All language subtitles for (1951) Sommarlek

SUMMER GAMES

THEATRE ROYAL DE L'OPERA

Noon, dress rehearsal
of the ''Lac des Cygnes''

There is a
package for miss Marie.

I'll see that she gets it.

I can bring her.

Your name please ?

Nystr�m, journalist.

Just a moment, please.

- which newspaper ?
- The "all year long".

Never heard of it.
What was it for?

It's none of your concern, she's waiting for me.

Today is no visiting day.

Dress rehearsal.

That's enough.

Damn hack... the''All year long''...

There's a funny smell.

I don't smell anything.

You have no sense of smell, buddy.

A package for Miss Marie.

You'll have to call again later.

But there's definitely a funny smell today.

I know.

I don't need to be told
what's happening in here.

I've been working here
for 40 years.

A package for you.

Thanks.

Come on, out now
we are going to dress up.

You mean you too ? I'd rather leave then !

Good God...

Where is Marie ?

Ask Karlsson.

I can't stand dancers.

- Can we begin ?
- But where is Marie ?

Marie is wierd...

Then, are we ready or not ?

We are.

There's something in the air,

I just told the old lady.

Tonight,
i had a strange dream.

You'll see, something is going
to happen.

What's the matter ?

I'll go and have a look.

- What's this?
- A shortcut.

Damn !

Damn indeed, what rotten luck!

- Will it take long ?
- I have no idea.

I knew something was wrong.

- Will you have something to drink?
- No, thank you.

- No ?
- All right, i'll have a coffee then.

Making us wear new ballet shoes,
what a shame !

I have blisters already.

What's the matter?

Are you upset?

Shall I sing you something?

Automn makes you sad ?

Or is it because the little ones
already call us "madam" ?

Have you got a heartache?

Seeing us like this,
people would think we have reached the age of 45,

But our bodies look 17...

And we are actually 28 years old.

have you ever been aching all over,
after a dream ?

In a crying mood
wanting to find back what you dreamed of ?

...leave everything ?

No one ever inspired me such dreams.

In the morning, you wake up
with plenty of images in your mind,

feeling all unhappy.

- Beg your pardon ?
- Nothing.

We have some style,

but work sure wears out.

Our feets,
and even our very immortal souls.

Newspaper

What's wrong, Marie ?

So many people die...

Miss Marie, is there something wrong ?

You'll see, will end up practicing tonight.

We can never make love
at suitable times.

Over for today.
Something's definitely wrong.

I'am sorry, Marie,
We'll have to go on tonight.

Great.

I know, something's wrong.

Always in my way !

But I don't want to disturb anyone here.

i stand still.

He's mad !

She still looks good.

Yes I agree.

Her legs are a little too fat.

All ballerina have strong legs,

It's the muscles.

May I speak to M. Nystr�m ?

Strange that she never married.

No more ragtime...

No wonder,
She manages to scare all of her admirers.

- Hello.
- Marie ?

A journalist, M. Nystr�m,
came to see you.

He seemed in a hurry.

- What did you tell him?
- I threw him out.

But I have been trying to get in touch with him !

You're the one that should be thrown out.

That wasn't very nice of her.

She's tough.

No wonder,
I'm sure there is something between those two.

Do you enjoy scaring people?

- Were you lost in your thoughts ?
- I'm tired.

Since you won't let me
sleep at night.

You're getting older.

That's not funny.

Tonight, we'll go to bed early.

No, tonight, I have a rehearsal.

Damn, I took my day off !

you'll find some other girl.

Are you mad at me ?

Always your theatre.

Let's go home now.

- I can't.
- why ?

I've got some work to do.

Forget it, newspaper are already
filled with crap.

Forget about your rehearsal then !

You see.

You and your newspaper !

You see !

Haven't you got anything more to say ?

No, appart from the fact that I love you,
regardless of all this.

How generous of you.

You're getting on my nerves.

For no reasons.

I don't like touchy women.

I'm in a bad mood.

hurry up, sweety, we're getting on board !

you almost missed your sheep,
minister!

Beg your pardon ?

I said you almost missed your sheep,
minister!

- What?
- Do you want something to drink ?

Marie, don't you recognize me ?

Yes, I do.

It's been a long time.

Since my first communion.

No, we have seen each other since.

Well minister !
The brandy is getting cold.

Thirteen years ago, I think.

It was the dress rehearsal of the ballet.

A day filled with joy...

and deception...

many broken hopes, tension,
hysteria.

A day like no other.

We played too slowly.

I don't think so.

I was no good.

Yes, but still...you do have some talent.

I'm going home, to cry.

You do that.

Was I any good ?

Wonderfull.

He, you there !

- I must meet someone now.
- Who ?

- I don't know.
- Come on !

I appreciate the fact that you like ballets,
but you must go away.

It is cold.

For the legs especially,
wearing only silk stockings.

Especially when your're a dancer.

How do you know that ?

I saw you.

When ?

A few times,
during the dress rehearsal.

If I could actually say what's on my mind...

Yes?

You'll laught at me.

Well, we'll see.

I would say that...

You are the most beautifull person
i have ever seen.

Do you spent your summers here ?

Yes, in Kallegarden.

We have a house, the white one.

Is it yours ?

You've seen it ?

Of course. The manor.

My dog and I,
when we were younger,

during automn, we'd go there to pinch apples.

Well, we shall meet again,

at least when you come to get your apples.

Again, Hello.

Is the water cold ?

Yes but the air is hot.

Any fishes ?

No, they are still asleep.

Are you going to go swimming ?

No, the water is too cold.

Only in the beginning.

Maybe we could use our firstnames now ?

So it seems.

It is much more easy that way.

You're staying... you're actually staying here ?

here.

- at Kalleholmen.
- Oh yes, that's right.

- You're not ungry ?
- Why?

Do you like wild strawberries ?

I've got a spot for them.

Shall we go ?

Here it is.

- Does anyone else knows about this place?
- Yes, you.

- No one else?
- No one.

Take it.

- What's the name of that bird?
- I have no idea.

I call it
"the summer holidays bird".

During summer times, there is always one
coming in front of the house.

It wakes me up every morning.

Do you live with your parents ?

They are divorced,
i've never seen my mother.

My father lives with someone else.

he sends me money to get rid of me.

I wish I could afford to send it back to him
so i'll never have to see him again.

Where do you live ?

At some aunt place...

she's got a bit of a moustache.

Do you like kitten without eyes too?

And what about babies ?

People...

that other find ugly ?

And mouses ?

And poodle ?

I don't complain.

If only people could take me seriously.

Is it really that hard ?

Yes, because no one takes care of me.

no one, exept my dog.

Really?

Only my dog.

And what about me,
Am I nothing to you ?

Do you care about me ?

If I didn't I would't have shown you my strawberry spot .

It makes me wonder.

i'll never die.
I'll become a very old women.

i'll never die.

But I am scared...
scared that I, Henrik,

may vanish someday,
in the darkness, in the unknown.

Why do you say that ?

I don't know, but I feel it strongly.

Most interesting, anyway.

What about those strawberries ?

Yes of course.

I think we'll become friends.

I think so too.

uncle Erland paid us a visit.

He gave me a bracelet.

He was very kind,

very found of me.

Aunt Elizabeth was drinking too much.

She was very bitter
she talked about mum.

But nobody was listening to her.

I enjoy coffee.

At my age,
it is not pleasant to be called ''uncle''.

By such a young and beautifull lady.

you think I am young and beautifull.

I think you look like your mother a lot.

You used to give her presents too.

Yes, and she liked them.
She took them as a tribute to her art.

Did you love her ?

She was a first rate artist.

And this bracelet,
Is it a tribute to my talent?

If you were not the daughter of an old friend,

i would talk to you in a very different manner.

Go and, do so.

No, I don't dare.

Just imagine I am somebody else.
Mum, for instance.

What if we where running away together ?

Run away ?

Run away... very far,
and enjoy the essence of life.

the essence of life?

Enjoy every single moment of existence.

But that's what I am doing.

You think so, you poor child.

Happy shall be the one who teaches you that.

life is so...

But, uncle Erland,
dansing is...

If you stop calling me''uncle'',
i myself won't call you...

''my little one''.

There is a time to dance.

You must have a boyfriend,
a danser maybe, young, beardless ?

With whom do you dream,
do you fight,

and plan to spend your life ?

No, at the ballet, we have neither the time
or the desire to do so.

Do people unsually tell the truth...
at the ballet?

Don't be too sure of that.

I'am not sure at all, concerning you.

One day, you'll marry me.

May I hope so ?

You speak like a book.
Obviously,

you'll have me sooner or later.

Damn, I must leave.

Why? It was so nice.

I've got things to do.

May I go with you ?

No, uncle Erland,
It's not possible.

She's running too fast,
you won't catch up with her.

Upset ?

No.

Why is your master upset?

i'am not.

If you say so,
then you're not.

But we both know that you are.

Come on !

Is it because I am late?

No.

So, your master is upset for some mysterious reason.

That uncle Erland,
he's in love with you?

That old man ?

Not that old. He is in love with you.
Even a fool could see that.

What about you?

Well, am I an idiot to you now?

It's up to him to love me or not.

He was at the performance .

Is it bad? Are you jealous?

Are you jealous?

Is it sad ?

You had it!

You got what you deserved.

After that,
it has been a stifling summer day,

an incandescent burning sun,

silence was oppressive,

under a starless sky...

and the silence between us was opressive too...

The rocks are still burning.

It is a strange evening.
Don't you think so ?

It's beautifull.
We are like in the same bubble.

So beautifull we'd like to burst.

vanish...in the nothinglness...

It would be fun to kiss one another...

Since everyone does so.

No one ever kissed me,

Exept the ballet master.

What about uncle Erland?

This one, oh ! No way !

Have You ever kissed a girl before ?

Everything is so hard.
So complicated.

Marie...

I like you, I love you...
well... you know...

You'll think I am silly.
You'll take me for a fool.

Childish.

- What do you feel inside ?
- What ?

you've just told me you loved me.

It's in my chest.
It feels tight in my stomach too.

My toes want to step on one another.

But it is in my chest mainly.

And in your heart?

I don't know,
what do you feel ?

Me? I am not in love with you.

Oh really ! Is it true!

It's the skin mainly.

Touch it.

On my shoulders,

my harms and hands.

Everywhere actually...
It makes me shiver.

Oncle Erland is a bit drunk,
don't pay attention to him.

Ah, there you are!

There is some milk and bread in the kitchen,
if you are hungry.

Sure,
in a canoe, under the moonlight...

Don't mind him, he's a bit tipsy.

Your mother, Marie...

used to dance for me,
at night like these.

Everything was calm
and the moon lighted up the room.

We were alone...

Excuse me. I took the liberty to say "alone".
I meant with your father

Sorry, my dear Elizabeth.

She used to seat there...

and I was playing...

while watching her face...

and I wondered
if it was real or not...

If that setting, this piano,
this wooden floor really existed.

The moon light, the music...

Was it the only real thing ?
the only tangible thing.

Now, all the clocks in the house are stopped.

All the flowers at the windows faded.

But at that time,
they were still growing.

It was red pelagornium.

You could hear the clock ticking...

And outside,
the seagulls were yelling.

Go away, my little ones,
i'll keep him company.

The siren of a ship far away...

This and many other things...

the music and the moonlight...

Silence and tension...

the sound of blood rushing into your ears...

All of this made
a very peculiar atmosphere...

almost a tune...

a new room that was oppening in your unconscious.

I used to work in here in summer times.

make yourself at home.

The sun come in that way.

Two magpies are chating.

I like them.

And then comes
your''summer times bird''.

You speak like a museum attendant.

Maybe we could kiss ?

Don't you think so ?

Yes, of course.

- I locked the door.
- Who's there ?

It's uncle Erland.

Well, I am going to bed now,
for christ sake !

Stop it. Otherwise
You'll regret it tomorrow.

Poor Aunt Elisabeth.

Now that you have a mistress.

What do you feel inside ?

Is it fascinating?

Will you tell your friends about it ?

I am not sure about anything...
Except that I am going to marry her.

Why didn't you say so earlier?

Could'nt you tell me before?

I would never have guessed.

To tell the truth,
I was scared.

And now you're not anymore ?

No, What about you ?

I don't fear anything.

But I am scared.

Let's not speak about that now.

I am hungry, you know.

There is food in the kitchen.

And then, we'll go swimming.

Days like pearls,
shiny ones,

mounted on golden strings...

full of games and caresses.

Nights made of awake dreams...

Where there is no time to sleep.

- Now that's a surprise...
- Yes.

I was thinking about you.
five minutes ago.

I stopped thinking ten years ago.

Bring me a coffee.

It is not the one you like.

I never liked it anyway.

But I am not that fussy about coffee anymore.

No sugar, as usual ?

No, two pieces please.

But you never took sugar.

You must take me for some other girl.

I'am not getting any younger.

- What do you hunt?
- Capercailies.

I've always admired your ability to do nothing.

What about you ?

I persuaded myself to come, and there I am.

Did you get the small package ?

the small package...

OH ! You are the one who sent me henry's diary !

Where did you find it?

Why did you sent it to me ?

Why now?

So much questions!

I got it back from the hospital.

So that it doesn't end between strangers hands.

Would you have prefered to have it straigh after?

Was it really opportune ?

You don't say anything?

I was happy to see you.

I'am leaving. I don't want to miss the boat,
nor spending the night with you.

spending the night with you ...

- Do I scare you ?
- A lot, if you really want to know.

Should I have given to you that diary traigh away?

I am looking at your hands.

They are beautifull and ugly at the same time.

I would't be able to say why.

I think about Henrik's hands.

How did I let you touch me ?

Do I disgust you.

Yes.

Other men too?

Yes, but now, I do know why.

I'll go with you.

No, thanks, i'll go on my own.

Will you be long ?

Till I am finished.

You are expected in two hours.

Time to go already ?

It's quarter past three.

As you see, I am working.

You're pulling my leg.

I have my work to do.

You always make me wait.

I have work to do.

Thank you !

Now I am done.

Don't rush for me.

Forgive me, but this work is important to me.

What about me ?

You are too.

Tell me which one is most important for you.

I don't know.

- Tell me, which one is more important ?
- I don't know.

You see, you're making fun of me.

You are an egoist.

It is our first argument.

- It's not my fault.
- Is it mine ?

So be it...

We can't be together any longer.
Why don't you say so.

You are misunderstanding me.

I am a burden to you !

I am nervous.
I worked very little this summer.

School begins so early.

We have been together all summer long.

Forgive me for beeing nasty.

Am I forgiven?

How grumpy !

I am almost on my knees,
and you're still mad at me!

I have neither the time or the desire
to cope with your moods.

Come back !
I didn't want to say that.

You're a fool !
Go to hell !

I remember, It was on a saturday,
I'd been looking for him all day long.

In the evening, I went to his place,
for the first time.

Excuse-me,
Is Henrik home ?

Hardly during day time, nor at night.

He's in his room.

He walked back here and started
to trash the place.

Care for some porto ? - No, thank you.

Very well. As you wish.

Everyone is free to do as they pleased...
I'won't insist...

Can I go upstairs and see him ?

Don't indulge his every whim.

Are you hidding ?

Yes, so that I can hear what she say about me.

He eats my food,
and talk to me this way!

I guess it's not too hard on your money.

You are a lazy one, my son.

Thank god,
I am not your son !

No, you are your father's one alright,

And the both of you are waiting for me to die.

Henrik will inherit.

I sould have been dead some time ago.

As God intended...

I have cancer.

The minister said that the ones who want to stay alive

are to die,
But it's a lie.

To live is a reward, Madam.

It's still a lie.

I shall bury you all.

I must stress, Madam,
that my Knight...

is threatening your tower.

It doesn't keep me from feeling like a ghost.

God bless you.

Hay fever.

Care for a glass of porto ?

No, thank-you.

I am going to get you some blankets.

It's getting cold, for a corpse like me...
and for the one who officiate as well.

If you came here out of charity,
I admire you a lot.

Professional interest,
my boy.

It's rather like I was keeping compagny to death itself.

And it is highly interesting from a professional point of view.

Won't you dance ?

Now, do you see how I live,
me, the lazy one.

You poor child.

You don't need to feel sorry for me.

No, because you have me.

Really?

- I am yours.
- How many...

Let's go.

It's not funny in here tonight.

I am cold.

My pen, I have lost my pen !

Listen, Listen. This silence...

How silent suddenly !

Sounds like another planet.

Yes.

It's wierd.

Strange.

Hello, Miss Marie,
Do you recognize me ?

I have seen you somewhere before !

My arms are cold.

My chest and stomach are on fire,
as if I had a fever.

Let's have a look.

Don't tickle me!

What a splendid bust!

Would you be willing to share your bed tonight?

With whom ?

Do pretend to be a fool!

It all depends on what you offer in return.

I 'am a poor girl,
still a virgin.

In that case,
no way.

But if we are getting engaged,

I promise that I won't desappoint you.

You'll have to wait

Because that jeweller as closed his shop to take a walk around.

Didn't you know that a ring made of grass
was more that enough for that purpose?

this and 24 carats kisses?

Shouldn't we take a oath or something like that?

An oath? You bet we have too.

Swear that you'll never look at another women.

I swear it.

I you don't keep your word,
you'll go to hell then !

And your teeth, nose and fingers
will burn black and fall.

Yes, Yes.

And I, I swear to be faithfull
while I enjoy it.

Considering the fact that I always enjoy doing so,

I shall then be faithfull,
until the day of the last judgment.

- Or else, may you rot in hell !
- Uncle Erland will take me there.

That would be all what you would deserve.

Well, we are engaged after all.

Come inside and get undressed,
I am just going to...

Yes, me too.

I could eat you alive.

What would you eat first ?

the palms of your hands.

Well, why would you think it's the best part,
my little one?

A good friend of mine, who is a cannibal,
told me it was delicious.

It's dreadfull.
What is it?

I's an howl.

It's deadfull.

Does it scare you?

I don't know, I feel like crying all night.

It is like a pain in my soul.

Weird that one actually feels his soul in his stomac.

You had too much apples.

Hold me in your arms, very tight,
like if you wanted to hurt me.

My love, my dear love,
hold me tight.

Hold me tight.

We shall stay awake all night,

till dawn,
when the ghost of the night are fading away.

I'm shivering so much.

my heart is breaking .

Stop saying foolish things.

You always bite me.

Just you wait, i'll show you.

We can't stay here.

Hold me, I can't fell my legs anymore.

No way.

Have you lost your mind, considering your weight!

You are a bad lover.

Well, marry Superman then!

No, he never seems to take off his clothes.

Are you sad ?

Fall is already in the air.

Well, soon you'll go back to your work,
and I, to the university.

When do you think we will see each other again ?

We still have three days left.

No, no, I am not sad.

Let's hurry up,
We are expected for dinner.

And now, swimming time !

No, It's too cold.

I am going to show you a nice dive.

Can you lend me some money?

Otherwise, I am going to be in trouble.

Promise me you'll kill the dog.

It's not suitable to let him live now.

- I'll take care of it.
- poor thing.

Everybody lives...

rush into streets and offices...

And I, I am just here,
eating, drinking...

At the theatre, we dance

and back there, Henrik is decaying.

A few days ago,
we were laughing together.

I was holding him in my arms,
kissing his lips.

That's life.

Does it have a meaning ?

No, darling. After a while,
it has no more meaning.

There is no God.

And if there is one, I hate him.

And I shall hate him until i'am dead.

If he was in front of me,
I would spit at his face.

I'll hate him all my life.

I'll never forget.

I'll hate him forever.

You see, Marie,
You have to build a wall around you.

Protecting you from sorrow.

I'll help you achieve that.

I'll help you build that wall.

I'll teach you.

During winter, I have been working hard.

When spring came, Uncle Erland
took me for a long trip.

Then I forgot about Henrik.

In the end, not only was I protected,
but I was a prisonner too.

That way, I forgot Henrik.

My dear Henrik...

The journalist came back,

I tried to make him stay.

But he left.

I tried to make him stay,

But he wouldn't listen.

I don't understand a damn thing about women.

Me neither.

So much efforts into a ballet

they don't even show their legs.

These rehearsals are hard as hell.

And we are out of beer.

It still smells.
There is this funny smell...

It's a shame to make us wear those things.

Tomorrow, It's the dress rehearsal.

Go to bed.

Come and have a drink at my place.

No, I can't.

Well, you silly one, tomorrow at the same time,
you'll be happy.

Because everything will be over.

Over ?

I don't like the way you speak.

Me neither, but without him,
I wouldn't stop crying.

We are just painted dolls,
and someone is pulling our strings.

And if you cry,
you'll mess up the colors.

Let me cry for my lost youth.

Oh, that's you !

Such a face !

I'am doing my make up for
Coppelia's magicien.

You dance it on saturday, right?

Yes, my big success.

It's late.

At night, this empty theatre
feels strange.

Full of hunchbacked dwarves.

They've always been here.

The older the theater gets,
the more dwarves they are.

Do you have any matches?

Yes, probably.

Well yes... Marie.

You're making fun of me.

When I entered in the ballet room,
lightened by the sun,

I looked at you,
you were alone, working.

Slow and quiet.

You seemed like sketched in black lines.

Then I thought...

For twenty years, every day,
you have been working.

Every afternoon,
chaque soir...

You have height years ahead of you,
and then it'll be over.

And what about you?

Me, I am the inventive master.

The older I get,
the better I feel about myself.

But you, poor thing,
you'll only get your pension.

Even though,
you still can't get rid of that silly costume!

And you ?

Mine feels like it's been sewed on me.

You are anxious to get undressed,
but you are while wearing make up to.

You dare not to leave nor to stay.

For once in life, I see you clearly.

All the walls we've build around us are falling apart...

All that remain is a cold and shivering being.

For once.

It is not a very pleasant view.

At those times,
you don't dare to choose life or death.

What happened to you ?

Not to me, but to you, right now.

I can read in your eyes.

You want to be happy,
to do it all over again ?

Isn't that true?...

Useless dreams, Miss !

Dancing is your only reason to go on.

Keep it, or else...
Beware.

look in the mirror,
what a ridiculous face !

Mine is too, by the way.

Somebody is at the door, listening.

Why did you run away this afternoon ?

Oh ! what a dreadfull tie !

Well ! have a seat,
like everyone else.

Have you lost your tongue ?

You've met before:

Coppelius, the magicien...
and david.

The only person in the world who is kind to me.

- Am I disturbing anyone?
- Or maybe am I ?

- I can leave.
- Why so soon ?

You look weird.

I beat her a little.

As soon as he doesn't bite.

Jalous?

Of that guy?

Young man, I could make you disappear right now.

Old man, be aware that I can make your talent vanish anytime...

Your reputation.
Your social standing.

I am a journalist.

Mighty Master,
Order me...

Get lost !

I leave alright, but I'll take my time.

And I won't eavesdrop.
I am a well educated person.

Is it raining outside ?

How long has it been?

No, it stopped,
But it will rain again tomorrow.

But saturday,
he think the weather will be nice.

If you are in a nasty mood,
you'd better leave.

I am not jealous.

But I don't get anything about your work.

- that idiot...
- He has some great qualities.

But he makes you cry.

Have you never done so yourself?

It's different.

Why ?
He understands me, you don't.

Was there something between you two ?

How rude.

Well I am not an artist,
and your kissing habits are disgusting to me.

It shows that you don't get anything.

If you say that again, I'll knock you down.

That too, shows that you don't get a clue.

You wan't to get hurt ?

- I am so weary.
- You always say you are.

Well I am almost always weary.

Drop your job and find someone to marry you.

With Whom ?
Who would like to?

What do you think ?

Not you, you don't love me.

Stop it, will you.

Try to be nice, for once.

What for ?
You always pushing me back anyway.

I have been waiting for you all day long.

No, really?

Do you ever need me?

You always confide yourself in morons.

What do we know about each other ?

Please, listen to me.

I'm only a journalist.
What could I possibly offer you?

You are a celebrated star.

No, you don't understand.

You'll get dirty.

Where does it hurts?

Don't talk to me like a child,
I am older than you.

I have always liked mature women.

- You are stupid.
- But you do suffer.

I am very egoist.

But even I can understand that.

Your hands are nice.

Your fingers are stained,
you need to smoke filter-tipped cigarettes.

I never thought I meant something to you.

If only I could read in your hands.

No, I'll be disapointed.

Don't sacrifice yourself.

let's stop saying foolish things.

I'll call you tomorrow.

You are forgetting something,
that I am here, right now.

What shall become of us?

You want to break up with me?

Yes, I want to.

I don't believe you.

Yes, I want to.

Still one of your games ?

You're going to tell me that I need some rest,

that I am nervous,
because of that dress rehearsal.

Am I wrong, Darling?

Go now, Henrik.

Henrik? Who's that ?

Go. But I shall give you something to read.

Read that book for tomorrow.

And after that, we'll be able to speak freely,
for the first time.

That's a good idea, don't you think so ?

See you tomorrow.

But your hears are dirty,
My dear.

I'd like to cry for a all week.

and the one after.

To wash away these awfull years.

Strange, the tears are not coming.

Do I really want to cry ?

Well, I must be happy then.

I do feel... really happy.

The hat!

- What are you doing here ?
- I came to see a friend.

- who ?
- Miss Marie.

Out now. I appreciate the fact that you're interested in balleys,

But today, we have no time for this.