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Oh, miss, miss.

I know that you know
the Nightingale of Emajõgi.

Tell her, that when she sings

with her beautiful voice
to this Finnish boy.

Then this boy

forgets all of his work and dealings

and only thinks about
those hundred tongues.

But don't just think about it.

You should come visit me.

Lydia,

then may a Finnish boy

call you his own nightingale?

You may.

I...

I will travel to Estonia
right after you,

to listen to your songs.

I want to give a kiss
to these fingers...

Travel to Estonia!

On the right day
and to the right place,

that I shall tell you.

And you may give a kiss

to my lips.

Yes?
- Lydia, forgive me.

Have you already
edited that news story

about the illiteracy
of the peasantry?

I absolutely want to
put it into the next paper.

Yes, Papa.

There's a little bit of writing here,
that I would like you to go over.

A little bit?

Papa, my hand is in such a state,

that it doesn't allow me
to work at all.

I have decided
to go on a little holiday.

Holiday?

We just got back
from our holiday in Finland.

When are you planning on going?

Tomorrow.

Child, now you're talking crazy.
You know very well,

that Mr. Michelson
is arriving here today.

In that case, I will go today.

But dear child, Mr. Michelson

is coming here because of you

and he has some very serious plans.

I'll go right away.

Lydia!

Mr. Michelson has become an officer

and a military doctor.

I have been thinking,

that he is the right kind of man,
to be able to secure your future.

Financially.

Financial situation
isn't as important,

as following your heart, Papa.

But he's a doctor.

He could fix up your hand himself.

The mail coach has arrived.

Dear child, where are you even going?
- To the countryside.

I met some nice people
at the song festival.

You are such an ugly person.

Me?

You didn't have the sense

to buy our farm
from the manor at the right time.

Don't talk about things,

that you with your woman's mind
can't possibly understand.

I'll use my own wisdom
to sort things with the manor.

Sort things...
Like that cabbage business last year.

Peeter, you will use
your crooked wisdom

to make us even poorer
than we already are.

Our home is going up for auction now.

Let it go.

I know well
that the manor is struggling with it

and that's why
they'll drop the price.

That's what I planned for,
but try explaining that to a woman.

What if there's someone else?
- There isn't anyone else.

Kure Aadu told me yesterday,

that there haven't been
any new buyers.

The manor desperately needs the money

and I can get the Aluste farm
for next to nothing.

Next to nothing?

Do you have any rubles
saved up at all?

Erastu Enn.

He said he would give me a loan
for the starting price.

Yesterday at the pub?

When Kure Aadu
carried you back home on his back?

Aha, I don't remember
that part at all.

He doesn't remember.

I don't believe it, that Erastu Enn

would give you a loan
out of the kindness of his heart.

He must have
asked for something in return.

That's the way he is.

Asked or didn't,
I've got this figured out.

You should try
being a little nicer towards Enn.

Don't start nagging
every time you hear his name.

He'll be like a son to us soon.

What?
- What do you mean "what"?

If all of your clucking

would result in an egg,
it'd be a big deal.

Keep your mouth shut until then.

Please, please shut up, woman.

Good Sunday.

Well then.
- Good Sunday.

Look who's here!

The people from Aluste
have also come out here on a Sunday.

Of course, of course.

Aside from bread and herring,
you need food for the soul as well.

Sorry.
- Good day, Kure-uncle!

Maie dear!

Like a rosebud already.

Sorry.

The man who

plucks this one,
will be a very lucky man.

Who is the master
searching for so intently now?

No one. Listen, is Enn also here?

I have a deal made with him.

With Enn?
- Yes.

The thing with Enn now is,

that this morning
near the parish hall

he was drafted into the army by lot.

So next time he will go to serve.

Shut the hell up, woman.

I'm telling it as it is.

Recruits will come within next week

and take the draftees with them.

In the next 25 years

he won't be making
any deals with anyone.

That's a damn terrible thing.

What will I do now then?

I don't know
whether to cry or laugh about it.

What are you smiling about?

I won't go to the army.

Thank you.

Hello.

I am Märt.

Maie.
- My heart is filled with great joy,

that so many of you
have remembered the third commandment

and found your way into God's house.

Let us fold our hands in prayer,

so that the Good Lord
would save us from evil.

And would lead us together
with those, who only wish us well.

Dear miss
Lydia Emilie Florentine Jannsen!

Allow me to ask for your hand,

because I assure you, that my heart,

which pumps the arterial circulation

upon seeing you,

increases it's output
by several dozen percent.

Increases.

Stop!

Well then, it's such a lucky thing,
that I happened to drive by here,

because within the next
2 minutes and 35 seconds

you would have bled out completely.

Now you'll tell me
what has happened here.

Here? - Here.

Here? - Yes.

Hold on!

What happened here?

Dog.

Dog? - Dog.

Dog? - Dog.

Dog? Woof?

Dog, woof.

And the other hand?

I went to save my thumb
and it bit me again.

I see.

Understood. Anyway...

We managed to stop the bleeding.

Keep the bandages clean. Understood?

Have a good day.

Good day.

How must I receive you,

my dear little Märt?

How to rush toward you...

Goodness, already here.

Hold on, where are you?

Come help me, woman, damn it!

Get it!
- Well hello!

Greetings! At last!

Would you look at that.

Our dear guest has arrived as well.

Hello Lydia, oh my.

Oh how we were expecting you,

when we got the letter
about your visit.

Hello mistress.

Still as rosy and fresh
as at the song festival.

Oh you.

I've got my apron on
and I'm all unwashed.

But today in church,
there was a nice young man,

who offered me a seat.

Well then,
dear Lydia, how have you been?

I've been writing a lot.
- Yes, of course.

I brought you
a new issue of Postimees as a gift.

Dear Lord, take that away from here.

That Postimees
hasn't brought us any luck so far.

My old man reads all sorts of
strange things from there.

And then he goes and does...

I don't even want to talk about it.
It's brought us nothing but trouble.

I don't know anything about
Postimees causing trouble for anyone.

It's to enlighten the common folk

and to help them.
- Of course it is.

Peeter, wait, don't you...

Lydia, go on hurry up inside

Maie will come and welcome you.
I'll be right there as well.

Peeter, don't you kill that one!

That's the wrong rooster.
- Wrong?

Hello.

In a moment!

Wait, my dear, just a moment!

Lydia,
what are you standing around for?

Go on inside!

I've got good news for you, Maie.

I had a little accident

and because I managed to
get rid of my thumbs

the army can forget about me.

Maie.

I have decided

to marry you.

Haven't you understood yet,
that we'll never be friends.

Let alone anything even worse.

Oh, why so prickly!

I don't know
what prince you're waiting for,

that you're making
a sour face like that?

None of your business!

I don't want anything from you.

Well?

What are you standing there for?

There's the door! Go inside!

How many times
do I have to tell a person?

Dear Maie.

Where would you find
anyone else like me?

If my true suitor would get drafted,
I would wait 30 years for him,

even if I grow
old and dull in the process.

But he should have
both of his thumbs.

Look here Maie,

it's not like men
only use their thumbs

for important business.

There are other body parts,

that can make women happy.

Get out of here!

Go away!

Scoundrel!

Get lost!

Oh my Lord!

Märt!

Does it hurt a lot?

Shall we put something on it?

So that's what the angels look like?

A thousand apologies!

I thought
it was someone else entirely.

Who could it have been,

who would deserve such a lashing
from such a lovely little chick?

It's that Erastu Enn.

He was in here earlier,
cocky like a rooster.

He was supposed to get drafted,
but now has lost his thumbs

and wants to get married.

Well then.

And what does
your father think about that?

They're very good friends.

Enn was supposed to
help father buy out Aluste.

Is that so?

I don't want to
bother you with these problems.

How did you, Märt,
know how to find me here?

I followed
the song of the nightingale.

The nightingale flew ahead singing

and I followed it.

Märt! You're making me blush!

You know what, dear Maie?

It's like this,

I've decided
to move away from Mulgimaa region

and I'm looking for a place
to weave my nest at.

Some need to wave a nest,
some need to fly out of it.

What's that supposed to mean?

Our farm is going on auction
day after tomorrow.

Father insists
there aren't any other buyers

and he can get it for almost nothing,

but I feel
that it's not going to be so easy.

You women,

you're all alike!

You've been created to worry.

Tell me, dear Maie,

what does your father
think of the Mulks?

He can't stand them.

In the cabbage business last year,
they fleeced him.

But as mother always says
Mulks aren't that bad.

But you,

dear Maie?

What do you think?

If you, Märt,
wanted to look around here

then I would gladly show you around.

Believe me, dear Maie.

I've seen everything around here,
that I need to see.

I thought Mulks weren't that bad.

I would like to come and claim you

Claim you over sea and land

My....
- Well look at that.

Out dear guest is still here.

Hello there.

Sorry. The women told me,
that you were coming here.

Good day, sir.
- She is the Lydia,

that writes those songs
and arranges the song festivals.

You have a newspaper with you, yes?

They edit it with her father.

Ah, yes, the Pot-man, yes?

Post, Post-man.
- Mhm.

It's very expensive.
- Right.

Then it's a good thing
I brought it along.

Nice.

No, no.
- Let me!

Lydia, you are our dear guest.

Let me carry it!

Let's go now!

Greetings to the family here.

Kure Aadu, dear Lord.
I didn't even notice you visiting us.

I came to visit, yes,
but not without a reason.

Allow me to take the ladies' suitcase
and take it where it needs to go.

I have a few things
to say to the master.

What's going on?

It's about the auction.

Tell me!

Perhaps it'll be better
if we talk about it inside.

Yes, let's go inside, yes.

We're also hungry.

Maie!

Oh Lord, I completely forgot.

Come!

Will you be back?
- I will and then I'll need to

meet your father and mother.
- Promise that you will come?

Give me a kiss...

...miss Jannsen.

Ah, you are the one

who has written the sweet songs
of the nightingale of Emajõgi?

Maie!

Yes, but under the pseudonym Koidula.
- Ah, I see.

Jakobson gave me that name.

Jakobson?

This Sakala is the Mulks' paper, yes?

I don't like that one.

It's not customary in our land

for a girl to use her own name
to write songs and tales.

It's not a woman's place
to stand out.

That's right.
- But you are remarkable.

Did the parish official
have some business then?

Yes I do.

Does the master remember that Mulk,

who was at church this morning?

That boy? What does he want?

Take, take! Lydia, you take some too!

It's like this with him, he...
He went straight from church

to the parish hall and signed up
for the Aluste farm auction.

You have a competitor now, Peeter.

Oh god damn it.

And he's a Mulk as well.

Quiet, woman.

Kure Aadu, eat some now.

Enough, enough.

Does the boy have money too?

Who can really say,

but his purse was...

it was this big.

Damn the Mulks and their purses.

Dear Lord,
now we'll all be homeless soon.

Eat now, Kure Aadu,
eat while we still have some.

These farm foods
are the most natural.

I have to put this Mulk in his place.

About putting him in his place,

that Mulk,

his name is Männiku Märt.

He wants to come
and see the farm for himself.

I'll drive him away from here.

But the law forbids it.

The law...

The law says
that he needs to be able to

inspect the merchandise beforehand.

I'm surprised he's not here already.

He told me this morning
at the parish hall,

that he'll come right over here

to check out Aluste farm.

He's coming to check out the farm.

Kure Aadu, eat!

Eat as much as you can!

Thank you.

I'm full.

Goodbye for now then,

Aluste...

Who knows how long
Aluste folks will stay here.

Be quiet!
- Oh, Peeter!

- Be quiet!
- He has a deal...

Be quiet! - And with whom?

Please be quiet.

Damn it, may the army take him.

Please, woman, please be quiet.

Please, I'm trying to think.
- The man is trying to think.

His ideas are so big.

You know, Lydia, we're not going to
fit at this table anymore.

He's trying to think.
Come Lydia, let's go away!

Man is thinking. He keeps thinking.

Enn!

I came to see, if perhaps
uncle Peeter has any troubles?

Troubles? Well...

I don't have any troubles then?

They're coming in
through the doors and windows.

True enough.

You don't say.

Good heavens,
you went all the way to Finland.

That's at the other end of the world.

It's not that far really.

But it is across the sea.

What did you lose over there then?

I went to see how they create choirs.
And there's a lot of them there.

And theater.

They perform plays
they've written themselves.

And women play the parts of women.

They don't only have men on stage.

I couldn't do that,

to have someone else write something
that I have to think or say.

You've always been quite hard headed.

Not like I used to be
back in the day.

I also met the writers there

and Maie what did I lose there?

Maybe even my heart.

Oh, Lydia!

Now your story
is getting interesting.

Tell us!
- No, I won't say any more today.

But we will see, maybe you'll see
everything yourselves soon.

Oh, when I reminisce about my youth.

Yes, all those young men,
who were circling around me

and offered me a seat at church.

What did Peeter do to charm you then?

Who?

Ah.

Peeter? What, I was so old by then.

I was 22 and my father said,
that I' will be an old spinster soon.

Dear Maie has a few more years left.

How old are you, Lydia?

I'm 26.

Oh, I see.

That's why I have to search all over
the land and sea for suitors.

Yes.

Now that Mulk is going to
steal Aluste from me at the auction.

My only helper
gets sent to the army for 20 years.

Kure Aadu. He told me.

I can't hold a gun without thumbs.

Kure Aadu should write me
a dismissal letter.

He's making stuff up.

Uncle Peeter, don't worry.

The plan to marry Maie
will stay intact.

And, with that we still have the deal
that I get to keep the farm?

What we talked about was that

I'll give you a loan
for the starting price.

Not a kopeck more.
- No, no, wait.

I've noticed that Maie
doesn't seem to be very into you.

That's how we do things now, huh?

If I lose the farm, you lose Maie.

What do I do,
I don't have any money to give.

Help me read this Postimees.

Maybe we'll find good advice here.

So...

Bessaraabiamaarahvaello...
- Raffaello?

From Krakow, Peter's bag...
- What Peeter?

What about me? I am Peeter.

They're talking about Petersburg.
- Why do they want my bag?

The capitol, Petersburg!
- Well yes, what's there?

Petersburg's paper explains it.

There's a huge grain shortage
in the Czar's army.

Wait...

Check the grain prices
on the Tartu market.

Wait, wait, wait.

Ah no, this...

What are you laughing about?

I found it!

A tub of red salt is 9 rubles.

Groats are 8 rubles and 20 kopecks.

That much? - Yes.

That's for groats, yes?

What are these little lines
here and there?

It's just printing ink.

Who has ever heard
of such a thing before?

To pay that much for barley groats?
- Tell me, do you have barley groats?

Well not groats.
Maybe a couple bushels of barley.

I have some. Let's put 100 bushels
into the cart, to the mill,

and we'll blow that Mulk away.

How much is that in total then?

Hundred times eight.

That is 108?

Why must they whine like that?

It's like a funeral.

It's like drilling into a tooth.

A man can't even get any peace
in his own house. Let's go outside.

This is the plan -
I will lend you 125 rubles

and you will use that
to buy my barley.

Then we'll take it all to the mill.
And make groats out of it.

And then tomorrow
we go straight to Tartu.

Except this time
we'll make a real deal.

Write.

I don't...

I, the renter of Aluste, Peeter

hereby certify,

that Erastu Enn
is lending me 125 rubles

and I promise to him

my daughter Maie's hand in marriage.

Sign here.

We should think about it a little.

Peeter, Aluste auction
is the day after tomorrow.

Do you want
the Mulk to come and take it all?

Damn it, no.

Wait, what is this now?
- It's my signature.

This? Why are you tugging on it then?

It's just one cross.

My signature has three crosses.
Can't you read?

I can guarantee you, Mr. Michelson,

that I've heard the warmest

and most respectful
words about you from Lydia.

But she...
- Mr. Michelson. I can assure you,

that Lydia's sudden departure

was as unexpected to me
as it was for you.

My orders and commands
won't work on her.

But still you...
- Mr. Michelson, yes,

I am her father.

But how can I, an old man,
tame such a young woman?

You need the firm hand
of a spouse for that.

I must go after her.
- Yes, Mr. Michelson, I believe,

that you're doing the right thing.

But dear son,
allow me to give you some advice.

Yes, Papa?

Look, Lydia...

isn't an ordinary girl.

She's received
a bit more enlightenment,

than other women of our time.

The winds of romanticism
blow within her.

She wants to love her fatherland
and to write songs about it.

Let her write.
I have nothing against that.

Yes, that's why
I'm giving you advice.

To be a little more free,

more nationalistic, more romantic.

She has only seen you
in the strict fraternity uniform.

That you have now exchanged

for an even stricter
officer's uniform.

Should...

Should I then... remove my clothing
in front of miss Jannsen?

No.

I think that as a start,

you should open
the top button of your uniform.

And into that button hole
you could insert this flower.

Mr. Jannsen, dear Papa,
that is against the rules.

I think that
releasing the button will suffice.

Yes.

But hurry now!

Hurry to Lydia!

Before it is too late.

Yes, I will hurry.

But first
I must report to the barracks.

There's a special task
from the supply department.

Procuring barley.

Mr. Jannsen.

First the barracks, then women.

Oh.

You are so beautiful.
- Thank you.

Can you hear it?
The nightingale is singing.

Yes.

I can feel it in my heart.

It's so beautiful
and painful all at once.

Maie.

I already noticed before,
that your heart is heavy.

You must have noticed today,
that I had a visitor?

Didn't you have two even?

No, I don't mean that Erastu Enn,

who father has pushed on me.

I mean the other one.

Who came here afterwards, that Märt.

The tall boy.
- Yes, Märt.

What happened with him,
was when I met him at church,

my heart started racing,
like a little bird

and I thought that right there
on that church floor,

is where I would fall down dead.
And I felt as if he did as well...

But I don't...

Why else would he have come here
if not for you?

That's what I thought,

but now it seems
that he wants to buy our Aluste farm.

He was just inspecting it today.

Lydia, you're the smartest person
that I know in the whole world.

Tell me what I should do?

I can definitely give you
some advice here.

Yes?

When I met a young man
on my trip to Finland,

who made my heart race as well.

Yes, you mentioned it...

You said
you lost your heart in Finland.

And even though
I have another suitor,

a doctor with a diploma
and a military man.

And a Latvian,
that my father likes very much.

Then I didn't
just sit around and wait.

I grabbed the reins myself
and organized things,

for my Finnish sweetheart
to arrive tomorrow.

Lydia!

I wouldn't dare
offer myself like that.

I'd rather sit and wait.

Latvian.

What are you doing?

Who's shouting in there now?
The mosquitoes as well.

Would you please
close the window now.

I say,
I can't get any sleep like this.

Get any sleep.

I don't know
how anyone is supposed to

get any sleep around here at all.

In a few days
that Mulk will come here

and take our farm away from us.

And we have to scatter
across the world. Beg.

You don't have to worry
your dumb woman's head

about this now.

I have used
my wisdom to think this through.

Your wisdom...
- Yes, yes, I have a plan.

Look, this punk Mulk,
should forget about Aluste farm.

He should go back to Mulgi region.

Be honest with me, Peeter.

Did you get your wisdom
from the newspaper?

Well, yes,
from the papers, of course.

That last year's cabbage business,
you also got that from the papers.

Those were cabbages, now it's barley.

And I didn't have
Enn to help me either.

With Enn,
are you joking now? With Enn?

Damn woman,
what do you have against Enn?

Alright, alright,
close the window now.

Put out the light.
How much can a person ask and talk?

There you have it.
Where is the bastard?

My money, damn it.

Good morning, master.
Up at the crack of dawn?

Well, how else would it be?

My Papa isn't making things up

when he compliments
how diligent Estonian men are

with their work.

So it is. But that Postimees,
that's some very good reading.

Tell your Papa that.

As long as people
know how to read it.

Yes, well, how else.

Off to work I go then.

Lydia!

Good morning!

The city lady is up so already.
Were the bugs bothering you?

Oh, no. I just had a lot of thoughts.

Yes.

You know,
yesterday was so long and colourful,

that I was thinking,
that I would write

a fun Estonian play out of this.

That Enn
would certainly fit into a comedy.

Yes, if only our little comedy
doesn't turn into a tragedy

by auction time.

What's that then?

I think it's for me.

What now? Where's he going?

Last night he had a look on his face,
as if he had seen a vision.

I couldn't get
a sensible word out of him.

He kept talking about reading
from the Postimees with Enn

about some wonderful things.

And how he's going to be
rich very soon.

I don't think that the Postimees

would have had a guide
on getting rich.

What did they read from there then?

Peeter kept talking about barley.

Barley?

Barley.

Prices for goods
on the Tartu city market.

Barley prices here
are perfectly normal

and everything else
seems to be as well.

Oh, dear Lord.

Well?

Greetings, good people.
- Hello there.

Good day, yes.
Are we at the Aluste farm?

Yes, what business
do the gentlemen have here?

Well, we've been here for 7 days now,

looking for my companions'
missing little chick.

And we can't seem to find her.
Can't find her at all.

Have you good people
perhaps seen her?

I don't know.
What does she look like?

She looks quite slender and lovely.

Oh, I see.
That would be our limping Karja-Mari?

There's no Karja-Mari here.

Mari! Where are you?
Your suitors are here!

No, my chick wasn't limping.

Wasn't limping?
- We're not looking for Karja-Mari.

Well, in that case maybe
it's the neighbors dumb Tati-Liisu?

Mother!
- No, my little chick

didn't have a snotty nose.
- Didn't have a snotty nose?

Then it's that pock-marked...
- Here I am!

There she is!

Here's my little chick.

But does she admit that herself?

Of course I do, Märt, it's me!

Well.

What kind of comedy
are you doing in my yard here?

Kure Aadu,
what are you organizing here?

This tall young man
asked for advice and a guide,

because he had
a good reason to come to Aluste.

That's the Mulk, yes?

Well, he can look at my yard then
if that's what the law says

and the he can forget about it.

No, he's not here for the auction.

This nice boy
came to propose to Maie.

What?

Maie already has a fiancé.
- Who would that be?

Me!

Officially and since yesterday.

Peeter!

What? Is this true?

Who is able to really tell for sure,
with things like that?

Peeter?
- Well, yes, it's true.

Enn, how can you be Maie's fiancé

when you have to be in the army soon?

I don't,
they won't take me without thumbs.

Where did you leave your thumbs then?

Last time I saw you
you had them fully attached.

And then they fell off,

so you should write me
a dismissal document.

I'm not going anywhere.

Maie, have you accepted
Enn's proposal?

No!
- Good master, please explain to me,

how Enn can be Maie's fiancé?
- That's none of your business.

Peeter, you tell them.

That's right,
it's none of your business.

Just look at yourself! You're a Mulk!

But it is my business, Peeter!
- I have a deal with Enn.

What deal? You're the biggest idiot,

if you don't grab onto this boy
with both hands.

The women are talking nonsense.

That's right. Shut your mouth, Anne.

I've thought everything through
with my wisdom and that's how it is.

Then I will drown myself in a stream.

Dear, what are you talking about.
We don't even have a stream here.

Then I will drown myself
some other way.

Maie!
- Come, Enn, get on.

We have
important business to attend to.

Towards Tartu.

Maie!

Maie, what are you doing?

Maie, are you drowning yourself?

What?

Maie-dear.

Maie!

Maie!
- I don't want to marry Enn!

I don't want to marry Enn!

Now you definitely
won't want to be with me anymore.

Maie-dear.

My strawberry.

You get more precious to me
with every minute.

What kind of man would give up
at the first little obstacle?

They found something
from the Postimees with Enn,

that got them so excited.

Something about barley,
but the market prices are all normal.

The bags were full of barley groats.

But the barley price here
is the same as always.

The price for grain-salt
is also listed here.

Good heavens, wait.

Could they have possibly...

What is it then?
- Well, when they...

That would be funny, wouldn't it.
- What is it?

Didn't they?
- But of course, it's written here,

that a tub of red salt is 9 rubles,
there are marks underneath.

Repetition marks.
- And the word "grain"

and then repetition marks again.

The words repeat from the line above.

So a tub of grain salt
is 8 rubles and 20 kopecks.

Please explain it in simple terms.

These lines mean coarse
or grain-salt. And they've read it

as the price for grains
and they're trying

to get more money for their goods.

Not "them", it's just my Peeter.

Because of his wisdom of course.

Enn probably figured it out

and thought he could pull the wool
over the old man's eyes.

Oh, dear God.

What's going to happen to us now?

It's not that bad.

I'll have an easier time
tomorrow at the auction.

Yes.

However this story goes

I need to get the satisfaction
of putting Peeter in his place.

Before he gets back from Tartu...

At last! Forgive me.

What's this then?

Is it a suitor?

Yes, but it's Lydia's suitor.

It's her secret sweetheart.

Oh.

Mr. Kreutzwald.

Goodness, he's completely decrepit.

But Lydia
was longing all night for him.

I guess everyone
has to follow their heart.

Father of Song,
what a pleasant surprise.

I had completely forgotten,

that I had revealed in my letter,
my secret hideaway.

Dear child!

I read your letter many times,

that you sent me
after your trip to Finland.

I read it so much,
that I started dreaming about it.

Then you must know very well,

how things stand
with matters of my heart.

Yes. Since I hold you
in such high regard

and want to see you
well-settled in life.

I wouldn't entrust you

into the hands
of either of these young men.

We should talk about this longer
and in private some other time.

Some other time?

But something
has to happen to me soon.

I'm already 26 years old.

You must know
that the sharper tongues

are already calling me a spinster.

Besides, my younger sister
got engaged recently.

Yes.

Twenty six!

If I were even still 46

I would not hesitate.

And yet I feel,
that between us reigns something

akin to animal magnetism.

Oh, that our life paths
did not cross sooner...

Why must I have been so early

and you so late
to be born in this world!

But Mr. Kreutzwald!

I don't understand anymore,
what you're trying to tell me.

I came here to tell you
about my decision.

That you, as Estonia's Jean d'Arc,

must remain faithful
in your maidenhood

as the bearer
of our nations written word.

And the German,
Finnish and Latvian men,

and all the men
of all lands and peoples,

you must repel their carnal lances
and defend your maidenly honor.

So that if some little honeybee,
where ever he has flown in from,

wishes to set themselves
onto your flower,

you must clamp
your flower-bud tightly shut...

I beg your pardon?

Just as a little stream,

that wishes to flow into its bed,

behind your maidenly dam,
must be stopped suddenly.

Are you feeling unwell?
Can I help in any way?

Dear father!
I have always heard in school,

that one must obey their father.

Dear father...

Dear father,
I have always heard in school,

that one must obey their father

and I want to marry the man,

that my smart father finds for me.

Dear father...

Lydia!

Lydia!

Dear father,
I have always heard in school,

that one must obey their father.

Maie,
what's that paper you have there?

That must be that poem, that I wrote
while outside on the bench.

Oops. Sorry.

Mother wrote
a story on the other side,

that I have to memorize,
for when father gets back here.

I'm having a hard time
remembering it.

Let's try it together.

For me, it helps
once I understand the meaning,

then it's easier to memorize.

That's what I have an issue with,

I don't like
the meaning behind it at all.

I can't say out loud
that which is wrong.

It's because your heart is pure.

But imagine that you're in play.
Then it's completely different.

Women can't be in a play though.

Not in a theater,
but it's different in life.

Let's try to read.

Dear father,

I have always heard in school...

Lydia, I would actually like
to ask you a question

if you don't mind.

What's that then?

Judging by your story,
I thought that your Finnish suitor,

is young and healthy
and strong and beautiful,

but the man that came here
was like some...

Oh, dear Maie!

That wasn't Antti!

That was Kreutzwald instead.

He's the author of our national epic.

He was a different suitor.

Okay, anyway,
I was quite worried about you.

But when is
your Finnish boyfriend coming then?

I don't know.

And who knows
if I'll ever get married.

There are other things I must do,
than to have babies.

What are you talking about?
- I must write songs and stories

and plays.

And write the newspaper with Papa.

It's a shame
if a beautiful woman like you

wouldn't get married
and have children.

I would like to do so with Märt.

Dear father,

I have always heard in school,

that one must obey their father

and I want to marry the man,

that my smart father finds for me.

I can't show my face
in Tartu ever again in my life.

I have never been
made a fool of more than now.

It's all your fault too.

How was I supposed to know,

that those dots there
mean repetition?

That they mean grain-salt,
not barley grains.

He can read, can he?
What am I going to say to Anne?

I cannot stand it, how that woman
is always in the right.

I have no business at the auction,
I've lost my home now.

All because of you.

Where are you jumping to,
you blind fool?

I'll jump where I want to.
Maybe straight to the parish hall.

I'll buy your farm myself.

You weasel,

I would have
almost given you my child.

You see, Peeter, it's going to be
like in our written deal.

I gave you money

and you promised
your daughter's hand in marriage.

Go now!

Tell Maie to get herself ready!

God damn it!

Ah, Peeter!

You're already back from the city?

The trade was good.
Any grain left over?

There's a little bit left.
- A little bit.

You must have thought about
Maie and Enn's wedding

and not sold all of it
for a lot money at the market.

You know... I was thinking,
that I'm not quite that harsh,

if our Maie
doesn't want to marry Enn...

I won't make her do it.

I'm still a father too.

We don't have the time

to discuss
our children's happiness here.

Your pockets must be full of money.
We need to go to the auction.

You have to
get going now, hurry, hurry.

Why are you nagging. I'll go.
- Forgive me.

I'm such a dumb woman.

The parson also says,

that a woman
needs to listen to her man.

Look, God has given you
such a smart head

and if you say
that Enn is good as a son-in-law,

then that's how it is.
Your word is final.

Have you gotten sick?

Do you have a fever?
Do you need to be cupped?

What? No.

Maie!

Come tell your father everything,

just like we talked about
amongst ourselves.

Maie, do you want to marry Enn now?

Dear father,
I have always heard in school,

that one must obey their father
and I want to marry the man,

that my smart father finds for me.

You leave the house for a moment,
and all the women go crazy.

You have to get going now.

I won't take orders from you.

Shut up!

Now I'm going.

Oh, you're my only remaining friend.

That's right, uncle Peeter.

That I am.

Stop interrupting me, when I'm having
a good conversation with my horse.

What are you looking for here?

Can't I walk around my own yard?

Did you buy my farm at the auction?
- Perhaps I did.

Perhaps I'll get you
evicted from here.

You know, Peeter, you're so dumb.
I understood from the start,

what those dots meant
and I kept wondering,

how easily you believed everything.

You spawn of Satan...
- Well, well, uncle Peeter,

show some respect.
Maybe I'll show mercy

and allow you
and the hag to move into the sauna.

You're still my wife's relatives.

As long as
you can pay rent of course.

You know, Enn...

Cursed be the day
when I met you, you bastard!

Would you look at that!

The son-in-law is here already

and fighting with the father-in-law.

What's wrong with you men?

Pockets full of money
and a wedding to look forward to.

Enn, come on inside. Maie is waiting.

A glass!
- Enn, darling, right away.

Well, Maie!

Read everything
just as it is written.

Mother, I can't!
- Maie, hurry!

Make yourself pretty for your fiancé!

Well then, son-in-law.

Peeter killed a rooster,

so we can get some soup
for this big day.

Enn, go on, eat now!

Maie!

Help me, Märt!
- Help me, Märt!

What's going on?
- My farm, my only dearest child,

my barley, my grain.
- My Märt.

Anne is having these fevers.

I don't know anything
about Mrs. Anne,

but you don't have to
worry about the farm.

I bought Aluste farm or myself today.
But I don't want to

drive anyone out of here,
you can stay here as you were before.

So you bought the farm then?

Do you hear that, woman?

It's all because of my wisdom!
- You can shove your wisdom up yours.

You think I don't know...
- I'm sorry!

what you were doing in Tartu?
- I'm sorry!

Woman, forgive me!

At least I can see now,
that your health is still good.

Get away from there!

Oh, blessed be!

All the Mulks
and the Lord himself too!

Anne, Peeter.

Tell me Maie, with your pure heart,
will you marry me

and come live with me
in this here farm?

What should I say now?

What is written in the stars.

I would come to claim you...

Claim you over sea and land!

The longings of my soul

should be repaid by finding you!

It's a little early to celebrate.

Look, I have a written deal here.

That uncle Peeter has signed himself.

Me, the renter of Aluste...

125 rubles...
promise him my daughter's hand.

It's written here in black and white!

You will give me Maie
or you will repay your debt.

Look Peeter, if I take this note
to the parish hall,

they will send you to prison.

Old man, what have you done now?

You've sold out your daughter
and thrown away the money!

After buying the house
I don't have that kind of money.

This here is the Aluste farm.

Greetings!

Is miss Jannsen
spending her summer here?

That's Lydia. Lydia!
- Lydia!

Maie, go check inside now!

Lydia!

Who is the master here?

Well, I am...
- Oh, right, yes...

The Tartu barracks has commission me
to procure 100 bushels of barley.

I can offer a good price as well.
Three rubles per bushel.

Is that for unmilled barley?
- No.

It has to be milled and ready.

Into flour, yeah?

Into groats.
- Groats?

Groats, really?
- That's right, groats.

A hundred bushels of groats?
- That's right.

Master here will accept your offer.
The groats are in bags

and in the cart and you can be sure,

that by tomorrow
it's in the Tartu barracks barns.

You hearing this, woman?

One more thing.
- Yes?

Would it be possible
to get 125 rubles in advance?

Please, we could really use it now.

The bastard here wants money.

I will agree to that.

Suit yourselves, I'm leaving now.

Every farm here
wants a son-in-law like me.

Even the monster
from next door - Liisu.

Get lost!
- Halt!

Two days ago, I had the privilege

to administer
some first aid to this man,

because he had decided
to amputate his own thumbs.

That's intentional self-mutilation,

to cheat his way
out of military service.

You! Peasant Erastu Enn!

I'm arresting you on the spot,

and taking you to the court
for your well deserved punishment

and the wages of your deceit!

So be it!

God's grace is infinitely great

when He allows two hearts to join,

so that they begin to beat in unison.

Aluste Märt,

is your heart pure

and do you say
in the presence of everyone,

that you enter with this young woman

into a union

and devoutly and by the law of God

fulfill your marital duties?

I do.

Aluste Maie,

do you promise
to be true to your husband

and a good partner in all things

forever and always to obey his word?

I do.

May this union be sealed

in the name of the father,
son and holy ghost.

Amen.

Aluste Märt, you may kiss the bride.

Miss Jannsen!

Mr. Michelson!

What kind of joke
are you playing here?

I admire,
that the miss considers it a joke,

that even a military doctor

is able to have romantic feelings
from time to time.