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Fast! Go on!

Keep going, midwife!

We have to keep going!

We have to go faster, midwife.

If we're Iate, Papa's gonna Iock me away.

God AImighty, my shoes hurt. My feet are swimming in bIood.

Faster. I don'twant to get Iocked away.

You're here at Iast! Thank God!

We've gotta to up! Upstairs!

10 guIIders

I know your sort.

And 30 kreuzers for my worn-out feet.

Your mother has to suffer because of you!

Don't Iock me away! You shouIdn't have dawdIed!

Are these a midwife's hands?

Look at them!

They're nice and tender, too beautifuI for midwifery.

That's what someone wrote me once, but he wasn'tyour sort.

He frequents civiIized peopIe's homes.

He has 2 uniforms and brightIy poIished boots.

It's starting to come out.

By the BIessed Virgin it's the Iast time I heIp a chiId to be born

It's the Iast time!

Jesus! It's out of the beIIy! Scissors!

Don'tyou know what scissors Iook Iike, you dimwit!

CouIdn'twait, couId you? Looking forward to this misery?

Don't die on me, IittIe creature.

BIessed Virgin of ggod counciI.

Make its heart beat, I beg of you!

I beg of you! Why doesn't this piece of fIesh?

Come to Iife?

Give him to me.

Give me the IittIe boy.

Joseph AIder, what name do you give your chiId?

He shaII be caIIed Johannes EIias.

What do you ask of the united church of God?

EternaI and everIasting Iife.

I ask you, Johannes EIias:

Do you renounce aII impure spirits,

In narticuIar the demon Asmodeus?

Oh Lord, IetJohannes EIias grow up to be a man.

And as you opened the deaI-mute's ears and mouth.

Open as weII this unworthy being's ears and mouth.

So that he hears your word and decIares his faith forever.

Amen.

Johannes EIias.

I baptize thee in the name of the Father.

And the Son.

And the HoIy Ghost.

Amen.

I anointyou with the HoIy Chirsm.

For you are one of God's peopIe.

And you eternaIIy beIong to Chirst, who was anointed priest.

King and prophet forever.

Amen.

EIias, is it true

Thatyou're the Reverend's kid?

Did he take her from behind?

Yeah, from behind! And is it true

She's hairIess Iike a whore?

You'II burn in heII tiII your fIesh meIts.

Push off!

And you, too...

Peter! You bastard!

Don't touch me!

It breaks my heart, too.

Eat!

Do you hear that, Seff?

I know you're not asIeep.

It's past midnight, and he's stiII singing.

Something's wrong with EIias. Because he sings?

I feIt itwhen he was born.

You know, when he Iooks at me it makes me shiver.

Somebody eIse's Iook shouId have mad you shiver.

They say the deviI has coId sperm.

He's so brash that he takes on the form of a Reverend...

Shup up! Damn it!

Your sin has brought us the boy! But he is stiII our boy!

And you're not gonna Iock him up again!

There's madness in your eyes.

Seff.

Stop it!

Is something wrong, EIias AIder?.

It hurts when you press down on the piano.

Oh yeah?

It hurts, you say?

He shows no respect for the music.

And teIIs me it hurts!

I refuse to be reprimanded by you, you bastard! Monster!

And don't destroy my instrument! Hands off!

Take your hands off it!

You Satan!

Stop it! Stop it! You're kiIIing him!

Come on, EIias.

Sir, I am ready to sing.

HeII's beIIs and buckets of bIood!

What? You're Iaughing at me!

Mother?.

Go ahead and Iaugh!

And grin!

With your hideous face!

What am I doing here in miserabIe Eschberg?

Hey! Don'tyou know I couId have become the PreIate of FeIdberg?

No, you don't.

You don't know anything.

I'II pump the beIIows. You can't pIay the organ aIone.

Come on! PIay it! Or the air wiII be gone.

Burga! It's Mother!

She's aII white and can't stand!

Jesus! Get cIothes, smeIIing saIts and the crucifix! Fast!

EIias is coming, the deviI's son! The deviI's son!

Look at the face he's making! How he waIks!

You stay here, boy!

Let go, Father! I have to go to EIias!

I've toId you time and again to stay away from him!

You bastard. Bastard!

What?

Bastard!

Her name is EIsbeth. HoId her in your arms.

It's an EIsbeth.

It's an EIsbeth after aII.

A daughter.

EIsbeth, are you getting dressed up for him?

Our Reverend Father is going mad.

Last Sunday he forgot the bIessing.

He doesn't say prayers anymore.

You think I don't notice? I know what I see.

Yes, butyou see the wrong one. Lukas is standing

next to Father, dear sister.

So they see we approve him as a new famiIy member.

Nobody has asked me yet, dear brother.

Leave it. What?

I don't Iike it thatway. I want to wear it Ioose.

As you wish. EIsbeth.

It's a quarter past. AIright, Mother.

You don't Iock your door...

What aboutyour hair?. That's how town women wear it.

You can't go to church Iike that! Yes, I can!

We're decent peopIe. Put it up in a bun!

No, I won't!

You're so oId-fasioned.

So terribIy oId-fasioned!

That's it, PhIIipp!

She takes a breath, and her voice deepens.

That's it!

And this is EIsbeth Iaughing.

Quiet!

And when she goes red with rage it sounds Iike...

Wait...

TiII I have aII the pipes.

ItwiII sound Iike the trumpets of Jericho!

Then... It's Peter.

No Peter... That's too bad.

God bIess you, Peter. God bIess you.

There's Peter.

God bIess you.

God bIess you. God bIess you.

Peter's here.

The boy waIks with his mother! And not a word!

If my Fritz was stiII aIive... God bIess his souI!

Then he'd show you who's a man! You!

And you especiaIIy! God bIess you.

God bIess you. Frau AIder.

Start pumping!

Is he aIready drunk at this time of the morning?

Pump it!

Pump it!

And then they Ieft him.

He's saying the bIessing without the mass.

We must teII the Bishop.

Itwas a short mass.

You're dismissed.

Are you true Chirstians?

Are you human beings?

Aren'tyour cattIe hoIier than yourseIves?

They're dreaming by the water.

They Iove the open air.

And worship the woods.

And you seek God between these decaying waIIs?

He isn't here!

Seek Him in the beings of creation, in the fIight of birds.

In bIades of grass.

And when you've found Him,

Put Him in the Iaps of women.

For itwon't be Iong before Eschbera... One more word.

And I'II throw you down so your brain spIatters!

Lukas, wait. I Ieft my prayer book inside.

Fnid one for yourseIf. Women!

Have you seen EIias?

Give it to me, PhiIipp. Here.

I found itwhen I took the hoIy water.

Since when is hoIy water here?

I can hear your heart beating.

Then... have ai nice Sunday, EIias.

When are you coming anyway?

Hey, you!

The two of us stiII have a Iot to do!

I'II go by myseIf. Not so fast...

How far are you with the pipes? Soon.

What do you mean? I've run out of Iinden wood and gIue.

How much do you need? What? Huh?

How many cords? 12 pIanks.

How Iong? 16 feet.

16 feet?

Why do you turn around? Your face is aII white.

Oh? Perhaps I've got a fever. I keep to the straight and narrow.

Hearts must be tethered Iike goats. Shut up!

No Kyrie, no GIoria, no Credo! Nothing! The mass isn'tyaIid.

Butyou pIayed the organ weII, so God wiII accept the mass.

I'm quite a IowIy minstreI of God. I'm actuaIIy an inept organist.

No, not at aII. Oh, yes, I am.

Jesus probabIy gets an earache when he hears me pIay.

You're aIways hitting the wrong keys!

What do you mean?

You couId Ietyour assistant, EIias, pIay.

Now you've ruined his Sunday.

Aren'tyou thirsty, teacher?.

Thatwoman's got an udder. Those are breasts, bIockhead!

What's it say?

It says... What does it say?

The cour... tesan. What does that mean?

It's Moorish and it means ''a girI cowherd''.

There's enough udder to drown in!

Women tend to Ieave him coId! You bastard!

Look at that! It's none of my business, but...

You ought to do things properIy. What do you mean?

You knowjustwhat I mean.

Damn it aII! Get moving, wiII you!

It's a hopeIess case! The ears. What ears?

Come on! It's the ears. A storm is brewing.

So itwon't budge. There's no cIoud in sight.

AnimaIs hear the cIouds before we see them.

You don't beIieve me?

Sure, I do.

Now what?

Tomorrow is cIoth market at FeIdberg. Want to come?

It'd be nice. I can't Ietyou go aIone.

EIias, don't forget!

It's raining after aII.

Give me a hand.

I don't beIieve it.

Stop dreaming. EIsbeth.

Mother!

Can a woman Iove two men at once?

If she wants to be a whore.

In her heart.

You have Lukas. That's been decided.

Perhaps my heart doesn't beat for Lukas.

I truIy wish I couId write it aII down.

But I can't.

Praise the Lord Jesus Chirst. Amen.

Get up!

EIsbeth.

Yes?

Give me the water iuq.

EIias, I have to...

See a man about a dog.

I have to pass water.

Itwas Iike a stream. Now I feeI better.

You're aIways so quiet.

Quiet?

I don't stop taIking inside. Oh!

I wish I couId see inside you. ReaIIy?

And whatwouId you see?

I don't know.

I can't see inside.

Give me your hands. My hands?

Your hands.

You have soft hands.

And no caIIuses.

I have to show you something.

You see that big, smooth rock?

It isn't Iike other rocks.

It has no veins, and it's as smooth as miIk.

It's aIive. It makes sounds. And Iook at its shape.

When God passes over the stars, he passes through here.

This rock is the impression of his overpowering foot.

Your face is very hot. I'm thirsty.

I found itwhen I was a chiId.

And since then I've known that things happen here.

You know something. EIsbeth.

I beIieve you can reach heaven from this very pIace.

You're so strange, EIias, so different.

When I am with you I reaIize how aIone I am.

We have to go on.

I have to show you something eIse.

Itwas in spring, two days before Easter, when I reaIized

That I can make everything resound.

You frighten me.

You're no hoIy man! You're a thief! He steaIs our miIk!

He doesn't even fight back!

Let him eat mud! There's sure enough of it!

The teacher's coming! Stop it! The teacher's coming!

He's drowning him!

Get inside!

Thanks to you and to your mothers, who gave birth to you.

You thank those who mock you! Where's your sense of honor?.

Hunger can make a man into a dog.

I'm truIy astonished.

You don't earn an honest Iiving!

Strike the person who strikes you!

Eat up!

Praise the Lord God! Forever and ever.

Praise the kind teacher. Oskar!

Be seated.

Where did we Ieave off?

The AIder famiIy has made it a habit to be unreIiabIe.

SimpIe-minded EIias arrives Iate to pump the beIIows and daydreams

And PhiIipp forgets his duty. What subject?

The study of the human race, sir.

OriginaI sin.

PhiIipp, come here.

My name is PhiIipp! PhiIipp! Quiet!

I'II go by myseIf.

Beyond description is the greatness of God.

But how can we understand why he created men so unaIike?

One is inteIIigent, and this one here

Is incredibIy stupid.

One is handsome, the other is ugIy.

StiII another is of very high inteIIigence.

And this one is an idiot.

Why these differences betwen humans?

Their character, their buiId, their sex, thier taIents.

Does God Iove injustice?

No, chiIdren.

This creature is weighed down by an unbearabIe guiIt...

The guiIt of generations Iong before his time.

Sins upon sins!

That is originaI sin.

Let's pray.

Our father who art in heaven...

Didn'tyour sister Iearn any manners at home?

Manners?

She drove off with that bastard.

It's her baking day today. I can't see any smoke.

If I'd made the worId I'd have given women just one heart.

And you caII yourseIf a man!

LoveIy Iace, skiIIfuIIy crocheted needIework.

For a wedding... or a chirstening.

LoveIy embroidery.

You've made a good choice. Here are bed sheets...

Do you buy things from MongoIia? No, butwe've got IoveIy ribbons.

The fragrance of attar of roses.

Let me teII you straight out: Take your paws off!

ItwiII costyou 2 guiIders.

It's beautifuI. Of course.

LoveIy ribbons!

Wrap it in wax paper.

Wrap it? in was paper?.

I see.

It's a present for my Iove, you know?

ShouId I know?

China! AII the way from China!

Get up!

Whoa!

I've been Iooking for you aII over.

Can'tyou teII me where you are?

The Lord is coming. What's that?

AIms for the poor!

Tobacco for Father.

Good night, EIias.

Good night.

What's he got that I haven't? TeII me!

Your eyes! You frighten me!

You're mocking me?

Let me go inside. I warned you! You're promised to me.

OnIy death is promised. We'II see about that!

You crude man! Think I'm crude? Justwait!

If you touch me you'II never see me again.

Go home now.

When the snow meIted and it gotwarmer, this one spIit.

I toId them.

Mr. Oskar, It's the third to the Iast pipe in the Iast box.

Hejust Iaughed.

Where were you aII day?

You went to FeIdberg with her.

Pump the beIIows.

Are your hands so insensitive?

The other one.

The other before.

Why are you aIways thinking of her?.

You can become famous with you music.

The birds in the sky and the fish in the sea.

Know each other by the beat of their heart.

That's what the charcoaI burner, MichI, toId me.

They find each other...

Even if they're weeks apart.

Man rushes from one Iover to another...

Without knowing that God chose.

On singIe person for him at the beginning of time.

That person has the same heartheat.

The same sound.

The same breath.

How do you know that it's EIsbeth?

Didn't someone come before her of the same sperm.

With the same heartbeat?

Now it's got a souI again.

And a voice.

I'II give the organ a name.

I'II caII you

EIsbeth.

My IittIe one.

My Iove.

What did he do to you?

What?

PuII it to the side.

Lukas, I've gotta taIk to you. What for?. Not there.

My father's getting impatient.

You ought to taIk to him about the marriage.

It shouId be before the first snow.

And EIsbeth?

Since when do women have their say?

Is that the new fasion? God AImighty!

Oskar AIder's hanging from a rusty chain.

He hanged himseIf!

Jesus! Out of the way!

Put her hands in the coId water.

Get the Reverend.

What a horribIe face!

Is his souI in heII?

Come. come with me.

I teII you this...

Eschberg is going to awaken... very soon.

Get the curate.

Get the curate fast!

Who died? Read the Introit.

Butwho died? I don't know a thing.

Oskar AIder, for God's sake.

I knew him weII.

How sad. Why wan't I toId?

I beg of you. Read the Introit.

Dear...

Parents.

You have requested to have your chiId.

Christened.

What is he saying?

Are you prepared to raise him in the onIy true faith?

For God's sake. What are you?

Did he go mad?

This is the text.

You have to read this. Don't teII me what to do!

It's a Requiem, not a christening.

EIias! You're the organist now.

I'm so pIeased. No.

Of course, my boy.

Don'tyou know me anymore?

The onIy thing he reaIIy Ioves is music.

Burga.

Come in. Come in.

Did I surprise you?

I know your step. Oh.

You don't turn around?

Is there nothing to say?

Tomorrow is Sunday.

The time has come.

I'm going to pIay.

That's aII you have to say? Yes.

I'II make music for you and me. Is that aII?

You onIy want to pIay that damned organ?

What kind of person are you?

Your fooIishness, your music!

Your music!

It's of no use to anyone!

A man has caIIuses! He dose hard work!

I don't understand. Of course! You never understood anything!

What do you want from me?

What I want?

I wantyou to Iove me.

I can't go on Iike this!

What's wrong?

I'II come tomorrow when everyone's at church.

Thatwoman is hot!

God! Have you got an ugIy face! Me?

How useIess the music is! It's so weird.

For pig's ears Iike yours. From far away.

PeopIe wiII come to hear our EIias pIay.

HoId me tight, Lukas.

HoId me.

With your strong arms.

I wantyour strong back.

Take me!

My boy!

That's my boy!

They're aII waiting.

For you.

They're aII standing there. They won't go home.

Long Iive EIias! The women are crying.

Long Iive EIias! It's a miracIe! Rip spIinters from his shuIter.

And say, ''Look!

I've got a spIinter from the house

the great EIias AIder grew up in. ''

Why did you create me, Johannes EIias AIder?.

Why do you gIoat over my grief.

The monstroysity of my eyes, my hands, the sorrow of my Iove?

I shaII never stop Ioving EIsbeth!

I shaII oppose your divine decisions.

You wiII no Ionger wieId your power within me.

If I Johannes EIias AIder, perish.

ItwiII be my wiII, notyours!

MichI!

MichI, I'II give you aII I have, but bring back EIsbeth!

I'II give you everything you want! Be quiet...

She has the same heartbeat as me. Bring her back to me!

I Iove her! I Iove her! You never reaIIy Ioved her.

I've Ioved her since I can remember. She is my Iife.

My morning, my moon, my evening, my night... everything!

Your night? What do you mean?

You aren't abIe to Iove someone.

You're the IoneIiest man in the worId.

You aII onIy Iove your women for the Iength of a thought.

At nightyou cIose your eyes and forget aII your oaths.

He who Ioves does not sIeep.

Hey, you strong IittIe man, where's EIias?

I know you're in there.

Let's Ieave this pIace. We'II go to towns.

To the French part of SwitzerIand.

You'II pIay in big churches.

Eatwith siIver forks and drink from cut gIass...

... Ride in a carriage...

... Instead of sitting here

Year after year and rotting aIive.

I hate this Iife.

I hate Eschberg.

I hate Eschberg!

Have you heard anything about him? He's stopped pIaying.

Nobody knows why.

He's stopped?

He doesn't go out, and they say he doesn't sIeep.

If I knew he Ioved me...

If I knew!

What faIse dreams and stupid hopes!

You shouId have taIked.

What kind of peopIe are you? Stubborn!

Stubborn to death.

On Chirstmas Eve it's said that

The angeI UrieI comes down to earth

And he waIks over mountains and fieIds.

and he's barefoot.

But he doesn't stop

UntiI he finds two peopIe he brings together...

And two he separates forever.

You'II see. When the days grow Ionger you'II forget EIias.

Look at this!

In France they hang their Chirstmas trees upside down.

In those days a decree went out from Caesar Augustus...

It's a shame you've stopped pIaying.

... That aII the worId shouId be enroIIed.

What's the matter with EIias?

What do you want from him now?

I thoughtyou had a fever.

Even if he Iaughs at me, I don't care. I Iove him!

Everyone shouId know. What?

That I Iove EIias. Thatyou're a whore!

Stay here!

Are you mad? Stay here!

Or you're gonna get it!

You're gonna get it!

Open up!

Now you're gonna get it!

You'II hear my voice, and my speech wiII be the thunder of heaven!

God never wanted man to Iive here! Never!

Or did he want him

With his stupid cow-face?

Is his stupid face the expression of the divine breath?

Or him? Or her?. Yes, cast down your IushfuI eyes! Everyone knows

Aboutyour sexuaI excess! Why aren't I preaching

Is that proper procedure? You wretches!

You reptiIes, who caII yourseIves Chistians!

Thejaws of heII wiII open up, and the burning breath

Of the EviI Prince wiII bIow in your face!

And your skin wiII drip

Like honey in the sun! Fire!

Can'tyou hear?. There's a fire!

EIsbeth!

Fire!

Eschberg is burning!

Get out! Get out!

Rescue the cattIe! Let me out!

Peter!

Let's get out of here!

CaIm down.

EIsbeth, caIm down. I'm with you.

Come on.

One, two, three, four, five, six.

Seven...

At schooI Ietters are written.

At schooI we Iaugh and cIap.

TiII the teacher starts to sIap.

That hurts, teacher.

I won't be back tomorrow.

You whore!

No one's gonna take EIias away from me! No one!

Everything wiII be different, EIsbeth.

Everthing wiII be aIright.

I'II ask Father for my inheritance.

Next year we'II have our own farm.

ItwiII radiate its bright shine down into the Rhine vaIIey.

I can work with my hands. You'II see.

Of course...

We'II have stringy fIour, rock-hard bread, and we'II be bungry...

EIsbeth!

Didn't he say ''the burning breath?'' Yes, ''burning breath. ''

Maybe. Sure, you heard it. You coward!

Leave me aIone! Repeatwhat the charcoaI burner said!

''Burning breath, '' yes. Think it over first.

He may be a dreamer, but he didn't burn down the viIIage.

3 days ago he asked for bread.

Then he threatened to burn down my farm.

He was angry. Are you protecting him?

Of course not.

We've come to settIe with you, you pig!

I'II drive the axe right down into your heart! No!

Let him burn... Iike our farm.

Come here!

Put him on the cart!

We need wood. Put him on there!

More brushwood.

So? The ''burning breath. '' huh?

He isn't saying a word. How strange.

No one has to Ieave. Not a singIe one of you.

Those who stiII have a farm wiII Iook after you.

He who doesn't share his bread wiII answer to me.

The house wiII be rebuiIt. I'II give you the timber.

You won't have to pay interest!

You can't do this to me! Lukas, my son-in-Iaw.

I beg of you, Lukas! How can I support a chiId?

You'II Iive at my pIace. Where?

You have no pIace to Iive yourseIf.

I don't recaII having dismissed you!

You're stiII my maid! Butwhere shaII I sIeep, master?.

I beg of you. Don't Ieave. We need a sexton.

Butwhen the Reverend goes...

Reverend! Keep them from going! WhatwiII we do here aIone?

Can anyone teII me what's going on? I'd Iike to know.

Why?

Don't ask.

That's how it is.

Sir, I fear the road Ieads nowhere. It must Iead to Eschberg.

As you wish.

HoIy CeciIia! What happened here?

Whoa! Easy.

You!

Me? Yes, you.

Easy.

Where is the Reverend's house?

He's gone, because he's out of his mind.

Oh!

Butyour mother knows where he Iives.

No, she doesn't.

Excuse me, for not introducing myseIf.

Friedrich Furchtegott GoIIer. Gantor and director musices.

In FeIdber. By order of the imperiaI Governor I am traveIing.

To inspect aII the country's organs and to register them.

Let's go to the church. As you wish.

Why are you Iaughing? I'm not.

That's for Iaughing at me.

Look at this, EIias.

Women's stuff!

Show him how you pIay, EIias. Go and show him!

Go.

He actuaIIy taught himseIf how to pIay the organ?

And he can't read the notes? If Oskar, the teacher, was aIive.

He couId testify to it.

Leave the boy aIone. He can't find his peace.

But if this isn't a windIe, it's a miracIe.

Mr. AIder, your son is a naturaI-born genius.

He isn't going to FeIdberg! He's staying here!

But he has to go!

And it shaII not be to your disadvantage.

Why not?

Are you one of the girIs, PhiIipp?

For the citizens of FeIdberg.

The foIIowing announcement is to be made:

The archepiscopaI curacy of the cathedraI wishes

To announce the annuaI organ competition.

In the art of improvisation.

Using the cathedraI's organ.

Furthermore, the archepiscopaI curacy of the cathedraI announces

The performance of an extremeIy unusuaI naturaI-born genius.

A man by the name of

Johannes EIias AIder.

From the remote mountain viIIage of Eschberg.

Who was never taught to pIay music.

WiII pIay toccatas and preIudes today.

To the citizens...

Am I going to die?

What a thought!

Where did you get the money?

We have credit.

The apothecary is a good man.

He made you Iie down, didn't he?

I have to go.

HighIy esteemed Iadies and gentIemen and our nobiIity.

The Iots have been drawn.

The competition begins with...

GottIob Huber, the son of Governor Gottfried Huber.

Candidate Huber wiII extemporize the choraI.

''Christ Lay in Death Throes. ''

A choraI adaptation, pedaIs and keys as one.

PIease, Iet me enter.

PIease... I know the man who is pIaying today... PIease!

10 kreuzers! And that's finaI!

Let me enter.

PIease.

Isn't she from the South Gate?

You spend time at the South Gate? How shamefuI!

Assessor, sir! Assessor, sir!

PIease, taIk to him. I have to go inside.

It's aIright. Let her enter.

Is he hot? Despite the cooI temperature.

The next candidate...

Johannes EIias AIder.

Candidate AIder wiII.

Extemporize the choraI ''Come... Oh Death. Brother of SIeep. ''

I don't know the meIody of the hymn.

Then pIay anything. But pIay!

He thinks he can pIay this organ? He'sjust skin and bones.

He sure knows how to stink. I can smeII him here.

You're the master of this hour.

We'II trink from cut gIass.

He has to teII him to pIay the organ first.

That is bIasphemy!

You'II answer for this.

That's for sure! Not so fast. Give him time.

The heavens have opened.

A miracIe!

This is impossibIe. Excuse me.

Long Iive EIias AIder!

Esteemed Iadies and gentIemen, this is a hoIy pIace. SiIence!

Quick! Open aII the doors in case there is a stampede!

Move aside! Leave him aIone!

Move back. You'II crush him.

Let him be.

Let me through! I know that man!

Come on. The carriage is waiting.

Let me through. I have to get through.

He's exhausted. He has a Iong way to go.

I have to get through! He's my friend.

Let him go.

Did you see the women?

My God, their faces! Their faces, EIias!

You're a very famous man!

You know what that means? It means money. We'II be rich.

Firstwe'II buy ourseIves siIk trousers.

And those fasionabIe top hats.

Didn't I aIways teII you that? They'II come from afar.

And you'II ride in a carriage Iined with damask.

And we'II eatwith siIver forks. Didn't I aIways say so?

Where are you going?

I want to go home.

But this is the way home.

Not to Eschberg.

What are you doing?

I wiII sIeep no more.

EIias, you frighten me.

You frighten me so.

Why are you doing this?

Say something! Say something!

TaIk to me.

Come!

Don't Ieave me.

I beg of you, upon my souI! Stay with me!

You're so beautifuI.

You're so beautifuI.

The rock is gone.

Which rock, Mama?

There used to be a beautifuI, smooth rock.

As smooth as miIk.

And it Iooked Iike your IittIe foot.

OnIy much, much...

Much bigger. leko myrdat ot sreda

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