And now get out!

Nieboszczyk, Mr. Andrzej.

He wouldn't do that to us.

Nieboszczyk, my brother, lived in the wrong times.

He gives half of the punishment, but you will pay the other half.

We won't pay anything!

Let us go to court.

Because we will give you a fine.

If you want a trial, then a trial.

And now get out!

Out of the yard!

Take this book in your hand.

Go to the grave altar.

Read and remember.

Maybe you will want to see our eyes together again.

They were resting on these cards all the time.

Do you remember?

Do you remember?

Who could have seen me in such a heat?

I can't feel my hands anymore.

And there's still so much to do.

The dough didn't rise well.

And I don't know how it will come out of the oven.

If it's too hot, I'll probably burn out of shame.

And Mrs. Andrzejowa?

She will look at a man like that.

Do you think she will come?

She will come.

She will come.

With her son-in-law, Zygmus.

He hasn't been back from abroad.

And he hasn't introduced his wife.

She's young, apparently.

And she's in love with him.

And you said it doesn't hurt anymore.

That you don't think about this, Mazgai.

You lied.

You lied.

No, I was telling the truth.

I don't want to think about him, auntie.

And I don't want to see him.

That's why I'd rather not be at Emilia's funeral tomorrow.

You won't get rid of the disease, because you're as healthy as a rat.

So what am I supposed to do?

Laugh.

Talk.

And not pay any attention to him.

As if he wasn't there.

That's right.

That's what we asked for with my husband.

Mrs. Bolesław, that she would meet us at least once a year.

Well, I didn't know that she was so kind to you.

But I guarantee that she will come.

I'll be glad to see my cousin.

Did you give her my greetings?

Not yet, because I haven't been home for a week.

If you, Zygmunt, had disappeared for a few hours, and I wouldn't know where,

I would go crazy with fear.

Doesn't this Kirlo love his wife?

He needs a break.

But you won't change, will you?

You'll always love your Clotilde, won't you?

That's true.

Ladies and gentlemen, to the living room.

I came back from Monachium through Vienna.

I wanted to see this city and I wasn't disappointed.

It's beautiful.

As I heard, you spent a long time in it.

Yes, that's true.

I spent the longest time in Vienna.

I compare this city to Rome, London or even Paris.

But Paris is the most important for an artist.

If not for my mother, I would stay in it forever.

I admit that it's a bit sad to get to know all these wonderful cities.

To fall suddenly on this meadow and deaf desert.

Oh, but you're only on it for a few weeks.

And I'm on it for a few months.

I really don't know how.

Among these barns, harvest and so-called interests.

I can survive longer.

For the pleasure of time, you have at least a

beautiful talent, your own paint and brushes.

By the way, what canvas are you preparing now?

The canvas?

Here?

And where would the artist look for inspiration in this meadow?

At the crumbling hill?

At the pear tree?

Or maybe at the cabbage garden?

I thought, cousin, that you were talking to me.

I was talking to Mr. Różyc about the garden.

Unwillingly, I heard the word cabbage.

And yes, vitally, Witold, we are talking to Mr. Teofil about cabbage.

Your importance is very important.

Really?

Of course.

What reforms do you want to introduce in your Vołoszczyźnie?

Because I heard that the goods under your absence were neglected.

Reforms in my Vołoszczyźnie?

I haven't thought about it so far.

What do you mean?

I thought that such people, educated, rich, should give education, an example,

an initiative.

And a young spirit?

Oh, I'm not as young as I look.

When a million has passed, I feel on my shoulders for an entire century.

Isn't that so, Mr. Teofil?

You will see, Mr. Count, how important it is to modernize our ways of management.

Next year, Father has allowed me to spend the holidays at the university.

And now I have to study in a model-based economy.

Now I have finished the second year of school and I have

a more or less idea of what it should all look like.

As in our countries, it is very bad in every respect.

And I think, gentlemen, that everyone who can should start working.

You, Wiciu, have your head so full of all the theories

that you are ready to say it all the time and everywhere.

This is a typical feature of the first, burning youth.

Of course, I don't get angry, Zygmunt.

You are also young.

And you have no right to waste it on your painting laurels.

What would you answer if I asked you how the situation is

in your asses in terms of health, economic life, science?

What would you answer me?

You are talking about simple people.

I would say that it is as bad as possible.

And you can say that with such a light weight?

But I think that you think differently than Zygmunt.

He was raised that way.

You see, you are an artist.

But you will probably soon enter the lower classes.

The ones that have been neglected for so long.

And all the ideas of our times will admit the right to them.

The ideas of our times are, of course, a very beautiful thing.

But ask your father what the situation was like when he tried, as you say,

to go down to the lower classes.

To lift them.

My father is not married.

He doesn't have enough money.

But you, Mr. Zygmunt... Let's listen to some music now.

It would be a little rude to talk at a time like this.

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You've come to the world at least once.

My Maryna is such a housewife that she can't be left out of the house or the farm.

l'm very happy, dear cousin.

l'm really very happy.

You promised to come to our Olszynka and l'm waiting for free.

Now l'll come for sure.

Welcome.

Please, please, please.

Do you know Mrs.

Olszynka well?

Yes, why are you asking about her?

Please, please.

l like her play very much.

Does she visit you?

l don't have a piano.

But she visits you.

Yes, sometimes she comes in.

That's good, that's very good.

l would like you to arrange for us to meet by chance at your place.

l can't come here as often as l would like to and need to.

And that's what you want?

What do you mean?

Mary...

What do you need?

To see this lady.

Then see her in your Vienna.

lf you think you can fool this poor girl, you won't meet her at my place.

Like Kirloff.

But a parishioner, dear cousin, a parishioner.

You too would be better off if you were an ordinary parishioner.

Maybe, but not in this matter now.

And what is it about?

That l like this lady very much.

Will you invite her?

Yes, to see you, but alone.

Come when you want.

Because everyone thanks the violin, l would like to thank the pianist.

Thank you.

l've sent you a book and a letter.

Have you read it?

l know those poems.

l'm asking about the letter, Justyna.

Will there be an answer?

There won't be.

l don't believe it, and l'm waiting for an answer.

Why do you need it?

To know if you're still hurting and you'll avoid me.

Please, l hope you'll try to understand me properly.

Thank you very much.

Aren't you jealous?

About what?

About whom?

Because you don't know anything.

After all, this is the first love of a little husband.

The first love.

And you know, he always comes back.

l'm the first love.

You know?

l know very well about this supposed first love.

Everyone has already managed to tell me about it.

But you probably know other Polish words.

The first cats.

Pets?

Yes.

Tell me, Justyna, will you always despise me?

No, it's not like that.

So l can have hope.

Justyna.

Justyna.

You can't.

lt's so beautiful here.

But it's so beautiful outside.

lt would be a sin to sit here all the time.

Justyna!

Bring me a scarf and an umbrella.

You know how afraid l am of the sun.

Let me take her away.

l'll give you a hand.

Please.

l've returned to the chapel.

Justyna, have you forgotten about the past?

About our past.

You won't be my friend anymore.

Sister.

Go away.

What do you want from me?

Will you continue to play with me?

That's enough.

l won't go away.

l want this friendship.

This heart.

Heart and soul.

Soul?

Do you think l'm the same child who once believed in your beautiful poetic words?

l'll repeat them again.

And you'll lie again?

You'll lie.

Because now you can only believe in this one thing.

The most faithful friendship.

No.

You know very well what they call it in the big world.

And this soul of mine... What did you say?

Soul?

And this soul of mine will never, you hear, will never accept it.

Justyna.

Justyna.

Will you let me take her out?

Please lie down.

l forgot my hat.

Justyna.

Have you forgotten about the past?

About our past?

You won't be my friend anymore.

You'll never be my sister.

Sister.

You'll never be my sister.

Why should you blame me?

You'll never be my sister.

Why do you still want to play with me?

This is enough.

l won't go away.

l want your friendship.

Your heart.

Heart and soul.

Soul.

Do you think l'm the same child who once believed in your beautiful words?

l'll repeat them again.

And you're going to lie again?

You're going to lie, because now you can only believe one thing.

The most faithful friend.

No.

You know very well what they call it in the big world.

And my... how did you say it?

Soul.

And my soul will never accept that.

Justyna.

Justyna, I'll tell ya.

Horse of the pig...

Fisherman of the fisherman... throw the nets...

to the bottom...

Good evening, madam.

Madam... I was in the wrong place.

Please show me the nearest court.

Thank you.

I found a way out.

You know, I came here.

The traffic jam has led me here.

Nothing like that.

You can come back on the shorter way.

Over there.

If miss wants, I will bring you there.

Mr. Jan Bohatyrowicz.

How come?

Where does miss know who I am?

Because I see you for the second time.

The first time when I was coming back with aunt Marta.

From the church.

She told me about your father and his outfit.

About the Anselm's outfit?

He used to know aunt Marta well.

Because he was often in the yard.

And my father took me sometimes to Korczyn.

Only later, when my father was gone...

I was never there.

How come?

For the wheat?

Miss, are you unrecognized in the farm?

A little bit.

Because sometimes I look at the plowshares.

Such a hard work in the field.

For me, plowing is like going for a walk.

And miss likes walks too.

When she leaves the house.

Everyone said that today there was a ball in the yard.

Names of aunt Emilia.

I was not happy with them.

I preferred to go far into the field.

I know for a long time that miss is not always happy in the yard.

And the face of a man.

The face that is hidden in the heart.

The face?

I see miss from afar.

But I can see her.

Far away.

Maybe miss is angry that I said so boldly.

I'm not angry.

Miss can't know that I'm looking at her.

And different thoughts come to my mind.

What is there?

You don't have to worry too much.

There are bad people and good people in the world.

The worst thing is when a man does nothing.

And only thinks about his poverty.

It's true.

And if there is nothing to do?

It can't be.

Everyone in the world has something to do.

My father said that... Do you remember your father?

Not really.

And mother is alive?

She is alive.

Praise God.

To tell the truth.

Stray Hansel was always a father and mother to me.

A few years ago he couldn't get out of bed.

Everything fell on me.

But now everything has changed for the better.

And so much of my poverty I will find in my own desires.

And what are these desires?

Different.

While they can never be fulfilled.

Children can't be fulfilled.

But what's the point of talking about sadness on such a beautiful day?

I'd better take Miss Jan to the road.

Have you finished your work?

Because I don't want to disturb you.

I've finished.

It seems that Mr.

Jan has a lot of time.

If he walks so slowly.

And what does Mr. Jadwiga carry there?

I don't know Mr. Jadwiga.

He looks at the sun and his eyes darken.

Maybe Miss Jadwiga guessed.

Maybe she guessed.

I'll guess that I can't.

Why does Mr. Jan never want to visit us?

It seems that at the end of the world I don't live.

He has already mentioned Mr. Jadwiga.

And he is waiting.

Who is that?

He lives in the area of Aktorka.

Aktorka?

You don't understand our names.

Our Aktorka is the same as our successor.

Mr. Jadwiga's grandfather, Jakub Bohaterowicz,

had a daughter, whom he gave away as a dowry.

His daughter and son-in-law died.

And his granddaughter was left to him.

Then the whole farm will fall on her.

And they say that old Jakub still has a lot of money.

A wealthy lady.

And very beautiful.

As far as beauty is concerned, at least.

Yes, it seems that she is too big.

But hardworking and with a good heart.

She takes care of her grandfather.

Last year she even mowed and plowed by herself.

Then the guy told me that I would help her.

Because I respect old Jakub very much.

And to this he hit his head that...

And this Jakub is 90 years old.

How many times did he go to war with Mr. Benedict's grandfather?

How many times did he go to war with Mr. Benedict's grandfather?

I'll pull it out again.

They probably feel it.

It's here.

Thank you very much.

I think I hit it.

This way, right?

Yes.

Or maybe I would take the lady to the yard.

So that some bad dog or cattle would not scare us.

I would leave the horses only.

Because we are actually close.

There.

Okay.

I.

I.

Here, not far.

The matter is given thanks to God.

And the fly will bring out what Mr. Korczynski will win.

And I repeat to Fabian that the fly will feed on what we will get from Mr.

Korczynski.

Why?

Don't reach for the stranger.

And what if it turns out that he is not a stranger, but only ours?

Fabian's lawyer made fun of him.

And Fabian believes.

Let him not be born again.

I would not let him down.

I don't have to go to anyone.

And I won't ask Anselmo for help.

Although Anselmo's wisdom was not yet out of his head.

He took it from the great masters.

Let Fabian not make me burn my eyes with the great masters.

I haven't seen them for twenty years.

And I'm sure I won't see them until death.

It's very nice here.

It's a lovely garden, isn't it?

Anselmo's dress.

And mine.

If you'll excuse me, the dress will be very elegant.

Please.

Here.

Stryja, it's Justyna Skorczyna.

Let Stryja come and greet you.

Skorczyna?

What for?

She came from Poczoń.

When you brought her here, she goes to her alone.

What about me?

I have to drive the horses away.

Stryja.

My dear.

My dear.

Please.

Please.

I'm Anselm Bohatyrowicz.

I'm sorry that I'm standing in a hat, but I

have a head which is afraid of getting cold.

I wanted to see you up close.

It's beautiful here.

Really.

Thank you very much.

Mr. Jan kindly invited me.

Please sit down.

Thank you.

Excuse me.

Maybe I'm disturbing you.

I didn't expect such a promotion.

I didn't expect such a promotion.

I didn't expect anyone from Skorczyna to visit my poor hut.

How do you know Mrs. Marta Korczynska?

Mrs. Marta Korczynska.

She often mentions you.

She often mentions you.

Only out of her own grace.

For so many years.

I see her in church sometimes.

She has changed.

She helps Uncle Benedict.

And she works hard.

But she was afraid of work.

All she had to do was work.

In the morning she saw a flower and in the evening she saw a woman.

Are you ill?

Oh.

Who told you that?

Mr. Korczynski?

He didn't know her.

He didn't.

Oh.

This is it.

I have to go.

To the orchard.

To the swine.

It's our own effort.

It's our own effort.

Modernity and vanquishability.

Not for this kind of work a man looked, but instead went.

Not with such hopes he fed himself, but he ate poison.

Everything in this world flows like water, like a leaf over a tree.

And now...

now a man almost satisfied with everything...

and is happy that he at least waited for this garden.

Our nest.

Everything is ours.

And for this reason we hold on to it with our teeth and claws.

Uncle Benedict too.

Korczyna looks after the nest.

I know.

It's Antolka, naturally Janka.

Every house needs a woman's hand.

Good morning, ladies and gentlemen.

I've come to borrow some water.

What for?

A handful?

I'll take it in a handful.

I just wanted to see Miss Korczyna.

She's Elżunia Bohaturowiczówna.

The loveliest woman in the whole area.

And Mr. Anzen wasn't as grumpy as he was when he was young.

But a little bit of respect is enough.

Elżunia!

Have you got a job in the house?

Let's welcome the Anzelm's guest.

It's been a long time since our poor enemies had such great legs.

What would it be like if Mr. Korczynski saw that his

sister-in-law was in the very nest of his greatest enemies?

We are not enemies to anyone.

We are not enemies to anyone.

Why are you speaking so rudely, Fabian?

Because Mr. Anzelm doesn't have any grudge against Mr. Korczynski.

He doesn't remember that he called us thieves.

I remember that Mr. Korczynski didn't carry Fabian with his sons on his back.

May Mr. Korczynski live long and healthy.

I don't curse him.

And I won't send him anywhere.

Anzelm is always like that.

It's as if he was talking to God yesterday.

But I'm not afraid to tell Mr. Korczynski's own sister-in-law that I was

the one who talked to him and found the lawyer.

Because I won't give him to death.

Let Mr. Fabian remember.

What?

I can't speak?

Let Mr. Fabian come to remember.

There is a lady.

What did I say?

The fool spoke to you.

Let's go.

If I've got something in my mouth, I'm sorry.

Goodbye, everyone.

He spoke to me.

A fool.

Once again we ask you not to be angry with us.

Our sacrifice was never yours.

It belongs to Mr. Korczynski.

Fabian is a hothead.

He's a rat.

I hope you'll forgive us.

And you'll keep good memories.

It's the easy way to Korczyn.

But we have to cross the border there.

Have you ever been to Jan and Cecilia's?

No.

I'm sure.

What could you do to them?

A little pause... and we are back.

Take me with you.

And for what reason?

Yes, please.

Stry knows everything about Jan and Cecilia.

He will tell us, won't he, Stry?

We don't have much time.

It will be bad if we don't finish the cross by autumn.

We should build a new one, because Jan and Cecilia are our ancestors.

They came here a few hundred years ago.

And they established a settlement in the deaf forest.

And the forest was the same.

The same trees.

They built swamps, meadows.

They cut down the forest.

And they turned the land into a field.

And they gave the wealth to the rich.

And when King Zygmunt August, the last of the Jagiellons, was hunting in the nearby

kniei, and he saw that in the abundance and happiness of the rich human

settlement, he gave the descendants of Jan and Cecilia a noble seal.

A name.

And the name Bohatyrowicze.

And they fought the forest as a hero.

Not with blood and sword.

But with work and sweat.

This is our beginning.

And this is the reason why we are sitting on this land.

Although the nobility of the great-grandfathers was taken away from us.

But at least this is it.

All of us are wheels from one fence.

It is our job.

To be men or to be lords, it doesn't matter.

But to go back to the slum is boring and I miss it.

And that's the end.

Thank you.

All right, all right, all right.

And who will come here?

Or will come?

Think about it.

A married couple.

A married couple.

And the old lady is lying in this grave.

Mr. Dubrodzin, you may be quiet.

This is an emigrant.

Thank you.

An emigrant.

Thank you.

Thank you very much.

Drive up, drive up.

This mixture I gave you, it's humus.

It's full of humus.

Thank you.

Aunt, open up.

I'm going to sew up your beautiful slippers today.

Just open up, aunt, my dear.

What's going on here, Leonid?

Justysiu, has the doctor left already?

Yes, just a moment ago, but what are you doing there?

I had to lock myself in the slum.

Because you're not afraid of the doctor, that's why.

Oh, I see.

Wretch, give me peace with your doctor.

Go.

So what, where are you coming from?

Where have you been?

Let me guess.

In Bohatyrowice.

In Bohatyrowice?

Yes.

What were you going there for?

The path led me there.

The path.

Did you pick those flowers yourself?

No, Jan Bohatyrowicz gave them to me.

They smell wonderful.

I'll bring them some water.

Justyno!

What, aunt?

Do you think, my dear, that God gives one person a heart, and the other one a stone?

You have a heart because of that lady from the manor.

And he has a stone because he's a man, right?

Play with it, my dear.

Play with it.

Out of boredom, out of melancholy.

Do I know what I'm made of?

But for now, until there's another one, I won't send you.

Why do you say that to me?

And what am I waiting for?

For example, for this pale rose.

I saw how he looks at you.

I saw it well.

You're probably blind too, aren't you?

Aunt...

Oh, my God!

Teofil!

Rose!

Rose!

Take it and get it out of here, quickly!

Very well, madam.

Jesus Christ!

Quickly!

Take it, quickly!

Yes, madam.

Get it out, quickly!

Hello.

Really, what a surprise!

Welcome, cousin.

Good morning.

I'm very happy.

Finally, you'll try my confiture.

Oh, me too.

It's very nice to see you, cousin.

I hope I'm not disturbing you.

Oh, my God!

Please.

Please, come in.

How good it is that you are just like this, Aranya.

What?

Different from all these women I've met in Paris or Vienna.

Do you like diversity, cousin?

l like it, l like it.

l'm sick of these constant marzipans.

And l'm looking at the bread in a loving way.

Have you looked at your assets?

Oxana thinks about it and l'm in despair.

l can't bear all these accounts, these economists or rulers.

You have to be a little... l can't.

And besides, my apathy...

And you can overcome your apathy, because it's just a fanabery.

You're wrong, my dear cousin, this is a serious and a serious illness.

Although... although recently... l've found something that...

started to stir me up a little.

What is it?

Oh, you know it well.

Me?

Yes.

l told you about it at Mrs. Emilia's in Korczyn.

No, not me.

Justyna.

Mrs. Orzelska.

l like her very much.

l'll give you some cookies, Teo.

You said you liked them.

Or maybe you'll eat raspberries with sugar?

Ruzia!

Ruzia!

Raspberries!

Come on!

What about you?

Come on.

Come here.

Come here.

Come!

Ruzia!

Help me!

Help!

Come on!

Oh, Lord!

My God!

Oh, my God, it's so much better now.

Come here.

Come here.

Where did it go?

My dearest, come on!

Come here!

Come here.

Come here.

Let me go.

What?

Everything is on my head, so it's hard to keep it all in order.

Forgive me, but go to the balcony.

There's clean air there.

Don't think l'm complaining.

Bolesław just doesn't have a head for the farm, so l have to deal with it myself.

But l see and admire.

But we were talking about something else, cousin.

About Mrs. Orzelska.

This girl is such an interesting subject for you.

Leave her alone, Teo.

She's handsome, that's true.

But you must have seen a thousand more beautiful girls in your London,

Paris, Vienna.

So what do you want from her?

She's not a coquette.

Well, that's it.

Especially from her story with Zygmunt Korczyński, she has become very serious.

She doesn't dress up, she doesn't like to play.

Well, that's it.

And you've got used to other women in the big world.

You've lost your head for other women.

You're right, cousin, but you're forgetting one thing.

What is it?

That people like you, crystal people, don't know anything about such things.

We just don't know why we feel attracted to this or that woman.

We have this instinct that with this woman, and

not another, we can bring out their true pleasures.

Teosiu!

I don't think you'll blush.

What kind of a strange country are you in?

Old-fashioned.

Well, that's it.

It doesn't matter.

You can say anything to such an old-fashioned woman.

What do you mean?

What do you want from Justyna?

You're right to say that I've met many more beautiful women in the world.

But in Justyna's eyes, in her movements, there's something...

something like this.

You can't understand it, but Miss Orzelska has, I assure you, a lot of temperament.

There's a lot of temperament.

And what's next?

Next is that I've had enough of real and pretentious

hussars, historians, real and pretentious hussars.

The toujours de peau drie has never been my motto.

For a change, you can see, I've started to lose my health.

I've lost my body and my soul.

And this is Miss Orzelska.

But I won't take her as a spy.

Theophile!

She's a cure for my apathy.

I feel that when I look at her, when I'm close to her, my apathy disappears.

Do you understand me, Mary?

I understand.

That's why I'll give you some advice.

Yes.

If your fatal apathy disappears with Justyna, then marry her.

What?

What did you say?

Marry Miss Orzelska.

Excellent idea, cousin.

Excellent.

It shows the goodness of your heart and the complete ignorance of the world.

You can fall in love with such an amphibian

as Miss Orzelska but marry them is impossible.

Amphibian?

You're comparing a woman to a frog?

No, Mary, think for yourself.

She doesn't know who she is.

Born and not born.

Raised and not raised.

Poor and not poor.

If I presented her to my sister-in-law, she would get a fatal spasm.

And besides, Miss Orzelska is a little bit of a fool.

I would only surprise myself and the world.

No, it's an indignation.

So why are you going to Korczyn?

Because this unexpected sympathy for me itself revives and elevates me.

It came true at the last moment when I was

already beginning to doubt all the charms of life.

And what is the end of it?

Oh, dear cousin, I'm too little a philosopher to think about the end of everything.

And a marriage and...

And a moment of prosperity is not to be envied.

Nothing of it will be, dear Teosiu.

Justyna can't be bewitched.

Are you sure about that?

Most certainly.

I will persuade you to Orzhenko.

And I will persuade...

Cyclophon V.

Die Levee.

Die опять.

Tagem sie zmęczył moja Emilciu, że trochę odpocząć przy Tobie muszę...

Ja także czuję się bardzo zmęczona upałem.

Ale co tam upał?

Fizyczną przykrość każdy znieść może, byle tylko był spokój.

A cóż cię znowu tak niepokoi?

No, zawsze mnie o to pytasz, a ja Ci opowiadam i potem pytasz znowu.

Tak.

Yes, l'm incapable of remembering and understanding all your problems.

But these things are understandable and easy to remember.

l'm sick, alone at home, like a desert.

A desert?

l think it's better to live in a desert than in

circumstances in which l have to fight all the time.

A man wasn't born to be a tyrant and a peasant.

What am l to do?

What am l to do?

When my peasants are ploughing the forest, saving the crops, ploughing the pastures,

here you'll dig a hole, there you'll sew, there you'll spread.

l want to be able to breathe freely and not

to worry that you'll ever run out of bread.

Bread, bread, bread...

You can't go around without your perfumed

slippers and you talk so ironically about bread?

l'm without many things, which are so important to me.

Bread for my soul, bread for my body.

Why have you been so indifferent to me for so long?

Do you have something to throw away from me?

You've changed, Benedict.

You've immersed yourself in material interests

and you've renounced all beauty and poetry.

All right.

So we'll both immerse ourselves in poetry, and in the meantime, the bank or the

shoemakers will sell us corks and we'll go to the world with the children.

To Oki.

We don't understand each other, Benedict.

And we won't be able to understand each other anymore.

Each of us now has a separate world.

You're right.

We'll probably never understand each other again.

What else can we do?

What else can we do?

l wanted to come here a long time ago.

But l was afraid, because...

people said that you were...

That l was a weirdo.

That's right.

And a pervert, right?

l got so confused once in my life, that l've always been confused.

That's the truth.

The Oryles.

The Oryles.

l haven't seen them for two years.

ls it hard for you in the school?

No.

But l'd like to finish it and get into the job.

There's a lot of work here.

For example with this water,

l heard from the people that you advise to dig a few hundred days and build a mill so

that there would be no need for milk in the barns anymore, and so l thought,

that's a good advice, but where did it come from in the son of Mr.

Korczynski, who is so indifferent to our affairs as if we were not in the world?

Please don't say anything against my father, because my father, because my

father is for me... l beg your pardon, but l know Mr. Korczynski differently.

He wasn't like that in the past.

And his brother, Andrzej Stryja Pański.

l can't remember him anymore.

Not a single word.

l see Witold ashamed and sorry.

But he didn't know Mr. Andrzej, because Witold wasn't in the world at that time.

Witold doesn't know how it was different with everything.

What cohesion there was between people.

What clashes, plans, intentions.

And now?

Now the gloom has come upon us.

We are like that fallen pea.

Each grain turns on its own and rots on its own.

Without giving up the harvest.

You doubted all the good, Mr. Anselm?

Every thing in front of my eyes flows like an oryla with twigs.

Like a fallen leaf.

And only sometimes, when l look at my Janek...

and now at Witold.

Then what?

l think that when the young summer grows and the new forest grows...

you will do the work that has been interrupted.

We will do it.

First, where there is the greatest negligence.

Where there is the greatest human harm.

Where there is the greatest The people live in humiliation.

They don't benefit from the fruit of their labor.

But we will change it, Mrs. Anselm.

We will unite with our people.

Only then will we become a nation capable of fighting.

l didn't expect to hear such words for the second time.

Similar to the mood of Christ.

Similar to the mood of Christ.

Similar to the mood of Christ.

Do you know what it's called?

Male stability.

Or female poverty.

Or female poverty.

Are you really going to go to Kurhan tomorrow?

Because it's a bit of a shame that you've never been there.

l will go.

Only if the weather will let me.

The weather will let me.

It would be good to sail out early in the morning when it's not hot yet.

Could you get up a little earlier and come to the river at around nine?

It won't be that easy.

But l will try.

Having found myself before the king, l made a ditch deep into the ground.

And for a long time l didn't dare to look at the beloved faces of the great Ludwig.

But the smile of the king, the sun, told me that l would soon

be a star of the first magnitude in the sky of his court.

l experienced divine feelings.

l thought that l was entering paradise in greatness, brilliance, elegance and luxury.

Can you show yourself?

Similarly beautiful.

Similarly radiant.

A different existence than that of Margrave.

Oh, such a life.

Even unimaginable.

To be a star of the first magnitude on the court of such a king.

To have fun.

To shine.

To be loved.

Oh, yes.

And by whom?

By Margrave de Crequy.

What must have been the love of these beautiful, eloquent and poetic people.

Among them, even l would be healthy, cheerful.

l could dance, live.

How unequal between people happiness is divided.

Ah, it's you.

l came to tell you good night.

l hope you'll have a peaceful night.

Has Witold been at your place already?

Not yet.

Well, he doesn't say anything.

He disappears for the whole day.

But that's not ok.

Marta said something.

She said he was going to go fishing.

Or to some Anselm.

A fool.

He goes fishing with the fishermen, he goes to the peasants...

and he's never at home.

He's never with me like before.

And this and that... Maybe you've stopped understanding him.

Like me.

l've stopped understanding my son?

What are you talking about, Emilio?

l'll go to the horse, maybe he's there.

Good night.

Good night.

Was Justycia going to Bohatyrovich, too?

l don't know why.

And would you like to know?

Read on, Terenia.

''All my eyes were blinded by me.

''And in all these eyes l clearly saw admiration and admiration.

''And l'll get to the human language.

'' Who?

Mrs. Moresi or the Countess?

Our Justycia.

And Mr. Różyc, after all.

What about Mr. Różyc?

Maybe l'll come to Korczyn for Justycia, too.

Because... he looks at her like that.

He looks at her like that?

Mr. Różyc?

For Justycia?

You're my good friend, Terenia.

For Justycia.

You're my good friend, Terenia.

Read on, read on.

Comfortable?

Excellent.

It's beautiful here.

You've never been to Niemiec?

No.

Well, that's unusual.

To live here and not know the river.

Now l think so.

And l'm more grateful to you.

You're grateful to me?

l'm grateful to you.

Because... You know, because l...

Because...

There, behind those trees, there will soon be sand.

And from there, only two versts to the grave.

Please look.

For my memory, this is a very important place.

This is the last time l've seen my father here.

Everything was left before my eyes.

Yes, it was forever.

People gathered over the river, the river that was flooded with blood.

And the day was cold.

My mother took me with her, too.

The eighth year had already passed.

l remembered everything.

And Mrs. Andrzejowa-Korczynska, as she stood

here between us, as if we were all equal.

Because at that time there was such a balance, that whether a man or a man,

it was one thing.

And it was a very beautiful place.

Everyone was crossing the river.

And l also remembered Mrs. Marta.

How the ring-carp hung on the neck of Stryi Janzelm.

They looked at each other for a long time.

And then, when Stryi Janzelm and my father came to us to

say goodbye, my father pressed me so hard that it hurt.

l almost didn't kiss him a thousand times.

l

was about to cry.

But l didn't want my father to see those tears.

Finally, the horses started moving.

And the horsemen followed them.

That's how it was.

And in this forest, they disappeared from my sight.

And then?

And then what?

What happened then?

They fought all winter.

From spring to summer and autumn.

Sometimes there was some news.

A Jew brought a letter to Korczyn.

And sometimes the shots reached us from behind the river.

And then?

For a long time.

For a long time.

There was no news.

Until the day came.

And the shots were fired in this forest.

The battle started here.

People were leaving the houses.

They were looking.

And my mother and l came to the river.

We stood there and listened.

But the whispers and whispers were gone.

There was silence.

Terrible silence.

They heard a thud.

And then a fast thud.

Someone jumped into the water and swam towards us.

Mother recognized him, although he was black.

She shouted, Anselm.

And right away, where is Jerzy?

Jesus, where is Jerzy?

And the horseman moved away from the ground.

He was all wet in the water.

He wanted to say something.

But he couldn't get a voice.

So he only shouted.

And then he creaked.

Jerzy.

Here.

And he showed his chest.

Then he moved me away.

And he said.

Mr. Andrzej Korczyński is dead.

He told me to go to Korczyn and say that he had died in this forest.

He was lying here.

In this grave.

How many?

Forty.

Forty, instantly!

All the way down this way.

Until we arrived here on the second floor.

Because we didn't know where to go.

But.

My grandfather never understood it.

And when he first saw the photo.

Iedear's mother, A little pause.

.. and we are back.

Please accept the words of respect and true kindness.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Although l don't understand.

Maybe soon l'll be able to say something more.

lf you prepare some new game... l've never spoken more seriously.

l'm sorry, but you'll find uncle Janek in the building.

Teo Ruzic also said, Maria, jamais impossible.

But after talking to my wife, l'm already beginning to wonder.

lf l heard that from someone else, l wouldn't believe it.

The owner of such a fortune, the name Mr Ruzic?

Actually, it's a desperate lamenting over the ruin of his health...

and a wasted life.

But my wife said... Maria, if your apathy leaves you with Justyna...

then marry her.

You know what kind of woman Maria can be.

And brave.

The day after yesterday, she went to Wolofszczyzna...

and talked to Ruzic for a very long time.

And what did she come back with?

She came back happy.

She's counting on your discretion, dear Mrs Emilio.

That's understandable.

Disappointment could be too painful.

But l think, Mr Bolesław, that there won't be any witnesses.

Teofil Ruzic and Justyna Orzelska.

l wish Justyna so much happiness.

Because she wouldn't dare dream about him.

But...

No.

No.

Such things don't happen.

Stop!

Whose fields are these, Józef?

Mr Korczyński's?

How would l explain?

Mr Korczyński's mower works for ten people.

It mows, or maybe even for twenty.

Such a stupid machine.

Women only go after it and pick it up.

So who do these fields belong to?

To all of them.

To all of them.

To the heroes?

Turn around.

Aren't we going to Korczyn?

Turn around!

They say that l have a third husband.

And it's my fault that God took my life away from me.

When Father Janko's father died, l went to Jaśmunt.

Oh, because l died because a living person's life is at stake.

One goes down, the other goes up.

And with a mower, like with a mower, l have neither wool nor milk.

And with Jaśmunt, l had Antolka.

And when l widowed him for the second time, l left for Starzyński.

But he already had seven children.

lt was tight, so l had to give Antolka to Anselm and Janko.

And Janko was good.

He carried his sister in his arms.

He was so good.

And what about Antolka?

Maybe l'm not telling the truth?

No, no, no, no.

You're right, mother.

No one has a second brother like that.

Do you hear, Miss?

But that's the end of it.

You have two children and you didn't raise any of them yourself.

Like a mower.

And what about Mrs. Fabianowa?

l'd better make sure that she marries Alżunia.

Because my Antolka will drive her away.

Very right.

But she won't make it.

Because my orders have already come out.

And the wedding is in the bushes.

In the bushes?

Mrs. Janko will come alone and invite me.

Me?

Yes, Mrs. Janko.

Mrs. Starzyńska was serving the wedding in the bushes.

And when is Mrs. Janko coming?

She wants to drive him away on an old horse.

And maybe he doesn't have a husband.

My Janko?

Let Mrs. Fabianowa see who is chasing whom.

And how you look at my Janko.

Mr. Janko can only be chased by a horse.

And that's not easy.

But she managed to do it.

We'll see.

We'll see how it will be.

We'll see when we put on the snops.

We'll see.

Look!

Look!

Promotion is a great joy for me.

Welcome, Mrs. Janko.

I won't disturb you?

Where is she?

And how, Mrs. Janko?

The work will go away in a moment.

Give it to me.

I see that he smiled when he saw Mrs. Janko.

And since the morning he was in the bushes and didn't open his mouth to anyone.

I can't even ask where this bush comes from.

Because you know.

He's 30 and he's living without a lover.

He needs time to get married.

You see, miss.

They've been in love with Jadwiga Domuntówna since their childhood.

And Spree Anselm is just waiting to bless them.

The girl is just the right match for him.

Hardworking, honorable, beautiful.

The whole farm will fall on her after grandpa.

And they say that it's worth 5,000 rubles.

Mother.

It's worth it, it's worth it.

And grandpa will bless them.

And I will bless them when they go to the altar.

Stop it, mother.

What a shame he has become.

He doesn't even allow himself to remember his lover.

And it doesn't matter.

In his time, he will get married anyway.

And what if he doesn't?

It hasn't happened yet that someone would force me to do something.

Life will force you, son.

Life.

Come on, give it to me.

Miss, forgive my mother.

She rarely sees me.

She can't know everything about me.

But she wants your happiness.

Holy truth, miss.

But he doesn't understand it.

I can't tell you what I understand, mother.

Jadwiga is singing to my Janko.

Now he should be the one to say something.

Like a flower in the sun It blooms or withers So my heart goes to you It burns,

it bleeds Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.

Because it's cold, it cracks or it dies So my heart goes to you It laughs,

it sighs When the man on the tree starts to step I send a hearty sigh to you.

On top, on top, like a green forest Oh, beautiful Kalina, the beautiful baby This

is the most expensive k certainly for your child On top, on top like in the forest On

top, on top like in the forest I leave you alone You are always in my eyes In my mind

and all around me A little pause... and we are back.

Mr. Jan said we were going to try.

Let him show us if it's better to carry him so he can sing!

Why is this cemetery here?

For what reason?

Actually, I don't know why I came here.

What am I doing here between you?

I'm standing here and watching everyone working.

I would go, but there's nothing at home.

There's nothing at home either.

But that's what Mrs. Jan wants.

Then please come with us.

Come on, try it.

Antolka, come and show Mrs. Jan how to do it.

Come on, try it.

Mrs. Jan, I won't do it like that.

I'll show you.

Please, Mrs. Jan, I'll try.

It's better for you now.

And you see, Mr. Jan, you just have to take

off your jacket and put on your little cap.

How is that?

Yes, the cap is so loose.

And when I take on the cap, I'll have ten kopecks of Janko's grain.

I'll have ten kopecks of Janko's grain.

Yes, I'm on my way.

Daddy, daddy!

A wild boar!

It's warming up in the sun.

Aren't you afraid of it?

Come, I'll show you.

It was somewhere here, next to the flower.

Where?

Here.

Here?

No, it went away.

A wild boar, Leonid.

A wild boar.

It...

ran away.

Tell me, Leonid, do I not understand you, too?

What, daddy?

Nothing, nothing.

You haven't seen Witold there, have you?

You don't know where he is?

I know!

He's in the village.

He's hunting geese for me.

Geese?

And with me?

And for me?

Never?

Never.

Never like before.

Mr. Teofil, mother, would you like to say goodbye?

Already?

I was hoping we would have some tea.

I will be honored if we do it on the next occasion.

Mr. Teofil is in a hurry, because imagine, mother, the governor is waiting for him.

Are you going to take care of your property?

That's very good.

Does that mean you're staying in the country?

Yes.

If my idea comes to pass, I will be able to stay in Ossowce more often and longer.

Goodbye.

It was very nice of us.

Me, too.

Goodbye.

Mr. Różyc is getting bored.

First he was playing with the ballets.

Mr. Zygmunt.

He spent over half a million rubles.

And now he's starting to improve his morals.

Here, he says, Mr. Zygmunt, he's not here.

Mother, at least you... He's not bored, is he?

If Mr. Różyc understands, maybe you too will understand.

Teofil has changed something.

Something.

Or someone.

But he will get over it.

He will get over it for sure.

Zelo calls this his room.

And when he opens the window, oh, the bread is going away.

Then he goes to his room.

He will get over it quickly.

To shoot him in the head, he won't move or speak.

No shouting or begging.

He won't help.

Some kind of...

some kind of...

mental illness is causing him.

He will get over it himself.

Then he will get up and get over it.

Let's go.

Let's go.

Yes, Mr. Różyc.

Yes, Mr. Różyc.

You have to spin it.

And spin it.

Well?

Try it, Mr. Różyc, try it.

Come on.

It's hard.

The hands are extraordinary.

This is the truth about the room.

Please.

It's nice here.

I like bright rooms very much.

Please.

Please.

Alżunia Fabianówna wants to come and invite Miss to the wedding.

For the first bride.

And who will be the first bride?

Kazimierz Jaśmont.

Will Miss agree?

Really, I don't know.

Such a bride, how will you add the whole wedding to the promotion?

Miss from the yard.

From Porczyn.

They will ask for Mr. Witold.

Here.

Fresh, sweet.

Jan picked it up yesterday.

And she gave me a kiss.

She's a good girl.

Did it just happen to me or did I hear Mr. Justyna's voice for real?

I don't know.

I don't know.

I don't know.

I don't agree.

What could happen between us?

And I don't agree with Miss.

Welcome.

I don't agree.

She was mowing on our field.

She was going to the grave with Jan.

Good evening, everyone.

Oh, with the fresh honey you are staying very decently.

Then taste it, Rówaczku, taste it.

Thank you.

By the way, I didn't come to the party, but with the matter to Miss.

Miss, did Antolka say anything?

Of course not.

I just forgot about your fiancé.

His name is Franus.

He's young, but so tiny.

Tiny, but sweet.

And kind.

Will Miss agree to be the first bride at my wedding?

Please, in the name of my own and my parents and Franus.

Well, wine... I don't know.

True?

Well, wine...

But I wouldn't have to sew a dress.

I don't know if I'll make it.

When will it be?

Only after the mow.

If so, gladly.

Very well.

Thank you very much, Miss.

Poor thing, she has to tell everything to her father.

Maybe we'll go to the river to see how they catch the mow.

Let's go.

I'll just look at the horse.

Why do you catch these mows?

To scatter them in the fields to raise the variety.

Poor mows.

And... Mr. Witold?

Are we going to wait for him?

The son of Mr. Korczyński is here.

And his sister is with us.

I didn't expect this in my life.

I didn't expect this.

Witold?

Oh, it's you.

Have you seen Witold?

Yes, uncle.

He's fishing with the fishermen.

You say he's fishing with the fishermen.

He's crazy.

And he's never at home.

Never.

Good night, uncle.

Good night.

Good night.

Good night.

Oh, there you are.

You're back from a walk at midnight.

I'm sorry, but I'm not jealous.

I thought you were asleep.

And that's why you were sneaking around.

I'd rather lie in bed, and you go for a walk, because you're young.

You didn't bring any broom?

It's an eternal story.

What have you been doing?

I saw you dress up and you were putting up the candles in front of the mirror.

I was sure you were expecting the visit of a rich competitor.

And you died the whole evening.

Where have you been?

There again?

You can't serve two gods.

You can lose the king Why are you talking to me like that, auntie?

The stewardess has arrived.

She's been sitting here for two hours.

She asked where you were, what you were doing,

whether you were getting married or still the same.

She even made fun of Zygmunt Korczyński.

Of Zygmunt?

Yes, yes.

Because she wanted to know if you were still thinking about him.

And I...

Aunt... Don't interrupt.

I told her that this guy had been making fun of you for a long time.

So she started talking about her cousin, Różyc.

What he had left, how good he was, how unhappy

he was, and that she wanted you to marry him.

And he settled in the village, because only one could save him.

She kept asking where you were.

Well, auntie could have said.

What for?

Kirłowa wants her cousin to take care of her.

She wanted you to settle in the village.

So let her settle in the village.

Me?

Why are you asking?

Now you can lie down and dream about the palace.

Aren't you happy?

Well, speak.

It took you, after all.

And you, auntie?

Why didn't you want to marry him?

Me?

Who are you talking about?

About Anselm Bohaterowicz.

What about me?

His wife?

Did he...

Did he tell you that himself?

Did he remind you of me?

He did.

What did he tell you?

He told me about your youth.

Why, auntie?

Why did you refuse him?

Why?

Do you want to know?

Uh-huh.

Out of curiosity.

Why did you give a watermelon to the gentleman?

You probably think that you will hear something interesting.

About obstacles, tragedies.

Mr. Anselm said that... that you were afraid of work.

It's good that he only knows so much.

Because I am even more afraid... than...

working in the farm.

I'm afraid of human laughter.

What?

Laughter?

Yes.

That's the most I fear.

As long as we were cooking here...

everyone was running around with their heads on fire.

Everyone was talking about equality.

Everyone was talking about equality.

They were fighting and pushing each other.

Mr. Anselm was carrying a boy in a carriage... and he was asking him...

to love him at least a little.

To call him by his name.

But when the fire went out...

and he drowned in blood...

mountains and valleys appeared... on the outskirts as before.

And again... Mr. Anselm was alone.

And the boy was alone.

And everyone who looked at me... said...

that he had found... a nice competitor.

Marteczka had found one.

He was carrying... his own manure on the field.

It must have smelled very bad.

Does Mrs. Marta... like such perfumes?

I was burning with shame.

At night I was crying.

And I missed her.

And during the day...

I was laughing... and I was laughing... at people.

Only one man... didn't survive.

Not so fast... as others.

His brother... Andrzej...

lay in a grave...

with his brother Anselm.

I was there.

I saw the grave.

With them?

With Anselm.

With Jan.

Mr. Anselm... didn't feel well.

Poor thing.

Maybe you are... a poorer aunt.

Me?

No.

I am content.

I deserve... fame and honor... for not eating... for not living...

for saving my life from... shame and human laughter.

Eternal..

honor.

tall and blue laughter Father... you are really sick.

Perhaps you should start... your medical exams.

Stop the doctors!

Go to sleep.

Good night.

Good night.

Joongasar Good morning my dear.

Why are you so sad today, ma'am?

Is it because someone doesn't want to paint anymore?

He knows very well that you love him.

But you don't know if he's still loved.

Someone is just a little bit capricious.

A little bit bored.

And as for the heart, it beats the same way.

Maybe even hotter for him.

Only for him.

You're disturbing me.

Did you say something?

You know l always like it when you're close to me.

What are you reading?

A poem by Leopardi.

And you?

What have you brought?

This.

Alfred Misse.

From your library.

And just now he was brought from Korczyn.

Where did he come from?

l borrowed him from Trientza or Mrs. Teresa.

From Mrs. Teresa?

Yes.

Mrs. Marta.

lf you want to read something, take it.

Have you heard?

Someone is very interested in Mrs. Orzelska.

Apparently she will be getting married.

Who?

Mr. Różyc.

Różyc?

He'll never get married.

Especially with Justyna.

Mr. Kirło told me that his wife works on the association of this marriage.

And Mr. Różyc's decision is only a matter of time.

Impossible!

Różyc was here an hour ago and he didn't say anything.

He was supposed to tell you?

You?

Are you leaving?

l have to.

To Korczyn.

Please.

Don't go.

Please.

Why?

l'm interested in St. Benedict.

Then take me with you.

Why?

We'll talk about the farm.

lt's boring.

You?

About the farm?

Please stay.

You won't take me with you.

l'll come back.

He went to her.

To her.

Where did Mr. Zygmunt go?

To the farm.

When he comes back, tell him to come to me right away.

Yes, ma'am.

Good day.

Did something happen to Zygmunt?

Nothing.

l was passing by and decided to come in.

You did a great job.

l have a good day.

l just received a letter from a lawyer who is

conducting a trial with the Bohatyroviches.

What for?

What for?

Me?

What for?

Me?

For the damage, not for the farm.

They lost to the cretaceous.

And they'll have to pay me a thousand rubles.

Oh, that's a big sum for them.

And not for me.

lf they don't have the money, l'll start bidding.

Cows, horses, let them have a lesson and don't go after strangers.

l'm writing to the court on this matter.

l think l'm disturbing the jury.

In the evening, the postman leaves the town.

l have to go to the women with a letter.

We'll talk about it later.

What brings you here?

Nothing special.

You don't want me to sit down?

Please, sit down.

The landscape is quite pleasant.

And you came here especially from the Soviet Union to tell me that?

Yes.

And besides, l'd like to ask you one more question.

l'm listening.

l've been told that Teofil Różyc is trying to get hold of your hand.

Will you go after him if he tells you?

What right do you have, cousin, to ask me such questions?

You don't understand.

Will you go after him?

This is the right of love.

Have you forgotten?

Go out.

Zygmunt, please, go out.

You're asking me to go out because you're afraid.

Afraid of yourself.

Because you have no reason to be afraid of me.

l just want you to return your friendship to me.

And trust.

l don't want anything more.

Nothing.

You're a great thinker, cousin.

But l'm not afraid of myself or you.

Because everything between us has already faded away.

l don't believe it.

You loved me.

l did.

Even when you came back from abroad.

You and your wife.

And l escaped when you came back to Korczyn.

Because l knew that everything was coming back.

Justyna.

And then Aunt Emilia was named after me.

You approached me and l saw tears in your wife's eyes.

What did this woman do to make me cry?

l don't want anyone to cry in front of me.

Clotilda, you can make her happy with one gesture.

One word.

Leave it to me.

l don't understand.

Would you offer me a place in the triangle?

Don't call it that.

You see, it seems to me that everything in me has died.

l don't have a spark to live.

l can't create.

Live in Ossowce.

As a sister of my loneliness.

As my muse.

We'll be there together.

Always together, inseparable.

Get out of this dirty, suspicious world.

In Ossowce?

What do you propose to me, Zygmunt?

What law?

The law of love.

The law of love.

She has sacrificed everything.

Don't call me that.

And let's end this conversation.

lf l still loved you, l would stop at this moment.

After your proposal.

Do you prefer Ossowce?

Do you prefer Mr. Różyc?

How much is his million?

Maybe.

And get out, at last.

Yes, get out.

Mother wished to see me.

Did something happen?

Clotilde was with me.

You made her very sorry when she went to Korczyn.

l had to talk to Stryja Benedict.

And on the way back, l made a decision.

A very important decision.

l will die here, mother.

Because of you.

Because of me?

Yes.

You raised me in the cult of noble and beautiful things.

You prepared me for the tasks of the impoverished.

You sent me to the great world.

And now?

What now?

l said, l will die here.

There is a difference after such upbringing.

In the past, in studies, in travels.

l have always been bound to this piece of land.

To these flocks.

To this terrible ruler, who is constantly complaining about the economy.

To these neighbors.

All of them are in trouble here.

All of them are constantly crying for something or someone.

They are remembering something.

This is where the impoverishment, the depression flows.

Who is my brother-in-law?

And he whips me like a globe whips this poor little girl, Emilia.

And there?

Not even there, because it is different.

And people, happy, cheerful.

What do you mean, where?

Beyond the border.

ln Europe.

Let's run away from here, mother.

Let's sell the oxen and leave.

l will never agree to that.

Never.

Why?

Mother, why?

Because of what you said.

That everyone here remembers someone or something.

Me too.

But this is the ultimate idealism.

To blame oneself for eternal sadness.

To drag others with you.

You are also an idealist.

Naturally.

But my idealism is faith in art.

And we have it in the past.

l will not renounce it.

And you don't have to.

But let's get out of here.

Because here, in this republic, every idealism

has to turn into impoverishment, prostration.

l will die, mother, in this gloomy country.

Let's get out of here.

This is my place.

And this is your place.

This is your home.

You brought your wife here.

And your children should be born here.

God.

Wife.

Children.

l don't understand you, Zygmunt.

Don't you love Clotilde?

Yes, yes.

l have a connection to her.

But she is not enough for me.

She is not mature enough for my spiritual needs.

And her eternal sensitivity, her paplanin...

Come here, son.

And sit down.

And tell me honestly, as much as you can tell your mother.

Do you love someone else?

But, mother... Don't deny it yet.

Because maybe we both have made a big mistake.

l, fighting with your youthful feeling, and you, giving in too quickly.

So tell me.

Because l feel a burden on my conscience.

Tell me.

Would you be happy if you married...

Justyna?

Justyna?

You were in Korczyn after all.

You are coming back from her.

So tell me, would you be happy?

l doubt it.

l was completely disappointed in Justyna.

She is cold and limited.

She takes on the role of a heroine, a philosopher.

But she is a simple girl.

She wouldn't fit into our company.

And l don't know how Różyc imagines it.

That's why you want to leave.

So that you don't see the one who has left you.

And that means that you never really loved Justyna.

And not Klotylda.

That you love only yourself.

And l dreamed that here, in the surroundings of the family, on the land

where she gave birth to you and... Save me, mother, these excuses.

lf you refuse to sell a person and leave.

Let's end this conversation.

Which is neither pleasant for you, nor for me.

Yes.

Since the death of your father, l haven't had such a painful moment.

l've simply understood who you really are.

And l'm afraid that you'll betray me because of my death.

What?

The one who is leaving our country now is a traitor.

lf he's alone, he doesn't want to suffer with us.

He throws the earth away, runs away from the ranks.

To lead a comfortable and pleasant life.

l'm an artist, mother.

l want to paint.

That's where you should be.

This country needs artists.

It needs every mind that takes him out of the position he fell into.

Remember your father.

And from the same source, start to draw strength and moral greatness.

My father was a madman.

That's right.

A madman and harmful.

God!

My God!

Mother, please forgive me.

But l have the right to say so.

Because in those happier countries l've often

felt a stain of inferiority and reluctance.

Because l was two times poorer than them.

Because my father is similar to him.

l'm sorry.

But it's not like me to talk calmly about these matters with my mother.

What kind of country is this?

What's going on here?

And why?

lf l were to talk about it elsewhere, nobody would believe me.

And understand me.

Good night, mother.

You were despised, Andrzej.

You were despised, Andrzej.

Your memory.

l can't forgive him for this.

And you, if you can hear me, if you can hear me,

remember the day when you said goodbye to him as a child.

And pray for him.

Gandula Julek said that l wouldn't have the courage to go to the court.

He advised me to go to the office and ask if l could go to his mother-in-law.

But l didn't.

l was right.

l said that l would go to my mother-in-law.

And l saw her in a blue gown.

You did well, Andrzej.

l was right.

What was l supposed to be afraid of?

l came here to steal.

l came here to steal.

But l'm a bad person.

l live with my father and my mother.

l don't eat any other bread.

So l don't know why someone would be afraid of me.

l'm glad that you came here.

But l really like to go to Bohaterowicz.

That's what l think.

But my father, a great ambitious man, said that he couldn't stand the fact that Mrs.

Julek was still with the neighbours.

So he said, go to the court.

Ask Mrs. Julek to come.

ls Mr. Francis going to come?

Yes, he is.

But what kind of a man is he?

He's so tiny.

But he's so nice.

He's so humble.

He seems to be a good boy.

He's very good.

They're coming.

Let Fabian prepare the food.

And l'll welcome them.

Here you are.

Thank you very much that l could get this promotion.

Here you are.

And l'll invite Mrs. Dobrodziejka to come forward.

Please, please, with contentment.

lt's not easy for all of us here, especially in a small farm.

You're not used to it.

And l had a different life.

l'm from Giecołdówna.

Take only Giecołdówna.

And now it's time to introduce our guest.

Here you are.

Mr. Starzyński from Starzyn.

The husband of Mrs. Jeżowa, mother of Janka Bohaterowicz.

And this is Alżunia Kowalew.

Franciszek Jasmont.

Please, please.

Please.

Mr. Franciszek, please bring a chair for Mrs. Justyna.

And a spirit.

And a porcelain bowl.

Bread.

A holy thing.

Here you are.

Here you are.

Please, please.

Mr. Franciszek, Mrs. Justyna will not put on such a spoon of honey.

Please, bring a new one from the closet.

And Mr. Hyżu.

Mr. Elżuniu, your fiancé, knows where everything is.

Well, l told you, it's in the closet.

l wouldn't go out for a whore.

My father from Giecołdówna had twice as much.

And that's all he had.

Well, l've come to pass the working bee to the poor girl.

Murczyno, Zimmoś, you're bringing bad luck out of everything.

You know, the worse the wheel, the worse the comb.

What are you talking about?

The combing tree is longer.

Mr. Dobrodziej, you know very well why my health has gone to dry forests.

More or less because of the water that had to carry her for so many years.

Although l'm from Giecołdówna, and l wasn't used to such harrowing.

Witold told me, that he talked to Mr. Fabian about digging a well.

He did?

Good thought.

But now we have another problem.

What is it?

We've lost the trial.

We'll have to pay a thousand rubles.

lf Mr. Korczyński doesn't make up his mind, we'll go to jail.

Father, Mrs. Justyna may be sad to hear about it.

What is she to blame?

The lawyer has ruined the dog's faith.

He missed the termination.

l beg your pardon.

l saw Mrs. Justyna and thought l'd come in for a moment.

Very well.

Mrs. Franciszku.

l saw his son-in-law.

l wanted to ask him about his mother's health.

How does he feel after the harrowing?

Thank God.

She asked me to give him this crown.

So that Antolka wouldn't have a wedding.

Does he always give it to me?

Every little thing is the same.

lf he doesn't take it from you, you'll know forever.

Oh.

When l think about the countries he has to go to Kakao before he gets to our table.

l want to go there right away.

And visit all of them.

Break away from the countryside.

Break away for some time.

From monotony.

From everyday life.

From absurdity.

Meet people with whom you can talk about art.

About beauty.

May l, mother?

Yes.

Come in, Widziu.

l slept really badly.

But l feel better now.

Kakao strengthens me.

You're poor, mother.

With your illness...

Illnesses, Widziu.

Illnesses.

But l'd be much better if l could see you more often.

Father complains that he still doesn't have you at home.

So where do you live?

Between people, mother.

They keep asking me about something.

They want to know more about agriculture.

They ask me, for example, how they should modernize their farms.

But you don't care.

Or how to grow crops.

Oh, God.

l wish l could hear Benedict.

Farming.

Farming.

Mother.

Mother.

Can't farmers talk about anything else?

But these are very important matters.

People need education.

And not only farmers.

You have to raise him because only with people... Enough, Widziu.

Enough.

Even Benedict saves me from that.

Tereniu, pour me some more.

It would be better, Widziu, if you didn't spend so much time... with the Wallachians.

And if you took care of your spiritual development.

Tereniu, give me that red book.

Here you are.

Have you read it, Widziu?

Pauline Cravin.

She's a favorite of the French aristocracy.

l feel sorry for her.

Did you hear that, Tereniu?

My son feels sorry for our Pauline.

Maybe men don't like that kind of reading.

Shall l give you something else?

No, no, thank you.

Anyway, l just came in for a moment, mother.

l have a big request for you.

Will you agree that Leonia goes with me and Justyna to the wedding?

Please.

To what wedding?

l don't know anything.

To what property?

To Bohaterowicz's, for sure.

Yes.

Lżunia, Mr. Fabian's daughter, is getting married.

Who is that?

l don't know any Fabian's son.

l don't understand what you're talking about.

l'm talking about the wedding of our neighbors.

Neighbors?

l don't understand such jokes at all.

Raising Leonia is my sacred duty.

And as long as she's alive, she won't be in an inappropriate company.

But, mother, the customs of these people... Enough, Widziu!

Enough!

l don't agree with such nonsense!

Terenia, push me!

Mom!

Wait a minute!

Pauline Craven is a favorite of the French aristocracy.

She doesn't care about time.

Did you hear that, Terenia?

My son doesn't care about time for our Pauline.

Maybe men don't like this kind of reading.

Do you want me to say something else?

No, l just came in for a moment.

l have a big request for you.

Would you let Leonia go with me and Justyna to the wedding?

Please.

What wedding?

l don't know anything.

ln what estate?

ln Bohatyrowicz's.

Yes.

Lżunia, Mr. Fabian's daughter is getting married.

Who is that?

Son, l don't know any Fabian.

l don't understand what you're talking about.

Mom, she's talking about our neighbors' wedding.

Neighbors?

l don't understand such jokes.

Raising Leonia is my sacred duty.

As long as she lives, she won't be in inappropriate company.

But mom, these people...

Enough!

Enough, Widziu!

Enough!

l don't agree with such nonsense at all.

l'm suffocating.

l'm suffocating.

l'm suffocating.

Mom...

You've done a great job.

You've done a great job.

ls it right to bring your parents to such a state?

Did you bring your mother to such a state?

Do you feel very bad?

Fortunately, l feel much better.

And you don't have to send for a doctor.

But it could have been worse.

l'm very sorry.

l just wanted to... You just wanted to.

Your mother was right.

You won't bring Leonia to a boy's wedding.

How did you come up with the idea of torturing your mother?

And why don't you answer anything?

Did you finally show me your eyes and stare at me like a fool?

Because l remember that you were the one who encouraged me, father.

Because you're a boy.

And l would be the last fool if l hid you in the bushes and swam on the clouds.

Please, get to know these boys.

Because you will soon eat with them when you take Korczyn after me.

But Leonia is a girl.

And she doesn't need such education.

But you probably don't agree with that.

Well...

Do you think l'm worthy of talking to you?

Let me be silent, father.

Or at least tell me politely...

why are you doing this to your uncle?

To my uncle?

Why are you talking about it now, father?

Because l remembered that when uncle Darzecki was here...

you didn't even talk to him.

You didn't even say goodbye to him.

That's why, father, l don't have any respect for uncle Darzecki.

And l won't be humble enough to talk to him.

So what?

Uncle, why?

Because he is selfish, selfish.

He cares about his own interests.

And he sees the end of his nose, which he puts under his clothes.

Only because he has a wealth greater than others.

An aunt, a countess, and a brother from the street.

He doesn't know how rich he is.

It hurt me, father, that they were acting so small in front of him.

But he is a good man.

He is humble.

And why is that important?

Because he asked for money from you?

Look at these judges.

It's not time yet.

lt's always time to see and tell the truth.

Fool.

Or you know his life and his necessities.

Maybe l'm treating Darzecki a little differently than others.

But he, he almost keeps the fate of all of us in his hands.

l respect him.

For what?

For being a good husband of my sister, father of her children.

And that he leads his interests well.

Are you sure, father, that he does it well in at least one part?

And also in the orange industry, voyages, French pianos.

And the expedition for the dear daughter?

You don't love anyone.

You don't respect anyone, not even your father.

You criticize everyone.

And your father, who is for you, who is in you.

So be kind to me from now on.

Consider me as your friend, who is only different from the others.

That you will take success after him.

Let this and that...

Let this and that...

Let this and that...

Go away!

Sir, l will show you these books in a moment.

l will... l will show you.

Let Witold read them.

But...

The Apostle of David, Jan Kochanowski... No, no, let Witold read them here.

Anselm Bohatyrowicz, Andrzej Koczyński?

Yes.

From Stryja Witold.

And this, and this, and this... Let Witold read them.

Adam Mickiewicz, Mr. Tadeusz, Andrzej Koczyński.

Everything is from him.

From Mr. Andrzej.

And we have as much light as he left here.

He sat here.

And it seems that everything that was in the people...

was the best that has moved at this time.

And there was only one purpose in everything.

He lit this great fire in the hearts of the people.

And for him, with those who went with him...

he gave his young life.

May God give everyone such a life.

He changed the world.

May God give them a life.

I will slowly get used to it, Mr. Bolesław.

With a certain thought.

And what is this thought?

It is pleasant that they stay here.

These people do not seem as impudent as I initially thought.

If someone sings at work, it is not a curse for him.

These are Bohatyrowiczs, dear Mr. Teofilu.

From the local Zaścianka.

But I think that it is not because of them...

that the thought of staying here permanently is not a pity for you.

May I give Mr. Justyna a clear understanding that... No, no, leave it, Mr. Bolesław.

You just have to carefully examine the atmosphere.

Check Mr. Orzelski's reaction.

That is the most important thing for me.

You don't want to show yourself in Korczyn?

No, not yet.

No, not now.

Mr. Kirło has come.

He will be at dinner.

Does this man really not have his own house?

If I were his wife, I would tie him to his feet from the table.

He always comes after all the neighbors.

But he comes to Korczyn most often.

Maybe he will say something today.

For sure.

What are you talking about?

Listen!

Mrs. Emilia asked me to give you a cherry.

Maybe some champagne.

Here you are.

The bowls are in the curtain.

Cover the baker himself.

I order you that if you cut his veins, the blood would flow from them as blue as...

...the sky in the weather.

Yes!

Mr. Kirło, this is a perfect comparison.

Perfect, perfect.

Because whether the blood is blue or not, but there is a lot of water in it,

that's for sure.

And what kind of a self-sufficient theophile is he?

When his father died, he took as a success...

He took as a success after him a small fortune.

A little fortune.

A tiny one.

No more, no less.

No more, but something like, dear ladies and gentlemen, about a million rubles.

Oh, my God!

Yes, yes, yes, yes.

About a million rubles.

A tiny fortune.

A tiny one.

To have at least the tenth part of it.

Sure?

Yes, to have at least one hundred thousand...

Mr. Mr. Omelette, Mr. Omelette, please.

Thank you.

Thank you.

You're very welcome.

This fortune was worth more than ten rubles.

Ten rubles.

Ten rubles.

Don't worry, Mr. Teresan.

This fortune is already well-cut.

But there are three hundred thousand left.

During these ten years abroad, Mr. Teresan

didn't lose more than seven hundred thousand.

He didn't lose more than that.

He's a dry guy.

What?

A real dry guy.

We need more of him.

And our whole country needs him.

That one, that one.

Mr. Benedict.

A real honor, Mr. Ruzic, will make a woman who wants to marry.

Such a family.

Such a property.

Such a pleasure.

Which will grow even more, Mr. Teresan, will grow even more.

When a wise and energetic wife will encourage Teosia to manage.

And a bird in a nest will stop her with her chicks.

Mr. Ruzic, as I heard, has a sense of reason.

But to lose such a fortune for cards and matresses.

It's unworthy.

The same is true of her whores.

Mr. Benedict.

And I know what I'm saying.

A man who eats bread and doesn't work in this world.

Whether there is red, blue or purple blood flowing in him.

He's a whore.

I'll eat him for free and nothing more.

Mr. Benedict, I beg you.

But I'm not saying this to Mr. Ruzic.

I don't want to get close to anyone.

I don't want to.

Maybe he's the best man.

But the great riches that produce such fruits.

Let all the devils take them.

I can't.

I can't listen to such words.

Such words about such a man.

I can't.

I can't.

But what is it?

What did I say?

What did I say?

Are you going to get sick again or what?

In the name of the father and the son.

Can't I say anything in this house?

The father said what I wanted to say.

I'll kiss him for that.

Maybe you've underestimated Mr. Ruzic.

No.

Ruzic is a bastard.

And Kirlo is even more of a swindler.

I can't stand such people.

Such a hot one?

That's right.

Because they're scum.

If it weren't for them, we'd be far away.

Who are we?

Those who value human dignity.

And those like Ruzic...

Oh, Yusynko.

Yusynko, are you going to get out of this hole?

What if he comes and asks you for your hand?

Are you asking me who I'm supposed to get out for?

You know.

You know very well.

For this new man who's drunk half a million.

My dear.

Tell me.

Would I be able to get out of such a man?

Would I be able to lose such a great happiness?

Such an honor?

Tell me, Widziu.

Would I be able to?

Yes.

But before you become a great lady in Italy.

You promised to go to the wedding.

Naturally, Widziu.

I'll go.

Naturally.

I've already got Mr. Jasimont's handkerchief ready.

Wonderful.

Thank you.

Have you already given Mr. Jasimont's handkerchief?

Of course.

Really?

The handkerchief is in my handwriting.

Once again, thank you very much.

And I invite you to dance.

Oh, beautiful.

Just be careful, Widziu.

Be careful.

Okay, okay.

Hold it tight.

And shake it for a long time.

Because I don't like it otherwise.

I'll try.

The moon is shining.

It's shining around midnight.

Stop loving you.

It's not in my power.

Because the top is often wrong, especially women.

Although they can go with a smile, but their hearts are sad.

Hey!

A wheel towards the mouth.

Hide, mother dog.

You have a beautiful daughter.

Who would steal her away?

First, darling, when the heart is crate, joy and sadness, get filled with enough.

Hey!

You're putting on the hair of a beauty, Miss Jarzębina.

lf only l could get one branch, l'd be happy for that.

Have you...

listened to this song?

Which one?

The one l sang last night.

l've listened to it.

Why?

Because l...

And who is this?

Is he hanging in the assembly room?

Yes, he's taking his grandfather away.

A nice lady.

A great beauty.

I'll dance with her in a moment.

Here you are, good man.

Here you are.

Ma'am.

Welcome, Mr. Benedict.

Welcome.

How good is your father's health, Mr. Dominic.

Dominic Korczynski is my grandfather, sir.

Yes, yes, Mr. Benedict.

In 1931, together with him, we stood under Ostrolenko.

The battle was terrible.

Terrible.

And Mr. Dominic was wounded.

And then I, Mr. Benedict... I am Witold Korczynski, sir.

Yes, yes, Mr. Benedict.

I brought your father from under the fire.

From under the fire.

The artillery was right on us.

Right on us.

Let them dance.

Their legs are already bending.

Abrtas!

Mr. Dominic looks at me like this for the third time.

As if I were to blame him for something.

It's probably about you, Mr. Janek.

Your mother and the others told me that you and she...

My mother urges everyone, my dear.

I didn't do any curses or confessions against her.

Yes, she is honorable.

And I'm sure I would have married her during the time of mother and her son-in-law.

If only the other sun didn't shine in my sky.

What sun is that?

Where is this balamutnik?

Where is Pacenko?

If I find him, I will kill him.

I will kill the dog.

Where is Pacenko?

You have let my grandfather down.

Don't go to your brother.

Mrs. Jadwiga, a reminder, please.

So what if Mr. Jan asks for it?

Let's get out of here, grandfather.

Our company is useless here.

It's better if it's better.

So that everyone will do well.

Because it is known that who chases a lot, chases little.

Goodbye, ladies and gentlemen.

I wish you health and happiness.

I will find him and I will kill him.

I will kill the dog.

Excuse me, Mrs. Jadwiga.

During a man something so blind that he doesn't know what he says or does.

Mr. Jadwiga, you have really done this misery to me.

So please forgive me.

If you don't get angry with me, then please dance with me.

And who was this Pacenko?

And what did grandfather want to kill him for?

There was such a Pacenko.

He took his grandfather's wife from the world and she escaped from him.

Grandpa got this confusion on purpose and that's why he's looking for this Pacenko.

So that's how he loves her?

Probably so.

I don't know.

Although it's a joy but it's not.

But I almost have to tell Witold about this matter.

And I'm asking you to do me a favour.

I know.

You've lost the trial.

And couldn't you do it more lovingly?

After all, my father is mine.

You can do it with your father, but...

Let it be given to me that I'm telling you this in front of my son.

But Mr. Korczynski is a good neighbor.

He has a thick tongue.

He speaks worse than the Russians.

So there was no advice.

I'm on trial.

God help you.

May God punish you for that.

I'm sorry to hear that.

But... And I'm telling you.

In the past, everything was different.

But now...

I'm on my way to Mrs. Maryna.

Give me Mrs. Maryna.

Don't take her away.

Mwah!

Mwah!

Mwah!

Uphaha... On the green meadow the duck ate the bear!

We wish for them all to come to the boat!

On the program of Niemann!

Here they are!

On

the program of Niemann The horse

takes up his arms The girl, you are mine My little girl A little pause.

.. and we are back.

A little pause... and we are back.

A little pause... and we are back.

A little pause...

and we are back.

A little pause... and we are back.

Yes, father, they can't forget that you are his brother.

Every good, every gesture of yours is ready to be reciprocated.

After all, this people is our only hope.

The one you despise and who... Listen!

If you, if you, young people, think that you have come up with a great idea and

that it was you who first fell in love with this land of people and justice,

you are making a big mistake.

And it's a sin.

And in our mouths once it was said, together, young friends,

in the happiness of everything, there are all the goals.

And we were flying on the Milky Way, in the flash

of the morning light, in the fire of the sacrifice.

This people, God Almighty,

we were coming to Him like madmen, like in the sun we believed in Him,

like in salvation.

They looked at us, and there were many of us.

Knights, poets, apostles, rescuers.

Upper dreams, great hopes.

Fiery fumes, everything, everything.

Like it fell into the water.

Like it fell into the water.

But...

But... But Korczyński...

Fearless, without ideals, nobody has the right to cast a spell on me.

One gave his life for it.

And the other is jealous of who lies in the grave.

Father...

Father...

To the grave, the last breath.

I thank you that you didn't raise me for a King and me for a 들어.

I thank you that you didn't raise me for a King and me for a D trat.

And if not for you etc.

Please don't leave my house.

l'd be as sure as that unfortunate Zygmunt, the artist, or Różyc.

l'd be the last fool to think that my son was made of different clay.

The stone fell from my feet.

When could it open before you?

You don't know, and you'll never know what it is to suffer for so many years...

and not have a single living soul...

in front of whom you can show everything you've got.

Help, advice, and even call for help.

l've dreamed many times that you'd be my everything.

But when, in the last few years, it seemed to me...

that my dreams, as well as the dreams of all the other devils...

had brought me such despair...

that not only Andrzej, but all the other dead people... were envious of them.

But now, you know... what divided us.

And you have to believe in my attachment.

Father!

But tell me, what do you think?

Why are you still fighting with them?

And what was l supposed to do after the defeat?

After our defeat?

What was l supposed to do in the slums?

They said, they called, they begged, the earth, the earth.

So l kept this earth.

And l keep it.

Do you know what it means to fight with them... for every bit of this earth?

For those who once wanted to be brothers.

And whose fault is it that they are so unenlightened?

For revenge?

Or maybe only for the poverty they eat?

Not our fathers?

You are stubborn.

My nature.

My nature of the Korch blood.

Go to them and tell them... that l will stop the execution.

Maybe even this one, this one.

Maybe you, one day.

Go.

Go.

And don't sit there for long.

Because l would like to have you by my side.

Yes, father.

Mrs. Justyna, l asked about the song he sang in front of the chapel.

Did you listen to it?

Of course.

You sang that you love someone.

ls it the first love?

The first one.

When it didn't come, it didn't come.

And when it came, it won't come.

But sometimes it comes.

In your country, the winds are easier to blow than in our country.

And a lot of it depends on the character.

Stryanzel, without getting the one he wanted, spent his whole life in solitude.

And you?

lf my love were free, l'd do anything.

Did you hear the echo?

Yes, yes, yes.

Here, where we sit, you can hear the echo the best.

Well, l'll talk to you later.

No.

Well, go ahead.

Mrs. Justyna, please.

Tell me who is the most precious, the most kindest in the world.

Please.

Would you really want that?

For everything.

Would you really want that?

For everything, please.

My love, my queen, the only one.

Really, mine?

Yes, yes, forever.

Forever, forever, forever, forever.

Don't be afraid.

l didn't come here for that reason.

l came to tell you that l have no regrets or complaints towards Mr. Jan.

My God, what is Mr. Jan's fault that the sun has risen on the other side.

Yes, may you be healthy, happy and successful.

Me too.

For Mrs. Jadwiga.

For Mrs. Jadwiga.

lf only l could.

And l will always remain an honest friend.

And l hope that Mrs. Jadwiga's happiness in life won't pass.

l hope that God won't abandon me.

Please, Mrs. Jadwiga.

Don't be angry with me.

And l, Mr. Jan, for a good memory, please.

All my life, l will remain an honest friend.

Good morning, ladies and gentlemen.

Has Mrs. Justyna got up?

Yes, she's probably getting dressed, because she hasn't come down yet.

Well, then run to her and tell her not to put on anything heavy.

Why?

Because she couldn't jump to the ceiling.

And will she jump?

She will, Leon, she will.

She'll jump on her own.

She'll jump under the sofa with joy.

She'll be happy.

We are

returning with our husband directly from the Wolofszczyzny.

We spent three days at my brother in law Teofil's place.

We are his ambassadors.

My brother in law Teofil is asking for Justyna's hand.

He doesn't confess because it would move him, but

he isn't sure what kind of answer he would get.

But if he thinks about it, he will come right away.

Right away.

What a happiness for Justus!

A joy for all of us!

How noble and noble is the act of Mr. Różyc!

Teofil liked Justus very much.

l'm sure he will be happy with him.

Because it's a golden heart.

The world's mind.

But also the world's habits.

l told him openly that l would confess all of Justus's faults.

Teofil agreed.

Well, a turbulent past, a wasted property.

The property is still beautiful, but that's not the point.

Teofil...

Teofil.

He's become a part of the world.

He's become and still is a mor... mor... God, what's the name of it?

A morvinist.

Oh.

What kind of devil is he?

l've never heard of him.

l think he's a drunkard, to put it simply.

No, Mr. Benedict, it's something else.

But Teofil wants to heal himself.

He's already tried, but...

Unless he heals the woman he loved.

He'll heal her.

Justine can do a really beautiful task.

lf what she heard didn't affect her.

Affect her?

That makes Mr. Różyc even more interesting.

It arouses even more sympathy for him.

To share life with such a man.

To dream with him.

To love him.

Or maybe to get drunk.

Oh.

You, Mr. Benedict, you'll never understand.

Anyway, what's there to say about it?

Let's ask Justine now.

Actually, we don't have to ask her.

Because you accept Mr. Teofil's testimony naturally.

This true miracle.

Yes, and happiness.

Wonderful happiness.

And now, the future Mrs. Różyc.

She'll get up on her feet.

And sacrifice her services.

Well, Justine.

Tell me.

Tell me, tell me.

l...

l really...

l'm very grateful to Mr. Różyc.

For his honest behavior towards me.

But not for my position.

Not for my upbringing.

Not for my habits and taste.

Not now.

They don't make me.

Really.

They don't make me the right life partner for him.

For a great lady.

And a woman of the world.

l have no qualifications.

None.

All that l've said.

l'd make it impossible for me to accept these testimonies.

But... But...

But the most important and decisive thing in this case is that...

That yesterday, that...

That since yesterday...

l'm engaged.

You must be joking, Justine.

With whom?

With the neighbor Korczyn.

With Mr. Jan Bohaterowicz.

With Mr. Bohaterowicz.

Justyna!

Oh, good Jesus!

Wait, ladies and gentlemen.

Let me ask Justyna a question.

Don't you have any respect for us?

Are you serious?

Have you engaged with Bohaterowicz?

Look, uncle.

l don't have my mother's ring on my finger.

l gave it to him yesterday.

Did you fall in love with this man?

Yes.

l'm in love.

Justyna, it's impossible.

You won't do it.

You won't give up this great fate and you won't be able to...

You won't be able to marry a man.

l will, auntie.

But you, child, don't know the life you're going to live.

You don't know what kind of work awaits you there.

l know.

l met her from a close friend because l worked with them.

You worked with them?

Yes.

And what about this mental imbalance?

She doesn't have it.

And if l have a little more light than they do...

then l'll happily put in my lamp to make it a little brighter.

Uncle.

l want to dedicate my life and happiness to the heart of a man l love.

And to work with him on this life.

Justyna.

Pomasz.

You young people now have one dot.

There's nothing to say, but you're right.

You're right.

Terenia.

Terenia.

Help me.

Lead me out of here immediately.

Emilio.

Mateusz Różyc.

Sister of the Princess.

He got a watermelon.

That's enough.

Justyna.

l'm begging you.

You've got a brother in me and a partner in everything.

A man.

A man with these young people.

They think they can turn the world upside down.

Justyna.

ls this your final decision?

Yes, uncle.

Final.

l feel sorry for poor Teosia.

But l can't lie and tell you that maybe you did the right thing.

And you'll be happy.

l sincerely wish you that.

And l'll help you if l have to.

And l'll dance for your wedding.

lt'll take three days.

We'll go on a trip together, Justyna.

Look after Emilio, because...

l think he's getting a globus.

Go to Emilio.

Go to your father and tell him.

And then, Justyna, we'll go...

to that...

Well, we have to go home.

We'll take you home.

Let's go, let's go.

l have a great request for you, Benedict.

But l don't know how to say it in the words of honor.

How can l say it?

Well, maybe you have an affair with some pretty boy, too.

l'm not that stupid.

But you see...

Justyna is getting married.

So...

will you let me live with her in their house?

What?

The word of honor.

l really want to live with them.

l won't give them bread for free.

Because l have experience in the farm.

And the strength to work.

And my hands will be useful to them.

But l'm not needed here.

Eternal sadness.

Not needed by anyone.

You're not needed?

What are you talking about?

Oh, yes.

The children have grown up.

l could never agree with your wife.

And what about the farm?

Oh, master, you can't take them in my place.

Justyna...

goes to those people whom...

l used to know.

l liked.

Fate itself led me to them.

But...

l didn't listen, l didn't go.

So... l'll go now.

Facecies!

Then the whole Korczyn will be taken to Bohatyrowicz.

But my wife and Mrs. Teresa won't go there for sure.

Mr. Dobrodziej!

This is the kind of stupidity Mr. Dobrodziej won't allow.

You're Justyna's guardian.

l didn't expect Mr. Dobrodziej to have such a compromise with my daughter.

There's no compromise for Justyna.

She's a full-grown woman.

She has her own will.

And she'll go for whomever she wants.

She'll go!

She'll go for Mr. Różyc, who's the master of the whole Gęba.

And what about me, Mr. Dobrodziej?

What will l do?

Will l follow her to that simple house?

You won't even put a piano there.

l'm not used to being hungry by the sea.

Be calm.

You can still live as you lived in Korczyn.

With the greatest pleasure, you're sacrificing your home.

Besides, you have your own bag.

And l'll be able to pay for Justyna's money.

But is it right for this lady to do such a mess?

Be calm.

Go upstairs and play your sonatas and serenades.

And Marta will bring you breakfast in a moment.

Facecia, what stupidity has come to your mind?

You don't need to be here.

Here?

Oh, my God!

And we've been working together for the last twenty years.

Just you and me.

And not only yours.

But your work too.

l owe it to you for keeping me by Korczyn.

You carried my children in your arms.

And you raised them.

You loved them like a mother.

And you didn't punish them for stupid things.

You put only wise, good things into Witold's head.

My Marta!

l owe you to the grave.

And l won't let Skorczyn go.

l won't let her go!

Facecia!

She's not needed!

My King!

Do you really think like this?

Don't you have mercy on your old relative?

Don't you have mercy on your old relative?

What are you saying?

But l love God.

My God!

My King!

My brother!

And l thought the old man was stealing from me.

No one needs me here.

Eternal consolation!

Why should l leave if l'm needed by you?

And you treat me like a brother and sister.

Sit down.

Sit down.

Sit down.

You have to allow me to take your horse for a few days.

l'll go to the town, to the doctor.

To be treated.

To be able to serve you for as long as possible.

Good, good.

And now, please.

Go and ask Justyna here.

Come.

Mr. Anselm Bohaterowicz.

Yes.

And this is the fiancé of Justyna.

The son of Jerzy.

The son of Jerzy?

The same one who is resting with his brother in one grave.