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This country never was.

And never will be.

Nobody talks about it,
nobody remembers it.

It's like it disappeared
from the map forever.

Almost nobody remembers
when a child was born here.

But once little Imrisko
stood by a bush

and stuffed himself
with unripe sloes.

Until one of them got struck
in his throat.

Mamma Gretka couldn't have
born a child for a long time.

So she feared for her son
very much.

Papa Nicholas used to be
a fair sportsman.

He could run a 100 metres
in well under 14 seconds...

...more if the stopwatch
had been better.

Now his speed was useful.
He's running for the doctor,

but he stopped
by the carpenter's

and ordered a small coffin.

Doctor Roth was
the fastest member

of the Czechoslovak
automobile club.

He hurried to help the kid
even though it was a Saturday

and he kept the Sabbath holy.

Imrisko had good luck.

And the doctor had a glass of wine
and a sweet kiss.

After lunch the carpenter
brought the coffin.

They sold it to a neighbour
whose daughter had died.

They'd have given it away, but
a coffin must always be bought.

This country was well
out of the way. It wasn't even

on the military maps. Nobody
spoke aloud about the manoeuvres

which always ended
with an historic victory.

Fire!

Only whispers recall
private Cypro who with courage

and tenacity battled
for a pocket watch on a chain.

Cease the fire Secure the guns!
To the targets!

What is it?

May I have the pleasure?

- You've got a nice timepiece.
- It belonged to my husband.

He was a watchmaker.

I beg your pardon,
I didn't mean to upset you.

Never mind.
It was a long time ago.

You must take care.
You'll also die soon.

- How so?
- I can feel your end.

Madam Agatha lived only with her
plants. She cultivated pelargonium

because no other plant could
stand up to her love.

Perhaps cacti, but the other
plants, that she was fond of

drooped under her affections.
A soldier would indeed not droop.

Would you like to come in
for a moment?

- I would if I may.
- You always can, if you want to.

Since the death of my husband
I haven't touched anything.

I just wind them up...

so that they work.

Wonderful.

Which one do you like?

This one.

Are you a man?

I'm a cartographer.

If you can make love to me
for one hour, it's yours.

Really?

You're a beautiful map, madam.

Call me Agatha!

So here is the...

parish boundary.

Here... the little
boundary hill.

And here is the other one.

Would you like
a windmill as well?

We've just passed the well.

We'll cross the forest...

like this...

through the field

and we've reached...

the harbour.

You naughty boy!

Now show me your pharos.

Private Cypro made love
to Madam Agatha for a whole hour.

He didn't think the minute
of a watch could move so slowly.

But he performed heroically
right up to the end.

But Mrs. Agata let him off
almost 7 minutes.

Tin rattling of Cyril Polka
can be heard here no more.

The orphan Cyril Polka
wandered though the country

as a hungry hound. Poor Cyril.
His mother died giving birth to him

and ran off to heaven. He stayed
alone and forever hungry.

He even sniffed at a rock
in case it might be worth eating.

If he noticed a bacon rind lying
on the ground he quickly said

he'd like to eat it.
And in a flash he ate it!

Thank you, St. Christopher.

A long night and great might!

Life is a flower
with the Lord's power!

Couldn't there be
some broth for me?

- Don't you come in here!
- What you have,

you have from the Lord.
Will you give me something?

- I'm telling you, clear off!
- Just a little bit of bread...

- and some pork scratchings.
- Don't you hear?!

Catch him!

You lousy beggar!

Don't come back again!

You'll see. He'll show you.

Shush...

Quite.

You're a dog and I'm a dog.

A dog knows a dog.

A dog doesn't tear
another dog to pieces.

A dog is a brother to a dog.

Let's have a drink.

Cheers!

This is what he loves.

This is what he wants.

Thief! Dad! We've got him!

Let me go!

We've got the thief! Dad!

Leave me alone!

Thievish filth.

You don't work...
but you would like to eat, right?

Give him what for!

Run and fetch the constable!

- You'll go to prison, scoundrel!
- Give him what for!

You'll be sorry. Strip off!

What for?

So you won't run away.

Show us your chopper!

He is shy...

He isn't shy enough to steal,
is he? Down to your underwear!

Stop beating me!
I'm a good man!

The devil is bad
as he hasn't taken you!

Come here!

I'll show you!
Come on!

You won't get out from here!

And breathe in deeply.

Guard here.

Step aside,
I can't see anything.

St. Christopher,

patron of pilgrims, help him.

He needs you very much.

Bring a fire.
We'll have some fun.

St. Christopher, save him!

They are hurting me!

They'll roast me alive!

St. Christopher, save him!

Do something! Quickly!

You think down there?

Well, if you think so...

Dad, we're here already!

- Where is he?
- In the shithouse.

We shut him in
so he wouldn't run off.

Come, we have him here!

Here he is.

Open it.

What is that supposed to mean?

Are you joking at my expense?

But... he was here!

Not even my cap
could get through it!

How were you guarding him?!

- You let him escape!
- He didn't escape.

He called St. Christopher
for a help.

I'll show you St. Christopher!

It's a miracle.

I shit on your miracles. You can't
make a fool out of a police officer.

How could he get out of here?

The saints always
do it like this.

The farmer placated the sergeant

with the sausages

from the hog-killing

which destiny
had not allowed to Cyril.

They wished to consecrate
the miraculous hut,

but the priest refused when
he found out what it was.

From that day on Cyril Polka
was called St. Christopher

and nobody doubted that
he had gone straight to heaven.

To all chiefs
of the assembly areas!

In the spirit of the valid law

the Jews who have been
organised for work

should come to the assembly point
by the station in the morning.

They can bring
only the permitted baggage.

First, clothing consisting
of one hat and one cap,

up to 2 or 3 sets of clothing,
2 overcoats, 3 sets of underwear,

2 towels, 2 pairs of shoes, one
blanket and 3 pairs of stockings.

Secondly, cleaning equipment:
A bar of soap, shaving set,

a cup, a set of plates,
a toothbrush, 6 handkerchiefs.

Thirdly, provisions for 3 days.

Total weight of items must
be less than 50 kilograms.

Other things, mainly matches,
cigarettes, watches, money

and other things of value must
be taken away from the Jews.

On behalf of the minister:
Dr. Konka.

For a long time the country
wasn't affected by the war.

Everywhere people had died
and there was hunger.

But here nobody was complaining.

You could buy a roll for a crown
and also a square of chocolate.

Give me one more...

Peter! Palo! You little devils,
where are you?

Great bang, huh?

Just wait until your father gets
home. You'll see a merry dance!

Peter and Palo were terribly
ashamed of their father,

crippled Kamas, who neither the
army nor fire brigade would take.

They didn't respect him
at all. They made fun of him

and were cheerfully growing up
fit only for the gallows.

Throw me one!

Catch!

Shall I shake you down?

Get out of there!

Little bastards...

- That to your bitch of a mother!
- And to yours!

If I ever catch you,
I'll cut your throats!

The dead man they had found
was the builder Valihora.

Everybody thought
he was in Germany working.

Nobody knew how he had got
there and who'd killed him.

And so the war began
for the village.

Hungarians moved
into the house by the road.

Watch me.

What are you doing over there?
Go home! Now!

Turn out your pockets!

Idiots!

I don't understand.

Leave me alone!

Let me go!

Juro, help!

Peter and Palo couldn't
forgive their father

for not fighting over her.

You'll be a beau.

You'll become a cock.

Get out of there!

Where are you?!

Come out, you bloody rats!

What are you doing? When I catch
you, I'll break your legs!

At the end of autumn
the Hungarians vanished.

In the house the tenants had
changed. Soldiers for soldiers.

The Kamas household
accommodated

German linesmen Hans and Willy.

The boys loved the war.

They saw how machine gun
nests were fortified...

...how telephone lines
were installed...

...how a bridge can be mined.

- Stop! At least show it to me!
- Be quiet! Come on!

Watch me.

The Germans discovered very soon

that a pistol had disappeared.

They thought
that old Homola had stolen it.

Don't you dare set foot
outside the house!

Jesus Christ!

Hurry up!

My sons...

He didn't give you enough.

Nasty bunch.

The boys forgave
their father everything

including the fact

that he had not been
the soldier nor the fireman.

The war in this region ended,
The Germans left

Great bang, huh?

On the following day
the Russians came.

They were met by silence
and a few men.

The women hid from them.
They were afraid they'd be raped

and lose their good names.
Only two old spinsters

the Tocka sisters didn't
even have that to lose.

The Russians stopped in the
village just to bury their dead.

Peter and Palo felt they had
won the war. Their best prize

was a German compass which
they'd stolen from the linesmen.

- Give me your watch!
- This isn't a watch.

I understand.
Give me the watch!

Let me be!

Well?

Please, give it to him.

Please.

Pretty watch...
Thank you, lads.

Go to hell!

The brothers Kamas were sad
when all soldiers had left.

But nobody else was sorry.
There was no time.

A new life had begun.

Eventually everything
would belong to everybody.

Occasionally strange things
would happen in that country.

Sometimes so strange

that even eye-witnesses
wouldn't believe their eyes.

The goatherd Vojto
was deaf and dumb.

Nobody had heard a word from him.

He's born dumb
and dumb he remained.

What happened?

What?

You saw a snake?

You haven't eaten it, have you?

You fell asleep and it slid
into your mouth...

So we'll have to get you cured.

Hot milk. Snakes like it.

Let the snake get to your sleeve,
he's reaching your armpit...

I hope you don't have
also the young ones there.

Vojto had to tell and re-tell
his great adventure

with his hands and legs
until a night fell.

It was a story
with a happy ending.

Although... what would
the grass-snake say?

You know, Mr. Kusalik,
I have been on my own

and my boy ought to do
something with his hands.

Hard times are coming.
You're a decent man.

A Christian, a catholic.

So I thought... a craftsman
will always prosper.

And the people will always
need to dress themselves.

And to undress also...

Take care of him.

Don't worry, Mrs. Perinova,
he will learn.

Tailor Kusalik
was a globetrotter,

in French un voyageur,
in Slovak an itinerant.

He crossed almost
the whole Europe.

If it was necessary he sewed
a man's coat for a bowl of soup

or a skirt for something better

and more memorable than just soup.

It's always cheerful at his place.

There were trophies from his
journeys hanging on the walls,

even a propeller
from General Stefanik's plane.

Here you are. But first show us
how a woman lies down.

Ondras had always some
guests at his place.

Most often the local upholsterer
Brko and file sharpener Murin.

I got the letter yesterday.
They're closing my business.

Haven't they sent you
anything yet?

It'll turn out badly.

Long live the Communist party.

Who is it?

- Perhaps another cock.
- Or a chicken.

- Good afternoon.
- Hi. Have you got it

- ready for me yet, Mr. Kusalik?
- Just as I promised you.

Try it.

Show me.

Will it fit me?

Mariska, dresses must be run-in first.
It must adapt to the body

which irons it from the other side
like an iron.

And you have some irons.

Don't you dare look.

When I die...

I want to go to hell.

All the pretty women
will be there.

Barking dogs don't bite!

- So are you satisfied?
- I won't take it off.

I'll leave it on.

- It suits you.
- How much do I owe you?

As we agreed.

Here's your bill, Mariska.

The average time
of the sexual act is 3 minutes.

- What is it?
- Don't you know how to read?

The standard length of a male
penis is 15 centimetres.

The woman's body absorbs

6.75 metres of it
during one love-making.

- You pigs.
- Just read, read.

The average woman makes love
3 times a week, twice a session

which means 320 times
in a calendar year.

So in that time she uses
for her gratification

about 2.1 kilometres
of male penis.

If you are short of such pleasure

due to any reason

you're free to ask the man

who has passed this note to you.

So, Mariska?

Here you are, Samko.

You can use it.

You've chosen well.

Samko liked his master. Every
day he learnt something new.

How to cheat at cards,
how to drink a beer,

how to shave his first moustache.

Iron them.

- Are they moving?
- They're closing down.

Go and do the ironing.

- What have we got here?
- Do you know Comrade Mitchourin?

He sends you his regards
and a new sort of plant.

You've never seen such a palm.
Give it water.

Don't be stingy.
Just pour it on.

That's a weed, isn't it?

- Primeros gum...
- How did you do it?

Baking powder...
Don't you need it?

Me? My little Willie
can still lift his head.

Stop laughing.

And press them down at the
creases. They must be so sharp

- you could cut yourself on them.
- They're ready now.

These?

You mean these?

You've learnt this from me?!

Put it on the hanger
and hang it here.

Now kneel down
and apologize to them nicely

for mucking them up so much.
Do you understand?! Kneel!

Repeat after me: Dear trousers,
I humbly beg you to forgive me...

Come on!

My dear trousers, I humbly
beg you, forgive me...

...that I have through my evil
doing and shitting around...

...that I have through my evil
doing and shitting around...

...so callously
and wantonly fucked up.

...so callously
and wantonly fucked up.

- Amen.
- Amen.

Now stand up
and have a drink with us!

All has been forgiven.

So maybe we'll make
a man out of you.

Do you have
my trousers ready yet?

It's good that you've come.
We've just pressed them.

Try them.

Nobody liked Benko the barber.

During the war he collaborated
and after it he nationalized.

And he was also an informer.

Are you shy?

- Are you cutting tomorrow?
- Perming, too.

- And are you shaving?
- Leave me alone.

- It cuts me here.
- What? I felt good in them.

- And to me as well.
- You've screwed up my cloth.

Don't worry, we'll fix it.
Catch him!

Leave me alone! At once!

- Do you hear me?! Let me be!
- Stop it.

Let him be.

What do you want?
They suit you.

- You're a shitty tailor.
- Don't call me names.

Have a drink instead.

Yesterday I had
a dream about you.

I was visiting the Pope in Rome.

We were all sitting together
in a large chamber.

And after giving us his blessing
he suddenly pointed just at me.

Like this, with his finger.

I was scared stiff.
Everybody turned towards me.

I asked: "Me?" The Holy Father
nodded and beckoned me

with his finger once more.
So I stood up

and the crowd parted before me
and I approached the holy throne

on a lovely red carpet.

I knelt in front of the Pope
and kissed his hand.

I asked the Holy Father why
have I deserved this privilege?

"What do you want from me?"

And he said to me:
"Nothing, my son,

I just want to know which prat
gave you such a terrible hair cut."

So I told him that it was you.

You'll pay for this!

You forgot your trousers!

Send us a bill!

Here you are.

We'll alter them for you.

So Samko sewed his first trousers.

His mother liked them very much.

He had to wear them
to church on Sundays.

Nobody talked of Benko other
than as the Heavenly Barber.

It didn't take him long
to send the master a bill.

They took Ondras his workroom

and arrested him as an
anti-government element.

We, workers
of the Kovotvar factory,

are denouncing flunkeys
of Vatican, which are spreading

its rotten ideas
in our young republic.

Vatican use its diplomats
for performing espionage.

Devoted hypocritical army
of catholic priests

is subverting our socialist system.

We were terrified by news

that enemy agents
had been hidden in monasteries

and weapons had been
found in churches.

That's why we appreciate
actions of our security forces

which destroyed this net and
imprisoned the leaders of clergy.

Vatican had finished
in our country.

We suggest to check-up
all the churches and rectories.

The collaborative ones must
be given to the working people

that will change them
into recreation centres.

Peace to the world!

The workers of Kovotvar.

In the middle of the country
in a small house

there lived the angry Sibert
and his good mother.

Everyone was afraid of him. Once
his spit struck the gravedigger

so hard that it broke his nose.
Another time he shook a gypsy

so hard that his tattoo fell off.

Mamma had only suffering
from him and people said

she already had a place in heaven.

Fucking moths. They always
gorge under the armpits.

Perhaps they like salt...

the sweat is tasty for them.

Does it show?

I'm going to confession. Give
me some change for the bell.

Sibert was very religious.
He went to confession

every evening since
his father had died.

Vodka he called The Lord's Prayer,
plum brandy was his Hail Mary

and rum was his Creed.

I'm not giving you
a single crown.

- Where have you got it?
- I'm not giving you anything.

As you wish...

Stop it, you monster!

So?

Wait!

You see!
God bless you.

God help...

so you can perish!

He had inherited the motorcycle
from his father

and mamma gave
him money for gas.

Sometimes he hit a hen

and brought it home for a soup.

Well, here I am!

We'll have a charde!

Bang, bang, bing...
I'll fuck everything.

Now
we have jazz... for the globe!

You're great!

Nice work!

- You were cheating, tanner.
- You're not a man anymore!

Let him be!

He's done you good and proper.

Sibert put his jacket on back to
front when he was on his bike,

so he wouldn't be blasted by the
wind through his buttonholes.

He rushed from pub to pub
and all men were afraid of him.

Except his mamma.

You stink. You left your spunk
in some woman again.

Women are always after me.
The best woman in my life was Zuza.

That one would pray for me.
She'd give me her last 5 crowns.

She'd show me her purse:
"I've got nothing left."

She was a saint, I can tell you
from the bottom of my heart...

life with her was fair play.

She ran away from you.
She took the furniture as well...

It's true. She was very greedy.
All I've got left are my ears,

my balls and nationality.

Open it. It's for you.

I've bought you
something for a dress.

You bloody pig!

You filthy toper!

Bloody pig!

Don't be mad... you'll die!

You filthy pig!

Leave me alone!

Are you angry?

Come on.

Don't be upset and sing to me.

Just sleep!

Mamma...

sing.

Otherwise I'll put you
into the stove.

Mamma would sing,
but the next day

they'd see her with a bruise
on her forehead.

What did I do?

You broke down my pelargonium.
And then you ate them all up.

Oh, I'm filth, I'm rubbish.

Don't be angry, mamma.

You ran after me naked when
I didn't pour a glass for you.

I couldn't sleep
the whole night.

Oh, my god.

What sort of person am I?

And you called me dirty names.

All the f-words, you know.

Mamma didn't always tell
the truth to Sibert,

but she liked it very much
when he felt regret and wept.

You should go to work
and earn some money.

- I'll go.
- When?

Give me some money for gas.
They'll take me to the mine.

You think I want to be bad?
I want to go to heaven, too!

If only...

Perhaps Sibert was indeed going
to the mine, but the motorbike

stopped in front of the pub
as if it needed a drink.

Well, here I am!

Mamma, kill me.

I haven't a single crown.
I've spent it all on booze.

You devil. To bed at once.

I'm no good. I'm not bad,

but if somebody comes here
I'll kill him with this axe!

I'm Ilya Murometz, the giant!

You're good.

I'll never do any harm to you.

You're like me.

Come on, go to bed.

But you don't help.

I'm alone in everything.

You don't come:
"Please, Sibert, have a drink."

I'm not going to beg you.

I'll pull out 7 carrots
with one hand...

one beer for that.

With the other hand
I'll pull out 7 parsnips...

that'll be a dram.

Cheers.

Jesus Christ said:

"Wild Sibert...

must stay alone."

My speech is pure.

Good night.

In the morning Sibert
promised his mother

that this time
he'd really go to work.

I've got toothache.
I put a drop of acid on it,

- so my mouth won't stink.
- It'll burn your gums.

That's the idea.

I'm a miner... who is better?

By the pub he braked a little,
but didn't stop.

Perhaps because
it was still closed.

He hurried to heaven.

- He's breathing.
- His head is back to front.

We should put it right.

He's not breathing any more.

Thus wild Sibert, who wanted
to be better, got to heaven.

He left his good mamma back
on earth roasting in purgatory.

On All Soul's Day the verger
would come home in the morning.

He'd got a beautiful voice
and he knew it.

He sang
at all the masses, funerals,

weddings and christenings.

But he liked singing the pub most
of all. There he was paid best.

Christian spirit, don't you know
where Adam Braxatoris lives?

- But you are Adam Braxatoris.
- I know that, you calf of Christ,

but I don't know where I live.

Don't be afraid.

Do you know me?

You're Doctor Roth.

When I was 12...

you took out my tooth.

In 1925.

And in 1942...
they transported you.

For God's sake,
what happened to you?

Where have you been until now?

Elsewhere...

I've been looking
for my wife and children.

The hospital reception
of the Jews in Europe was over.

We were like a wandering
theatre company

which was hissed
off the stage everywhere.

Jews will die out here.

There are few of us...

and we have little in common
with the Israel of today.

God is "my existence"

and is inside every man.

The verger never said
a word about this meeting

with Dr. Roth to anybody.
But from that time he sang

even more sweetly,
but somehow more sadly.

Truly, nobody could remember

when a last child
had been born here.

But the soil of the countryside
had become more populated.

One body after another
was added to the cemetery.

Could you give me a light?

Of course.

Thank you.

Aren't you Annie Kisova?

The pretty Annie?
Really?

I'm Mary Horvatova.
Do you remember me?

I was married here in 1946.

You lent us a candlestick
and a complete table set

for the wedding.
You must remember.

It was a long time ago.

You were married I think in May
and then you went to Prague.

It's such a long time
since I was here.

When I was young
I was slender as a wand.

Anywhere I came they'd say:
"Look, the coat has arrived."

But in Prague they fed me out.
With doughnuts and beer.

I've been there 30 years.
One kilo for every year.

So you're home.

- Mary, come in for a while.
- I can't. I have to go

- to my sister in Skalica.
- Come, I've got some black beer.

This is Martuska Kubalova,
she's no longer alive.

She drowned.

This Suzy was always strange.
She didn't speak to anybody...

and then all at once
she changed into a lad.

Really?

And here is Brko,
an upholsterer.

I knew him.
His father was a road-mender.

He's dead as well.
They sent him to an uranium mine.

They called him
the Lord of Light.

And this is Matus Perina.

He isn't alive either.

And do you know this one?

No.

That one is still alive.

That's me.

What a lovely hair you've got.

You were already pretty
at this picture.

The black beer makes me sad.
My Simon used to drink

five of these a day.
I learnt that much from him.

He was an engineer?

Only formally.

He never managed
to finish school,

but he got himself a title
for his whole life long.

I had to support him.
He was lazy as a pig.

And besides he was
always a skirt-chaser.

I made him move up to the attic.

A flat and warm meals
and that was it.

- Have you got any children?
- A daughter.

Sima didn't want another one.
I take care of her children.

She only looks after her own.
I wanted her to drive me here,

but she didn't have the time.
She shits on me.

I'm old now. I couldn't turn
a somersault any more

for 5 crowns.
But you're still pretty.

If only I had such hair...

But all of us have perms,
every month to the hairdresser.

This is what is left.

Come, I've got
something to show you.

My God, it's wonderful

I've cut them off every 7 years.

It grows out again.

Heart.

I shouldn't have drunk that beer.

Do you need a doctor?

Don't worry. It'll go...

You should sleep here.

Could I?

Of course.

Thanks.

Thank you, Annie.

Only if it helps you...

It's good to be with you.

I'm glad, too.

There's a smell of tobacco...
a smoke.

Can you smell it?

- Have you been married?
- Yes.

And when did you get married?

When I was 50 years old.

They all said that
he was a good man.

You know I wanted him
to live at my place.

I had a house, a farm,
poultry, a lot of flowers.

- After less than 7 weeks he left.
- It wasn't so bad that he left...

You didn't have children.

I haven't heard a word
from him for 11 years.

I sent him a postcard
from a health spa,

but he never replied.

Somebody from his family
let me know that he'd died,

but even so I don't know
if I'm married or a widow.

It must be here somewhere here.
I remember I carved on it.

- Name and date.
- Perhaps it's higher up.

Try it... but be careful.

There's nothing here.
Perhaps it grew over.

Perhaps on the other side.

They searched round the tree
for a long time for this carving

from their childhood.
They couldn't know the old linden

had dried up and this one isn't
that tree. They thought the carving

had been overgrown and was
sleeping under the bark forever.

This is for you.

In memory,
as you liked it so much...

Thank you.

- You must come to Prague.
- Certainly. I'll come.

Annie knew that she didn't have
the strength for a long journey.

But she didn't want to spoil
Mary's pleasure.

I'm the last one
like New Year's Eve...

On August 21th in the morning,

troops of 5 armies led
by the Soviet Army

treacherously crossed
the borders of our state.

The intruders took over
the Communist Party headquarters,

the residences of the government
and the President.

The political management
of the state was driven away

to an unknown place, later
to Moscow for negotiations.

Leadership of the army
was taken by collaborators.

The citizens of Prague,
Bratislava and other cities

resisted resolutely.
Citizens, we appeal to you

not to be provoked
into unnecessary action.

Keep to passive resistance.
Don't co-operate with traitors!

We are with you.
Stay with us.

The country was abandoned. It was
losing its people - its memory.

Nobody would remember
little Imrisko. And still

the same Imro
stood by the bushes

looking at his son Vinco.

A nice one!

- Not so tight.
- What shall we do with it?

We'll eat it.

It'll do for soup.

Imro and his son Vinco were
poachers. It was in their blood.

They sniffed out and sold
everything what moved.

They spent all the money on booze.
Nothing alive escaped them.

It's nice.

You will have
money for a new coat.

Hi there, Pepo.

Since Vinco's mother had died
his father looked after him.

He's cooking, darning, washing

and burning each new shirt
with the iron.

What are you doing here?

I'm just peeping, you peeper.

- Show me your tits.
- What'll you give me?

Give me your hand.

Don't be afraid.

See you!

I'll show you, you peeper!

Every year father Imro looked
forward to the first snow.

He poked his ears into the white
silence until he went deaf.

Better?!

Don't roar at me.
I can hear now.

Where are you going,
skin dealer?

Zip up your slaughterhouse.

Get on it!

Don't be afraid!

I'll show you, you peeper!

Can you hear it?!

It's braking.

Come.
It's cold in my ears.

A fox?

Hold the dog.

Father had taught Vinco
how to read the snow.

So he knew all the droppings
in the forest.

From bloody feather he knew where
a fox had savaged a pheasant,

or he could get the little weasel
and once even the ermine.

The gin...

Fuck...

A fox will come out,

but with a badger you have
to leave the dog behind.

A badger is a son of a bitch.
It lets the dog into its hole

and then walls it in
on all sides with soil.

You end up with
neither badger nor dog.

The badger is
a courageous fighter.

I used to sit here...

Behind me there was Kamas
and in front was Jozo Trabalka.

Once I really pissed off
the teacher.

I'd seen a man at the circus who'd
done everything in slow motion.

I liked that very much.
When the teacher called me up

I began to imitate him. I went
to the blackboard like this.

Old Vodova nearly fainted.

"Stop it!" She roared at me.

But I didn't care.

I took the chalk
and started to write

slowly on the blackboard...
like this.

At the end of that year
I got a B for behaviour...

It's ours.

Hi.

Give me a cigarette.

Don't smoke!
It'll dry your tits up.

Where are your skates?

I don't have any.

- Pull me.
- Really?

- Out of the way!
- Watch out!

Do you know what that is?

Do you?

Light one...

Don't... Kissing is dangerous.
One can catch tartar.

Don't be afraid,
you'll survive.

About some things...
one just don't speak.

Vinco had slept at Pavla's and
returned home in the morning.

Father!

When father hadn't
returned by noon

Vinco went looking for him.

In the snow he found his father's
footprints and followed them.

He found the place where father
had smoked and also had pissed.

Vsivak, come here!

Father.

Father.

Father Imro had been
struck by the train.

The train then slipped into the
tunnel like a fox into its den.

You didn't close them.

This country will
never be again.

Only a small landscape
remains of it.

That too is disappearing in the
snow which melts on the tongue

like powdered sugar.
Some say that's just plain flower,

others that it's a baking powder.

Anyway...

everything is white.

And the landscape
is a white spot on a map.

In memory of...

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