Original subtitles

BUDAPEST TALES

Special thanks to the Budapest Transit Company

and the Hungarian Public Railways for helping to make this film happen.

Photography by S�NDOR S�RA

Written and directed by ISTV�N SZAB�

No!

- A tram! - Indeed.

How did a city tram end up here?

The city must be close by.

Hello.

One more time.

We did it.

We can wait here until it stops raining.

- We could even sleep here, right? - Right.

There are a few of us here.

- There is enough room for everyone. - Indeed.

Don't make a fire on the floor. Everything will catch on fire.

The city can't be far.

- Have you ever been there? - No. You?

They say it's a nice city.

The track along the levy must lead to the depot.

- Where? - To the depot.

- Do you know where the depot is? - No, but it mustn't be far.

It must be at the end of the track.

That's where the tram ends and starts its journeys.

What is a depot?

A large indoor hall on the edge of the city

that trams go to for the night or for repairs.

It's a hub.

It's the place all tracks lead to and branch out from.

The depot.

The depot is always on the outskirts so that congestion doesn't slow trams down.

This allows unobstructed access to all parts of the city on the tracks.

- How do you know this? - I learned it.

- How big is one of these depots? - It's huge.

Very spacious. It has a glass roof, the sun shines through.

Did you learn that, too?

If only we were there already.

Where do you want to go?

Somewhere safe with a roof over my head.

- Where we can do something. - Is there anywhere safe now?

It has stopped.

It has stopped.

Let's get it on the tracks, we'll ride to the depot.

- That requires electricity. - We'll push it.

We'll load it up and off we go.

We can stop for the night wherever.

We'll have a roof over our heads if it starts raining again.

We'll roll up the windows and shut the door for the night.

Push!

This certainly won't work.

Hey, people!

Hey people, come over here!

Come on!

A city tram!

- We must get it on the tracks. - Come on!

Backwards!

Forwards!

Backwards!

Forwards!

This way, people!

Come on now!

Stand in front of me.

That's it!

The army in all its glory.

This way, boys.

- Come on! - Help us!

- Come on! - Help us push it!

- Anyone else? - You good?

Push it!

We're making progress!

We did it.

- Where are you going? - To the depot.

- Where? - To the depot these tracks lead to.

A hub, the gate to the city.

- Is this despot far? - It's a depot!

We have a tram, which is a good sign, no?

And the tracks lead there.

Mom!

Help!

What do you say? It's moving on its own.

We're on the right track.

- Good morning! - Good morning!

Good morning!

We're alive.

It slopes downwards. We'll only have to push it past the curve.

- Where are you going? - To the city.

- Can I come with you? - Get on!

Feel free to get on board.

Mr. Murderers, are we picking up everyone?

I need everyone's attention!

"On a dewy, cool morning, walking in the sunlight anew

and reliving your days."

Bravo!

"Spying the light of stars watching over our sleep,

following them over their shining paths."

- Bravo! - It is going to stop.

Come and help!

Push!

Push!

Push!

It is moving! Marvelous!

You should help, too!

- We are making good headway. - Don't talk, push!

- Where to? - To the city.

Me, too.

To the city?

I can load this on, you can cook with it.

- Hey, people! - Hey!

Hey, people!

Hey!

Hey, people!

Oh, the beauty of a yellow tram! And this particular yellow is wonderful.

How beautiful it will look

as it races down the street amongst grey houses.

In daylight, in the rain, at dusk.

I should really be a painter.

I'm very good at discerning nuances between hues.

How many kinds of yellow do you know, for instance? I know at least 50.

Golden, orange, lemon, vanilla, mustard,

sand, clay, wax,

warm yellow, faded yellow, amber...

Some people are color blind. But I derive everything from colors.

Illnesses, age, character...

The yellow of a sunflower, a primula, a canola...

- Golden rain, dandelion, kingcup... - Saffron and naked lady.

- A candle's flame. - A canary.

- Being yellow with envy. - Dried-up stubble and a chick's feathers.

How do you know that?

I know.

On a dewy, cool morning

Walking in the sunlight anew

And reliving your days

Spying the light of stars

Watching over our sleep

If I juggled on the roof, we would be seen from afar like cheerleaders in America.

On a dewy cool morning

Careful, you will fall, son!

Don't coddle me, mom!

Walking in the sunlight anew

And reliving...

Careful, people! Don't eat too much! Just get a bit of a taste.

Don't stuff your faces. Be reasonable!

It will make you sick!

Are you crazy, man? You're all going to die within an hour. Stop right now!

Stop, okay?

Don't be a fool, please!

Won't you listen to reason?

For Christ's sake, stop porking out!

I'm talking to you, too!

It's going to tear your guts apart!

Stop! Don't eat so much sugar!

Drop it! Don't be crazy! Have you all gone insane?

This is going to kill you. Stuff your pockets full of it instead!

Take as much as you can!

Just stop eating now! Take it with you instead!

- This is how you became a bandit! - Stop scoffing!

They have to get food where they find it!

It must be taken. If it's the only way.

A new commandment? Your principles are changing.

If I let them eat now, what will become of them?

They will croak. I would rather they steal instead.

My sweet boy, don't eat sugar and canned meat!

You can take them instead.

- Why are you bringing paint? - To have paint. Why not?

Push it! Let's get to the depot!

Push it!

Push it!

Push it!

Push it!

Push it!

- It can take a different turn. - Let's head towards the river.

Uphill? Which way do you think we should go?

- I say we go that way. - Someone should decide.

I think...

the doctor should decide.

Long live the doctor!

- Run ahead along the upper track. - Yes, sir!

Number one. We should set the stove in the tram so it's always warm.

Number two. Everyone should have access to hot soup.

Number three. Women don't have to push, they only need to help uphill.

Furthermore, we should eat and rest regularly and watch our health.

I'm a doctor first and what else I'm called second.

The upper track leads to a collapsed loading station.

So we should go this way.

I think you're a bit of a coward.

I'm thinking about legislation. The ideal tram ticket if it was up to us.

- We should give them order. - Stand in front of them.

- Forward, after me. - Whichever way I go.

Snow! People!

Snow!

Wait up!

Do you want to leave me here?

Hey!

Hey!

Hey!

Hey!

People!

People! Here!

Hey!

Stop!

Have I been here before?

Last time it snowed like this was when my father died in May.

Get on, I'll examine you.

Come on now!

- Hey! Look! Potatoes! Beans! - Look, lentils!

Push it, sweet girl!

- No more. - They're all faking it.

Please, get off. You, too.

You, too. Get off.

Please understand, this is impossible.

We cannot keep moving like this.

We will all be stuck here.

Okay. Let's agree that people over 60 can stay on.

- What now? - Be reasonable.

- Come on now! - We know it's hard for you, too.

You are young and strong. You could get off.

They need a good beating.

What now?

People!

Stop it! People!

Come on! Come on now!

Show him!

You'll get it now!

What number is this?

What number should it be?

- Good question. What number is it? - Number 3. Not too much, not too little.

It's a terrible number.

Anything with a 3 is good.

Of course.

We had 3 deaths a day. We were always anticipating the third one.

- It's the darndest number. - Let's make it 4.

Four seasons, four weeks, the day also has four parts. It's a safe number. Balanced.

- Four Evangelists. - Seven equals four plus three.

The moon changes every seven days. Man, every seven years.

- Seven deadly sins. - Sunday is a holiday.

I dislike Sundays. All bad things start on Sundays.

Like the decrees. Everything was closed. We couldn't do anything.

- Bombings, also on a Sunday. - Does it matter?

Twelve. One and two, adjacent. Twelve months. Two times twelve hours.

- It makes you feel safe. - There were also 12 apostles.

- Don't make it twelve, please. - Thirteen.

- It has always been my lucky number. - That's it. I was born on Friday 13th.

My mother put down the fourteenth. She was worried I would be unlucky.

My father died on Friday 13th. I dislike uttering that number.

Having that hang over your head every day?

If it brings luck.

It doesn't bring luck. It brings misfortune, you know?

May I suggest the number 17? It was my number at the boarding school.

- Five. - Five fingers.

Or 25: five times five.

My husband was 25.

It shouldn't have a number.

- Each number comes with its baggage. - Trams are numbered.

This can't go on.

We must let everyone state their wants.

Quiet, please!

- Why not make it number one? - For sure, that is a good choice!

The depot is a ways off.

To make good progress, we must all get ourselves in order.

On a dewy, cool morning

Walking in the sunlight anew

And reliving your days

Spying the light of stars...

Stop!

We'll wake up at 7 in the morning, and leave at 8 o'clock sharp.

- Trams are not light. - No, they are very heavy indeed.

If I only we had the depot in sight.

Must you stand in my way?

Why are you such a coward?

Your eyes are too pretty.

- We have a problem. We are late. - For what?

This is demoralizing. A bad start. We must turn the clocks back.

Good morning!

What a beautiful morning. Good morning!

Stop! Please, stop!

When the wandering gypsy boy

Takes a rest on the road

Stop!

Distribute the Aspirin properly in the woods!

The wandering gypsy boy

How are you, doctor?

Our tram flies in the sky under the clouds like a proud eagle,

with bursts of wind in its wake.

The most beautiful minute is always

The one not afforded to us by life

The most beautiful kiss is always The one that never took place

The dream we have held dearest

Has always been the one That has quickly turned to dust

Never to be dreamt again

We are still waiting for that kiss

You can still try and run from me

And our burning desire remains

As a beautiful memory

The most beautiful minute is always

The one not afforded to us by life

The most beautiful kiss is always The one that never took place

- Excuse me, where are you going? - To the depot, my dear.

- Do you have a free seat? - A seat? For sure.

My husband was paralyzed by an injury.

It's been a long journey.

- Please, get on. - Thank you.

Isn't she pretty!

I would give my heart, too

For a single one of your kisses

So why do we suffer then?

I know the reason all too well

- There is a piece of track missing. - Go and check.

Stop!

Everyone stay here!

- Everyone stay here! - That's real nice!

We should go back.

Yes. Back to the switch.

But not with me.

Come and help.

I'll hold it while the tram rolls over it.

You'll have to slide it very slowly.

Push it!

Put the brake on, don't sleep!

We cannot stop, if we stop, it will slide right back.

We need the doctor.

Find the doctor!

I am alive.

You know the cause of your headache? Us tolerating this captain fella.

Just lean your head back, forget the pain.

Look at the scenery, think of women or whatever you find interesting.

Can you feel these two depressions?

I press my thumbs against them and make circles.

We press it increasingly hard until it goes numb.

Then with the same force,

we pull the index fingers along the eyebrows. Like so.

Then move up to the forehead.

Then we go back to the depressions.

We make circles for two minutes with varying intensity.

Alternating sides.

I know this will work.

This is something I am damn good at.

I would also get headaches when writing requests.

Now only uncertainty does that to me.

What are you unsure of?

Who asked you?

I'll teach you how to write a request!

Writing requests the right way is a noteworthy thing.

You take a blank piece of paper. White, for requests.

You lay it on a table or a hard plate.

A crumpled request is no request

and will not gain the confidence of its recipient.

You write "request" at the top.

To make its purpose immediately apparent.

After each paragraph or pause, you wipe the pen clean.

The text should be indented.

This lends it a clean, disciplined format.

It reflects your conviction.

It also gives the reader a chance to add notes in between lines.

A request is made up of three parts.

You request, you argue, you say thanks.

Three simple, clear sentences.

The signature is important, legible, modest, not subservient.

That is frowned upon,

as it shows the petitioner's insignificance,

over whom anyone can exert their power.

Dates, periods, commas accurately placed.

To show that whoever wrote it is not ignorant

and is familiar with the law and his options.

Once you have learned this,

writing a request will never give you a headache.

It will become second nature, simple, self-evident.

And remember one thing: never catch a bureaucrat in a lie,

because they will never forget.

Hold me tight.

Are you not scared? Will you protect me?

You're making me fall for you. Head over heels, love.

It's dark.

It's dark, but I can see you.

I can't see anything.

Hold on!

I can't see anything!

I can't see anything.

There is a fire nearby.

- Is it the woods? - Or the city?

We're not stopping. We have all kinds of gangs behind us.

We're crossing the fire. Let's go!

Let's push it! Speed up!

Let's go! Push it!

Faster!

I have a length of good linen from way back when.

I want to sell it or trade it for something nice.

The seamstress will sew it for you.

I'd like two blouses in exchange.

What was the color of the tram? Yellow, but what kind?

There was someone here who was intimately familiar with hues.

- Yeah, the glazier. - That's exactly right.

- The glazier. - Oh, yes, the glazier.

I'll choose the color for you.

It's this one.

- It's nice. - Exactly.

- It's a nice color. - Not bad.

The exact shade of yellow.

That isn't yellow.

He says it's not yellow.

It's a nice yellow, isn't it?

It's nice.

- This tram isn't yellow now. - How would you know? You can't see it.

I don't know, but I can feel it on my skin.

The sun reflects differently off the color yellow.

I can feel on my face that this is no yellow.

It's light green.

Like nascent grass or a weaker bud, something like that.

Maybe lighter even. Like...

It's a shade of green to be precise.

Maybe she needs to be offed.

- Don't stir the pot. - What can you threaten me with?

You should be pushed under the tram.

You've blushed. What's wrong?

- She can see! - She can only sense colors.

She should be sent away at night then. No colors then.

I can't listen to this. Enough!

I can't take it!

No redemption here.

What matters is air.

Breathing it in.

Cleansing yourself from time to time, regularly, taking your time.

That is a task to be completed.

Sitting near a door in a vehicle.

Or by a window. And never surrendering your seat.

And if something unexpected happen, use slightest break to take a breath.

Finding these breaks is a victory in and of itself, you know?

For instance, if I get hit in the face and cannot defend myself, all I can do is

breathe in a regular way.

I impose a pace of normalcy upon myself, which gives me strength.

A good breath always exudes calm,

and scares the assailant, who is puzzled by the discipline.

Nothing is more important than proper breathing,

as I have learned.

It matters most.

125. I can do more if I want to.

Good girl, keep practicing.

What did you sell me?

Trash. Look. What is this?

You have fooled everyone. People, look!

Look!

Look at the collar. You see?

Shameless. I gave three paperback novels in exchange.

Show me yours.

You have deceived everyone. You took advantage of our gullibility.

This earned you good money. Have you done this a lot?

You also released the brake before we hit the poor bespectacled fella.

You told me to do so.

You dare lie through your teeth like that? Twisting my words?

Slanderer! Where did you come from? What gives you the right?

I'm the one who found the tram.

He was also there. He looked inside. Tell them!

- The doctor was also there. - The doctor!

Aren't you from the same place as the doctor?

Yes, I am, we talked about it.

- I knew his dear mother. - That's it!

You banded together to beat up those poor soldiers.

Sitting on your wealth.

You look like the doctor, too.

So you would rather have the doctor as your leader. Isn't that right?

- No. - Show me your palm!

Soft, like the doctor's.

No traces of pushing the tram.

It's because of all the lather, and his handwashing.

I need my hands to be clean.

- For shaving. - Is it clean?

Is it? Now take your affairs and get out of here.

- What will we do? - Stay calm. Listen.

I have a note, it says "Don't get carried away". Edus' warning.

For my grandfather, by his brother. Always in my pocket.

If anything happens, I think of him.

If that's not enough, I touch my pocket from the outside.

If that's also not enough, I take it out and read it, focusing on it alone.

"Don't get carried away." Calm down.

You say that five times in a row, and the bad thoughts are gone.

I swallow, I calm down, it's all good.

- Swallow? What for? - You're done with it then.

It's easy for the religious, they just think of their god.

God could have proven his existence to me plenty of times.

Get on the tram. Please, get on.

It's unsafe to stay outside at this time.

Haven't you heard? Get on. Come on!

- Give me that. - Get a move on.

- What time is it? - Seven o'clock.

Are you sure that's right?

I need to get some rest.

Where is that damn hairdresser?

The rascal got away.

There are people coming.

Hey, people! Come with us.

People!

- What's wrong with you? - I'm feeling nauseous.

Slope ahead!

Run! Faster!

Run!

Run!

Come on! Run!

Run!

Be careful! Son, tell them to be careful!

No!

You bastard!

No! Don't hurt him!

No!

Go away! You hearing me?

They will devour each other.

My love, say something.

Stay calm, it's fine, we're also underneath the tram.

It's okay, don't worry, we will be lifted out.

Hold his hand and talk to him.

Say something, my love. Tell me you're okay.

Say something.

He also escaped this.

Heave-ho!

Heave-ho!

We got lucky, buddy.

When you start bleeding, there are issues.

When there is no blood, you can at least do something.

Clean, disinfect.

But blood empties out in no time.

There are 3 kinds of bleeding. Capillary, arterial and venous.

Capillary bleeds are nothing, a bandage suffices, but a black,

venous bleed is more dangerous, it requires a tourniquet.

Arterial bleeds are the most treacherous, with light red blood shooting out.

It gushes forth violently,

without immediate assistance, you bleed out in no time.

A strong tourniquet must be applied.

Then you must apply pressure to the artery above the injury.

You must stick a finger of your clean hands in the wound

if there is no other way.

The only goal is to keep you alive.

The only goal is to keep you from bleeding out.

It's very important.

Nothing in life is more important.

I learned this really well.

I watched my child bleed to death.

And my mother. And my husband.

Get out of my sight.

All of this is because of you.

This is it.

This is it.

You cannot take my dreams

Keep on practicing. Good job, girl.

Even if you're in someone else's arms

When your path is taking you elsewhere

And you can't even recall me anymore

But on a silent night full of desire

Your burning lips seal mine

You cannot take my dreams away

Even if you're in someone else's arms

You see? My prayer was heard, we had two sons.

They will need to be bathed daily in 35 to 37 degree water.

First the face in soft gloves with no soap, only clean water.

Only wash their head and hair twice a week with soap

and with gloves that are not too wet, because soapy water stings the eyes.

Clean the other parts of the body and folds firmly with your hands or gloves.

Soak up the water with a soft blanket, don't rub the skin.

You must rub sunflower over them daily to keep their skin nice and healthy.

Go and tell them.

Go. Don't feel embarrassed.

Little Christmas, Big Christmas, is my braided bread ready yet?

Little Christmas, Big Christmas, is my braided bread ready yet?

If it's ready, give it to me

So I can eat it while it's still warm

Little Christmas, big Christmas,

is my braided bread ready yet?

If it's ready, give it to me

I'll go check.

The depot.

It's huge.

The depot!

The depot!

Hold on! Let's not tell them just yet.

They'll see it in the morning. Beautiful, isn't it?

It is.

The depot!

Which way is the city then?

We need to set up a watch.

I'm not going to sleep anyway.

Let go of me, you bastard.

You scum.

Your sons.

The depot.

This is the depot?

It's this small?

But this is it. It's the depot.

But where is the city?

The railroad shop.

Hey, our last stop!

No, this is not the depot, I am sure of it.

- We could still stay here. - Why waste our time?

We are tired. We can take a break. We are not hurting anyone.

- We could rest for a day or two. - Or a week or two.

Let's think on this, we have momentum, and the city mustn't be far off.

This looks like an external repairshop.

- A railroad shop. - Possibly.

- I think we should keep going. - Me, too.

Me, too. From the depot we would be heading to the city anyway.

Let's stop for at least a day.

- Don't talk so much. - Don't scold me. I'm staying.

Let's not waste our time.

Who asked you?

Are you being a loudmouth again?

Stop. You should be happy you're here.

Isn't that right?

The number 13 tram.

This is it. It's over.

Leave it. I'll hand them out.

God damn you, you piece of trash.

Hey!

Stand up! For crying out loud, stand up!

I won't leave you here like some dying animal.

You see?

You see how cowardly you have been?

I would think of you every time.

Why did you sleep with F�nyes?

I was thinking of you.

Are you mad that I told you?

I want a small house in a quiet place.

Not too close to the city.

- Something's wrong with my heart. - Where?

- Here. - The heart hurts in the back.

I've been dizzy for days. Ears ringing.

Blood pressure.

There are waves here, where the lifeline stops.

Water is powerful, it overcomes you.

There is no one there to help.

I don't know why.

Hurry up.

How short it all is.

Run.

Find someone you can love, someone you can believe in when you're scared.

When you get here, you'll have to hold on to something.

What a huge wave!

What great depth!

Show me your palm.

What a long lifeline.

You'll have many beautiful loves.

She can't see it. She's lying, you'll be alone.

Calm down. This is just a mood. Balance is easily disrupted by fear.

- Imagine a scale. - Deception is sinful.

That's true.

What do you see?

- You've tolerated all of this? - What?

Not even those you believe in will save you from the flood.

Can you read me in private?

Look.

Don't spread terror, because I'll toss you in the river like a mangy cat.

You plant fear.

You're spooking people, they lose their cool, this hurts us all.

Do you understand? Stop!

Or say something that helps us stick together, okay?

Get out of here!

How much longer can we stay together?

Why do we hate the hairdresser? Because he sold the fabric?

He works day and night. He worked for the fabric.

It was his only possession and asked for barely anything in return.

Yet we hate him. Why?

You take your anger out on someone if things aren't going as you had planned.

On whoever is at hand.

I fear you will also have him beaten up if you get into trouble.

Me? Why?

You have a short fuse.

Do you like the hairdresser?

I have no issue with him. We have been together since day one.

The others can blame you for colluding with him.

So you'll fear that, too. You'll want to prove yourself.

There is no redemption.

No, there isn't.

I would prefer to stick with "redemption isn't necessary".

People are the way they are.

Knowing that doesn't make you smart.

Getting them to do good makes you smart.

My damn problem is I cannot speak well.

It's terrible. I cannot properly put my thoughts into words.

People! Listen up! I have an idea.

Let's go back for the tram.

We take it apart over there, bring it over here piece by piece.

We assemble it here and we can continue our journey.

Hurray!

- Who are you? - We live here.

Look.

Don't help me.

Where is the frame? Window 11?

It's not here.

- It's not here either. - Or here.

Who brought it over? Who has seen it?

Never perform a job...

Never accept a job...

Alright, buddy.

Let's push it!

Push!

Push!

Push!

You haven't done such an expert job.

- How did you assemble it? - What have you done again?

- You will never assemble it right. - That's for sure.

You know nothing about it.

I can't do it, sadly.

If I can't do it, I shouldn't do it.

You see? They won't help one bit.

When something is wrong, they just stand around.

We should just forget about the whole thing.

Never let yourself be fooled.

If you have your wits about you, you'll do your own thing.

I could be an assistant in a warm shop.

I would even clean up if I was asked to.

I find that hard to believe.

Oh, believe me.

I want to sleep with you.

Me, too, believe me, I want you.

But I can't.

I can't go back like this. If my husband saw it, that would be awful.

You don't know how much the weight of a person can vary.

They can want to come, help, hold onto you

or give up, staying on the ground, pulling you down.

And when they want to help again,

they are much lighter, almost weightless.

And as they lose their faith again, their weight comes crushing down on you.

That's how it is.

See you around.

- You will catch a cold! - No, I won't!

I'm sick of it! I want to stay alone.

For once in my life I want to be alone!

You love someone and they don't love you back?

I don't love anyone.

I will just leave you, I hate the damn tram, I hate pushing it.

We came up with the depot.

I don't believe in you at all. Others might.

I don't want to take center stage. I don't want power.

I want to do something I find meaningful, something that shows I am right.

I only have one life and it's terrible

that days go by without joy and life passes us by and everything ends.

- Don't be impatient. - I am patient!

Please understand I am not the bright-faced boy you believe me to be.

I am past 30, you had a child at this age.

I want to have a child with someone.

I want a child, not spew outdated platitudes

and keep the beautiful family photos you have collected.

What are the essentials to be included in a backpack?

A toothbrush for a clean breath.

A soap so you can wash up and so your body can breathe.

A cloth so you have something to wipe sweat off your forehead.

Salt for sustenance with water.

A bit of paprika to give your food some color,

so you have a good appetite, which is important.

Tea to improve the water's flavor.

Medication: painkillers for toothaches and headaches, sedatives.

You are helpless in the face of pain.

Take a lot and hand it out freely,

except for money, people who owe money don't like you.

A few old photos to find strength. A watch.

Always know what you find important. Be selective.

Your belongings should always fit inside a backpack.

- The problem is we are in a valley. - You are right!

Let's keep pushing it until the middle of the incline so it sheds the water.

Push!

I hope you all rot in hell.

How much longer will this continue?

Rise, oh, sun

Oh, bright sun

The geese on the farms Will freeze to death

Rise, oh, sun Oh, bright sun

The geese on the farms Will freeze to death

My God, I am so dirty.

You're chilled.

You won't run up to papa, you little rascal?

Come here now.

One, two, let's go, off we go!

We are alive.

What a beautiful life!

Staying healthy is all that counts.

You, too, were scared, right?

Yes.

Were you scared, too?

I was.

- How about you? - I was scared.

You, too?

Eeny, meeny, miny, moe...

An angel has descended from the heavens

Shepherds

I've lived through this once.

Or was that a dream?

Why do you keep tormenting me with your dreams?

There are presents here.

- Are you scared? - I am not. You see how talented I am?

Damn, we got you!

What are you seeing?

Tell me.

What are you seeing?

Trees need to be decorates and tables need to be set sometimes.

I don't know why, but sometimes living is so nice.

I am only scared of old age, nothing else.

You know what it's like to wish for someone's death?

You are beautiful.

She wants all the men.

- Tell me, why are you with us? - What else should I do?

Should my carving say "I'm here" or "I was here"?

I have an advantage, I have a child.

What will you have?

When you get into trouble, hold your children tight, don't let go.

Feel free to leave if you want to.

Yes?

I don't think I can stay here any longer.

What's terrible is that I love you all very much.

My God, isn't this too much merrymaking?

Open your mouth, you rascal!

Never perform a job that doesn't match your abilities.

Get to know yourself and your interests.

Think of your future sometimes.

For a minute, think of your own future.

Try it!

Watch my face for a minute

and think of your own, personal future.

Let's go.

Come on!

Come on!

Come on!

Come on!

- Hey, people! - Come this way!

We are alive.

THE END