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He was crazy. Crazy he was.

That's him.

The deceased informed me in a dream, that he wants to get up out of the ground.

-By the way, how do you like the thread?

"The death of author Maiju Lassila 20 years after her death...

the publisher."

Thirteen. Dig.

Are you his widow?

-We lived in an emotional union.

Poor Algot.

Bring the coffin.

That's him. The deceased was such an individual.

Mirakkeli. My myrake.

Sleep, prince.

-We are now metre by metre, piece by piece...

moving the national writer Maiju, that is, Algot Lassila...

earthly remains up out of the mud...

down to the blessed earth. -What was he like as a person?

-He was a genius. Yes.

He was a very funny man. Although he turned his back on us.

I actually had the pleasure and honour to meet him only once.

That was 30 years ago, in 1908.

That's when they brought me his his first book Harhama.

He never brought himself his scripts.

Mr Avanto, Publishing Director.

Thank you for your letter.

I must refuse a one-to-one meeting.

You would like to abbreviations for my books.

You fear they will degrade your people taste. Your concern is sincere.

But I write for my own people, for the people.

The so-called great people should not read my works.

I hope you understand this correctly. This is a correct explanation.

My door is locked.

Respectfully Maiju Lassila, writing assistant.

You will not shorten a line.

Kalle!

Kalle! Kalle!

-No. Mrs Lassila?

-Without manure, man cannot prosper. -That's my problem too.

That's the sonta word that Lassila uses. in almost every sentence.

-It's money like shit. It will not increase without spreading.

-If you see the writer Lassila, would you ask her to come and see us?

Talking about thinning.

Rocks are growing here. Just rocks and worms, and no potatoes.

A whole life is about clearing stones. Honest work be damned.

-Perkele. I didn't know, I had a donkey on a harness.

That. That's the Keofus constellation. -Cool. What are you?

When my mother said, you're not one of us.

Why not bring the moon never strays from its orbit?

In the night space, where there is no road and no signpost.

Why we humans, with reason as our guide.

we get lost in our own our desires and lusts?

Are you one of us?

How can the moon...

a traveller in dark space always finds his true arc in infinity?

With no beach in sight, By which to steer their course.

Why it doesn't get lost and crushed into the twisting worlds of space?

Why we humans stumble ourselves and each other?

Like rolling stones.

God lives in heaven and drops stones on the undisciplined children.

-You are lying.

Gods and devils in storybooks. Churches as schools.

Church bells to cattle bells.

-God lends us growth. -Every step takes you upwards.

You have to succeed on your own. On your own.

And not to hang on to the non-existent gods of the skirts of the gods.

I'll put you in school, boy. Don't stay here.

Here man...

-God is punishing, Algot.

(The song of a weeping wolf.)

I leave the big nasty ones at YLE.

(Crying.)

(Singing a crying song.)

Would God punish me too?

Dad. Answer.

I, Maria Jaakontytär Lassila I will raise you up...

renki Oskari Matias, my own house from the ring of my house to the master of the house.

And my spouse before God and the law.

As well as my son Algot father and host.

And you, our son Algot, we send you to be the ring of the house of Tallus.

School, Mum.

School. School.

I dare. I will prove the gods non-existent.

I'm writing a book.

Its leaves turn into castles, fly around the world.

And returning wreaths in the nose.

Father, why were you poor?

God, kill me now, and I will see that you exist.

(Choir singing.)

Let us consecrate the servant of the Lord Algot To Magda, the servant of the Lord.

Father, Son and and the Holy Spirit...

now, forever and ever. Amen.

Let us consecrate Magda, a servant of the Lord To the servant of the Lord Algot.

(Choir singing.)

Did you notice: the Algot candle went out. -What?

-Algot dies before Magda.

Gold promised to open up the world to me.

It opened up for me the way to human hearts.

I bought friends with it, it defeated my enemies.

And that's why I put it together.

As I twisted my hands through the openings the hearts of people to me.

Gold brought new delicacies, asked -

is it true, you've never been able to eat this before.

It showed me the loveliest children in the most delicious beds...

and said: "These are all yours, if you worship me."

...and understand life. It's like the wizard of the armadillos.

All of this is just for show.

I think he's going to expand his activities.

I saw him on the stock exchange.

That gendarme chief is Russia's most hated man.

His death will not be a burden to anyone.

His own mother thanks us...

if we let him go from that bastard.

We are united by hate.

Anger... Hate unites us.

Hatred unites the Russian people.

What is love? Fragile, a powerless web of hate.

Who organised the Jewish massacre in Kishinev? Who?

Who burned the elderly into their homes? Who?

Who shamed Christian women? Him! And no one else.

Comrades!

Who likes the Finnish people in chains? Who is oppressing it? Who?

People... The people expect from us bloody revenge.

Bloody revenge for the oppressor and the bloodsucker.

Male activities. Maleficence! Fooling around...

Blood crimes, male infractions.

Maleficent! Maleficence! Blood feuds!

-I want to freedom for my people.

but my people are timid and indecisive.

We need to get ahead of the game, clear the way.

A terrible time, gentlemen.

I wear a bulletproof vest.

I use for my safety 18 000 roubles a year.

More than the emperor himself.

I am his bodyguard.

Young man, fate is cruel. How cruel fate is!

For you it has not brought medals of honour.

-Is not a pure heart more valuable... -Of course for you.

But for your wife?

Do well.

My beloved.

-We dreamed of having children.

-Today it is impossible. -Impossible?

You don't want to touch me. Get your hands off me!

My white suit.

A clean white suit, not a suit.

I've never had a wedding dress, white, clean...

-Not in this world can give birth to children.

-What? -Thousands in this city children are starving today.

-Thousands of children?

Is it my fault, that I'm not poor?

I want to work. Hands on. I can do laundry...

-I'll be the first. I'll throw. I dare.

-What are you talking about?-Rites are feats. I can be trusted. I...

-Algot!

The birds and the beard are ready.

The Minister of the Interior has been convicted to be assassinated tomorrow.

He is supposed to drive on the street, that goes over the canal bridge.

Gentlemen, freeze. I'll take a picture.

Hot pies, pies! Meat pies!

This whole street is divided into among the dedicated.

We don't want to, innocent people to be destroyed.

I'll be the first. I dare.

Hop on board! Good!

Friend! What's yours?

(Whistles from the whistle.)

I'm home now.

In the solitude of forests I can be safe from the world.

And especially from myself.

Here I can break down in peace and then pull myself together.

I am at home.

Since I left, ten years have passed.

All great, great and wide -

is a heady booze for me.

Even in nature I'm intoxicated the starry sky and the galaxies.

Now I have to go to infinity in smallness.

I have forgotten the lives of petty human scoundrels.

Official statement.

Hunger Swamp Primary School is looking for a male teacher.

Good officer, black cabbage.

The two of us always visit together where death is at work.

You do know that the villagers think this school is cursed?

Dispelling the fear of the devil only the power of prayer.

Welcome, teacher Lassila.

We are in the rectory for many weeks waiting with hot coffee.

This room now has the entire civilization of our village.

Hoax.

Country.

Harhama.

Me.

Harhama.

He...

...was his mother...

...from the chest up...

...the perfect spirit of rebellion.

(Humming.)

In the event of an accident rose always a black cloud of defiance.

At the age of 12, he was designing a piece, to take a stand against God.

Bonjour monsieur le professor. May I invite you to tea.

-Thank you, but...

If you feel the need, wash your hands.

Polish crystal.

You probably noticed that I have some sort of career.

-Yes. It shows right away. -But what?

-You must be very well known.

-I am, of course, an artist. But what kind of artist?

-From hairpiece...

The painter. Or a little moment...

-Am I that beastly, that you do not know me?

I am, of course, an actor. -Right. I'm sorry.

I've spent the last few years abroad. -Well, that hurts. I was in Paris.

I performed modern plastic surgery degree. Plastique modern.

This will be of interest to you too.

You see... According to modern doctrine must be pronounced like this.

(In a low voice:) Look, oh days of pain.

Oh my child Julia.

My only life.

Wake up, wake up. Or I'll die with you.

Help! Help! Cry for help.

I didn't die. Dead is.

Oh, the day of mourning. Did you notice?

The sound comes from the bottom of your stomach, creative energy is released.

Hold on to this, and you will know.

(In a low voice:) Oh my child Julia. My only life.

Did you notice, the tremolo in the peritoneum?

My teacher in Paris admitted, that I am a talent.

The others were stammering for weeks on end, but I learned my lesson...

See, then visit.

This is all philosophy.

I'm not moving. God moves me.

My hands, my head.

In my previous life I was a woodcock.

I'm not boring you, am I? -On the contrary.

-God has kindled a flame in me. -But...

Your candle announces that it's time to to thank you for your kindness.

-By the way, Mr Lassila, may I can I borrow some books from you? -Fire away!

-No, go on, go to the water and get some water! And get the kids out of there.

I'm safe from it. Well, away from it. Now go get that water!

-Rouva Esempio...

You are very beautiful.

We now have to move in with you.

On the basket of religious doubt had sprouted a new branch:

social doubt.

The socialist doctrine of the nobility of labour flashed to him like a sea breeze.

(Knocking.)

Here's my male grandfather, Count Esempio. The father of my son.

Enough with the lobbing.

Still, still, still. More. There you go.

A frosty breeze passed over the land. The sky was red with the bile of the day.

On that day, Harhama had joined a revolutionary organisation.

Brothers.

Brothers. To God you build you are building palaces of millions.

That's why you live with the disease itself and...

(Unstable ringing.)

That's why you live in in the caves of disease and darkness.

I will raise him a cultural man.

And then the fifth position.

Un-deux, un-deux, un-deux...

Remember the ankle. Un-deux, un-deux, un-deux...

And then...

Un-deux, un-deux, un-deux... -Un, deux.

Un-deux...

A frosty breeze passed over the land. The sky was red with the bile of the day.

You... -Here you are.

You are looking very tired.

"Two roads opened before him, the way of peace and the path of violence."

"The road to peace is long, your life is short."

"You probably noticed that I have some kind of career."

You probably noticed that I have some sort of career...

"A strange woman was dressed in a suit, which, judging by its size, was...

from her girlhood of yore adult."

"Too tight due to obesity the sleeves and back of a blouse that has become too baggy...

seemed to be cracked."

"With their seismic shapes. from the tension of the body."

"The whole first sight was a distraction a pathetic impression."

I'm going away for a few days Vaasa for a day. Take care of the parrot.

Mrs Esempio.

I am related to the deer. -I am related to a packhorse.

You just come and go and don't I left a message.

-Yes, that's right. You messed up my papers.

And you announced you were staying for two two days. That was weeks ago.

-Four days.

By the way, what do you all write about all day? Don't you know how to put a full stop?

-I will write my whole life into this.

-Me too? Let me read it.

I know well world literature.

-This is world literature. What is it now?

-It's a cockroach.

I missed you.

-Other.

But you leave.

-A little girl. You are a little girl.

That's me. I was a fishmonger in St Petersburg.

It's my life.

-Are you this Harhama?

What an interesting outfit. I'll take this one.

The brain of Harhama did an hour's work in a second.

He decided to jump in front of the horses and die himself.

Now the carriages are approaching. Harhama grabbed the bomb in cold blood.

Now there was a heady roar.

Harhama thought that he was falling apart.

He thought the bomb had mutilated him and wondered why it didn't touch.

And why am I like a living thing? I have sore hands.

I never want to see human blood.

What letter is this?-A.

E. A. J.

O.

-No, what letter is this? -I won't say.

-Sano, sano. -Or kill, I say not.

Even if the bull is bullish enough to intestines flying, I'll not say.

(He is reading gibberish.)

(Knock.)

Can I talk to you for a moment?

People are talking, that you like one.

You live together.

And they talk more. It's upsetting.

-We do not account for our lives to any human life.

Nobody owns a rainbow.

No one believes, that it belongs to the rich.

And yet you believe, that the land belongs to one.

Admire the rainbow. Cultivate the land as your own.

Suck the tar from the trees. They are created for everyone.

Like air and sunlight.

I have heard that here somewhere on this canvas lives a bear.

-Karhu? -I've seen that nest.

-How many puppies does it have? -550. Yeah, yeah.

How much do you think it will be?

-And about 40 should leave.

-We have something bad to tell you, Mr. Lassila.

It's about the wife man, who lives with you.

Such habits have not yet spread here.

Don't get me wrong, but you are a teacher.

You have to live for example. -My example can be followed.

I don't skin people. I do not preach one thing and do another.

-Understand me, Mr Lassila. I mean no harm.

But why do you want to bring to put me in a difficult position...

when you can from your place to leave?

Human polo. You child of the soil.

Why are you crying? Why are you grieving.

What have you broken? Against the laws of nature.

Yes, you could stay, but that lady must go.

-He is the only person I have accepted for my own sake.

(Cries out in pain.)

Item. Wait a minute. It's about to drop.

Difficult it is the human act.

Yes, soon. It's already in the pelvis.

A girl came. A girl.

(Baby crying.)

My book is ready.

It's about 18 years of pain and terrible battles.

The world's greatest poetry treasure.

Here's a drink for you. It's on by a gentleman the colour of your liqueur.

-This green is the colour of his shirt.

If the lady wants to get acquainted, the lady raises her left hand.

If the lady wants to stay, she pays the rent.

-He consumed me.

Leaving as if an old wreath on the grave.

A short cut, please go get a cigarette.

-Se Lassila is a megalomaniac.

A person who wants to do to make everyone happy is selfish.

Self-centred.

I don't demand anything from you.

Let everyone implement their own destiny.

-I'm a bad mother. A bad wife.

A bad hostess. Miserable. A wretched woman.

Why I was not allowed to become a good actor?

I am not a breeding animal.

(Music from the radio.)

(Serene.)

About.

Let's put it there again.

Let's see now.

-Your Imperial Highness, Ladies and Gentlemen.

the time has come to wish Merry Christmas. - Merry Christmas.

-Ladies and gentlemen, we want to to present to you a Christmas picture.

Good evening, good evening -

for each actuator itself

For both masters and mistresses

For everyone as in the house there is...

King Herod is me. -You are one styranki.

-I'm not a stylist.

But I am King Herod.

Why are you so black?

-(Singing:) If I'm black...

I am known by all

If I'm black.

I am known by all

If I'm black.

I am missed by the good

One Lord and King -

from the land of the crumbling anein

One Lord and King -

from the land of the crumbling anein

Mum.

-You must fall before me on your knees and pray to me.

-Now I have been to Bethlehem, the city of David.

Killed and thrown into the stream.

-I reward you with gold and silver...

and I'll give bloody proof of it with the point of my sword.

In that way and out that way.

Algot... Already, Algot?

-Happy Christmas. Come in, please.

-I must not be left alone. See, how pale you have made me.

-Was I a doctor? -What good is being mean to you?

-You blame me for the death of a child.

You must not leave me. The body is an actor's tool.

Breastfeeding ruins your breasts. -Breasts are for the baby.

-Algot, I'm not that young anymore.

-Who?

Let's go down to dinner.

Who?

Bitch! You're a whore!

-a nasty little bookworm. You men breed women into animals.

Meat is what you're looking for in me.

-Holy whore!

Empty and nothing but empty!

Suck it!

-Algot? You're skinning me.

-You are a small child.

In fact, you are a little girl. A little insecure girl.

Who cannot help his weakness. I like you.

My little ballerina.

The gods move you.

-Was I not, when I fainted. in a plastic position?

-A sack of potatoes, always a sack of potatoes.

A great dancer.

You do not have a shred of plasticity.

A horny, mule-eyed bovine.

(Shouts.)

-Torakka.

Appeared from an unknown from the author, Irmari Rantama -

a debut work called Harhama. The book has over a thousand pages.

Eino Leino likes the work a confused hoax.

There is no other major is the size.

Appeared from an unknown by the author, Maiju Lassila -

Folk comedy Borrowing matches.

The work is masterly, the style is intact, the author is a natural genius.

The woman behind the name is still unknown.

The publisher has received 12 new manuscripts.

This is where I live, in Helsinki.

A world of the rich in isolation.

Only the poorest neighbourhoods meeting the inhabitants of the poorest.

We demand work. We demand bread.

We insist on padded gout pads stems. We demand work.

We insist on padded gout pants stems. We demand work.

This summer -17 has lifted the soil the seedlings of a smouldering rebellion.

They grow mother Russian on all levels on the outskirts of Russia, as well as here in Finland.

No? Tell me, are you hungry?

No? Come on, tell me. -Satan's bitch. You're hiding bread.

For yourself and your son.

-Bless you, Kalle. Did you steal that bread?

Tell me now. Did you steal it?

Kalle! You don't steal, Teddy! -Leave the boy alone.

I gave it as a reward. -This is none of your business.

Mr. Cock. You write the funny stories.

About how stupid and argumentative people are. There are people who laugh at that.

And leave Kalle alone.

I write my works exclusively to get bread.

The door to my room has been firmly locked for years.

Listening in solitude we do not mishear.

Like the world's noises of the world.

When night comes, the hyenas leave their caves.

When the darkness comes, the masks are thrown off the face.

You know what it means, when despair takes over a nation?

Who is not himself in life hard must now be silent.

"Editor of the Workman magazine."

"I would be grateful if the delivery to make room in the paper for the next one."

"In the bourgeois press. I couldn't get it published."

"Respectfully, Imam Rantamala."

-You don't shorten a line either. -You tell him you'll come by.

-It's more like a squeeze fuck off.

Can we eat here? There's five of us. Go ahead.

Quickly.

Go! Next.

The Tsar is imprisoned. There is a revolution in Russia.

-Guys, in Russia it has been done a revolution!

The revolution has happened!

The revolution has happened in Russia! At home!

-To your seats!

-Get the hell out of there!

-What are you doing?

(Shot.)

Oh, you. -He's not a woman.

-Maiju Lassilako? -Maiju Lassila.

His real name is Algot.

And his gender I am sure.

I came to warn you.

- "When life has no rights ground, all noble things fall into the dirt."

"When the goal is exploitation, one cries out to the night for help."

Rantamala... -Same man.

-Harhama? -He wrote in revenge for me.

I knew him to some extent, but then he was a gentleman.

I came to warn you. The man is a revolutionary.

-I have never had the honour of meeting him.

-Where he is.

He is a terrorist.

He did all sorts of things in St Petersburg.

The man is life-threatening.

-This is a great shame to our company.

-Without your rewards he would have he would have starved to death long ago.

-I swear that we have paid such small fees...

that we are not to blame for keeping him alive.

The more he has written, the less we have paid.

In that respect, our our conscience is clear.

-Action finally begins. We have disarmed the Russians.

Tonight at night 27.1.1918 -

Finnish Workers' Committee declares a revolution.

Volunteers are taken to the Red Guard in unlimited numbers.

Nurmi Pertti. -Paasonen Olli.

-Don't go, boys, don't go.

Which is not labour itself, is separate from it.

Posture. Weapons on shoulder, hep.

Let's turn to face the horse.

Let's take the gun, bring the gun to the aiming position.

Throughout the land belonged to the working class the firm and merciless command of the exploiters.

"Your knee." What a commandment of doom and destruction.

What accidents and pains word. All reconciliation was buried.

The working class had to give an answer and it could give no other answer...

than a single answer: "Guns."

For no other answer could be given if one wanted to live.

A group of slaves raised their bayonets on his shoulder. That was all it could do.

Forward. Forward without rest and without peace.

Day and night. Forward.

The blood speaks, the heart commands and it commands only one.

"Forward."

Even if the rocks collapse, the great cause of the poorer classes will not fall.

It is the life the last and greatest word of life.

That is the goal of history, it is the content of life and justice.

It is the highest aspiration of human life.

So it's OK even then, when the stars seem to have gone out...

and darkness has risen on the sky.

The night has just risen to watch the passing of a vanishing era of oppression.

That darkness is lightening. The night is creaking.

More and more densely rows ahead.

The world's poorest people is looking here.

"For foreign citizens!"

"Power in Finland now belongs to to the working class."

Finland has concluded an agreement with Russia to withdraw its armed forces.

Take. Russian books. Very interesting.

-Lihaa! Meat!

-I'll take that piece. -Bless you, don't buy it.

You never know, even if you are made from the buttocks of the dead.

-Stop.

How to know if a person is dying starving to death? - Your arms go limp.

And the rectum stops working. Your feet get puffy.

Then the members lose feeling.

Kalle. Make sure you get up every morning. With your mother.

I don't know. The world is dominated by gold and silver determine a lot.

Fortunately, not everything.

Winning in the big moments after all the bosom of the best vote in the majority.

Otherwise it can not be, because then the human race would be doomed to destruction.

In all wars of liberation is the best of humanity...

volunteered on the side of the slaves.

(Shouts.)

(The song of a weeping wolf.)

(Crying:) There they lie now!

I told you not to not to join the Red Guard.

Now agitate them back to life! -Shut up.

-No, agitate! No, agitate!

Of course, the one who, at this moment. writes and speaks...

should have a sinkhole-rich heart. I don't have one.

In moments like these, you feel, what poverty of heart means.

It's days like this that you realise what it feels like it feels when you're already in poverty.

Heart empty. Mind numb.

Words like beggars.

If my voice could carry me over my threshold, I would pray to you with tears in my eyes.

Suppress all cruelty and revenge in your hearts.

We are all responsible for it, for what a private citizen of ours does.

Mum, look.

-Let's put the gun down. Let's load.

Let's aim. And fired.

Let's put the gun on your shoulder. Let's face the laundry.

Let's take the gun off your shoulder. Let's load it. Take aim. Firing.

-Saatana!

-Mom...

Mum...

Mum...

Mum...

The Finnish People's Delegation is transferred from Helsinki to Vyborg.

Some of the bodies are unknown. If no relatives turn up...

they are buried anonymously.

Give me a gun. Give me a rifle. Give me the rifle. -Boy!

Listen carefully. You are the only one, who knows who Rantamala is.

Do you understand? This is a serious matter. Do you understand?

-If I am listening, can I have the rifle?

-All right.

We have decided that all leaders will be taken to safety.

We want Rantamala to escape together with the leaders.

You can come along. -It's a gun.

Don't bring it here!

Don't bring it here. Away with revenge. Private revenge won't help.

Let's make an exchange. You give me the rifle.

(Gibberish.)

It says that the Red leaders are leaving Helsinki.

Author Rantamala is told to to arrive at the station.

Here is the flag.

It disappeared.

-It doesn't come by force. Silently you can hear even the most distant sounds.

-Where do you sleep?

Bread!

Now the superiority has stepped forward.

Unnecessary slaughter will not improve anyone's lot.

Weapons must therefore be put down here in Helsinki.

A man, equally calm and resolute as they had been seized.

The blood of the worker must be saved for better times.

Do not contaminate your weapons with a single act of blood.

I know what it means to have having to speak with authority...

which has received only from loneliness.

The more deeply I feel my duty before that mandate.

And that is why I before my conscience, I urge:

Weapons down. When the moment is right.

Not a single worker to be slaughtered when it is not useful.

Stay true to the red to your ribbon but lay down your arms.

At the command of the Joint Command.

A man who has put down his gun shall not enter the grave.

But to start a new life. Away with revenge. No more bloodshed.

The rest of the way must be travelled with slow, peaceful work.

-I've heard the speeches.

-There is no arm the only power of man.

Not the biggest force. The greatest power lies in the heart.

And that is what we must now rely on.

(The rattle of breaking glass.)

Glassmakers are always needed. Agitators...

...from time to time.

Rantamala.

Why haven't you run away?

-You didn't run away.

Are you alone here?Yes.

-Start the engines. -Clear.

It's almost ten o'clock.

After a few moments these words will go out to you.

(Bomb explosions.)

The execution ward is ready. Download. Aim.

Shoot!

Count von der Gold is electrifying:

After a three-day battle Helsinki is conquered.

The son of a labourer, Wilhelm Pettersson. Wife of the labourer Aino Alina Lahtinen.

-Date of birth?-Place of birth?

-Date of birth?-Place of birth?

-Cereal worker Väinö Hakkila -Time of birth?

Date of birth? -1890.

-Irmari Rantamala. So, have you been treated well?

First work Harhama 1909, autobiography -

under the pseudonym Irmari Rantamala. Incitement articles in the Workman magazine.

They say you are the scourge of revolution.

And Maiju Lassila, Matches on loan 1910, State Prize.

In 1912, 12 comedies appeared. I think it's a world record.

Of course, we do not want to involve Maiju Lassila.

-Who do you want then to question? -Rantamala.

You are the only person I have met in Helsinki the leader of the Red Uprising.

-I have not met red leaders.

-Should not have agitated simple people.

-You mean the innocent. Rebellion is a crime against the Constitution.

-I'm glad you admit it.

Please sit down.

You see, in person I would like to help you.

We could perhaps wipe over some things from your charge sheets.

I mean, if you want us to help us by condemning the Red Uprising.

Perhaps you could try something on.

-I am glad to see that you like me innocent, even though I'm not.

-You are not.

-But by condemning simple and innocent people.

that I have incited myself to do this, prove my own innocence?

-Yes. -I'd wash your hands, then.

-Exactly. -What a brutal morality!

You need me for your own crimes.

-I repeat: the rebellion is Yes, it is, of course.

But the greatest crime of mankind, hunger, war and bloodshed.

has proven to be a business the most profitable.

How embarrassed we are now our caper, which is a small one...

alongside what is now coming. -Coming and coming.

In every war, the winner is forced to pass judgement.

-Loss is not as devastating as mental illness.

In the wake of war creeps the treacherous ghost of revenge.

Wash your hands of it, who thinks he is innocent.

-No, you are clever.

I brought you some almond cakes.

-I need legal help.

-Algot...

I think I was sneezing at the time.

I am sorry.

I haven't ruined your life, have I?

-Go to the publisher and say. I need legal help.

-You are not for me angry with me anymore?

This is such a terrible time.

You left me alone. I always need someone.

-The road you cannot travel on your own by your own efforts, will always remain untravelled.

-Visiting hours are over.

-why you slandered me in Harhama? Why?

I forgive you.

Madam. Do something quickly. The execution ship leaves in the morning.

When all roads end, you have to think about continuing the journey.

When the feel of the evening foretells the coming of night...

need to start organising tomorrow's life and work.

Good morning. Good morning.

-Jaha, it's a May morning.

-A beautiful morning, beautiful morning.

-It is.

Shut up. Do not interfere Shut up.

This will not be discussed.

Suomeksi Eero Balk YLE 2012

Texts by Saara Närhi Lingsoft Oy 2012