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...sensuality...

...sensuality.

Miss von Krusenstjerna managed

just fine with director Molander.

Congratulations.

It was thanks to Mr. Sprengel.

I'm said to have a sharp tongue...

I hope for a frank criticism when Mr.

Sprengel has finished reading my new book.

You're not afraid of my criticism,

Miss von Krusenstjerna?

I am, but I want it anyway. I admire

everything you have written immensely,

You may call me Agnes.

Being an author is to go to war.

It takes courage to have talent.

Do you have courage, Agnes?

Do Agnes also have courage to go

for a ride with me in the swan?

I thought it was forbidden

to use the props?

The forbidden is

the most alluring...

You must be mad!

You're mad!

Reasonable people adapt themselves to

the world and become boring.

Unreasonable people attempt to adapt

the world to themselves.

All progress depends on unreasonable

people, said Shaw. David Sprengel agrees.

Don't judge me by my outer shell. The best

fishing is at the greatest depth.

If you won't love me,

I'll drown myself.

The water is wet this year.

Haven't Agnes got a heart?

Agnes is cold and heartless. Even

the flies has hearts, but not Agnes.

There are strings in the human heart

that had better not be vibrated, said Dickens.

And Agnes agrees.

Loving, is life.

The rest is nothing.

I'm grown up now, father.

You must adapt to us.

I don't fit in here. We have

nothing to say to each other.

We hide our thoughts with talk!

It may be cruel, but I have

to tell the truth.

You don't know who I am, and you're

not interested in finding out.

If you knew what goes on inside me,

you would be horrified.

You are ill.

No, I'm fine!

It's you who are ill, mother! You're

just standing there half living, half dead!

Ask for forgiveness! We who were

hoping for you and Gerhard!

He probably loathes you.

Do I want Him?

I Can't get married now.

I need to write. Not girlish

journals, but real novels.

I need to find the truth within me.

About love, and eroticism.

I want to write about important things.

Wild and uninhibited, mother!

I need to experience the world alone,

and try myself, and the world.

Mother...!

Forgive me, mother...

I need to write...

...in order to sort out my life.

A MUSIC BOX IS PLAYING

Isn't it amusing?

Many thanks!

I'll show you how to handle it.

I'll manage by myself.

I have thought about you all this

time. Did you think about me?

Maybe you've met someone else

who was more intriguing?

Well, that's fine.

I think I fell in love.

But he was so different.

I don't know if I love him.

He frightens me a little.

He claims he loves me.

Solemn words...

At first you have to like a person,

isn't that right? What would Adolf say?

If we got engaged?

I don't know... if I want...

Is it your writing?

I have nothing against you writing

a little now and then, but...

First you'd like to have a family.

That responsibility comes first, right?

And I don't want people to say

"he who is married to the authoress".

I want you to be proud of me!

Not the other way around?

I don't like your tone.

Maybe you don't

like me... at all?

Agnes...

You know I like you.

We belong together somehow.

Adolf was my best friend. We belong

to the same circle of acquaintances.

What are you up to?

Agnes, what are you doing? Calm, calm...

I don't want to be kissed!

We have so much to discuss.

I want to finish my degree. Then

we'll get married, and move to Uppsala.

Don't go!

I won't.

I just want to plan our future.

The present is more important than the future.

Gerhard... Agnes...

You are about to kiss...

We just got engaged.

So, you got engaged...

...I'm... happy for you... of course..

...and I'd like to... congratulate.

But I'd wish that you'd told me

so I would have been better prepared.

You're supposed to be...

my best friend.

But Adolf, now we'll become

brother-in-laws too, and family.

You probably never cared about me.

You have only come here for Agnes.

Sure, I care about you.

You have never even given me a thought!

I'm sorry...

I never though I'd...

...see you and my sister

kiss each other...

Well, Agnes, you're rich now.

At least our family will be pleased.

Agnes, come here.

The three of us will stick together. Right?

There, there...

Fly? No!

Yesterday I found a spider in my soup.

Boys!

Put it under the chair!

This tragic turn of the year should

maybe have been celebrated calmer!

Knut, should give the boys

in the trenches a thought!

The war is fought

not far from our borders!

Don't worry,

Sweden will remain neutral.

Adolf:
Wake up.

You have to be sociable.

Now that you're engaged.

I've written a verse in your honor.

You're not the only poet in the family.

The good wife

in agony, sweat and toil.

Her beloved husband spoil!

Bravo!

How elegant!

The wife keeps quiet

while her husband discusses.

She is her husbands wife,

his property, his female other half.

Anyone who finds a good wife

find the way to happiness.

Next time, he'll offer her the ring, and

Agnes will never break free from us then.

So much pain, so many tears

in the circle of a ring.

Agnes...

Agnes, it's almost twelve o'clock.

We have to return to the others.

Our family wants to raise their glass

to the new year.

But this year has been so awful

Nothing but war and death.

Those things has nothing to do with us.

Come now, and try to cheer up.

Stay with me, and kiss me

and say that you love me.

Do you?

You know I do.

You never say it voluntarily.

The family means more to you than I.

But, you belong to the family.

Do you believe in God?

I believe in myself.

I'm getting tired of this.

Let's go.

Engaged people can spend

time alone, can't they?

Not when it's new years eve, as we are

celebrating with our parents. Let's go now.

You're afraid to be

alone with me.

Your eyes are so cold!

You're acting strange again.

Aren't I almost as cute

as Ava now?

Yes, you are very pretty.

don't you think, Gerhard?

Good night.

Good night, son.

You are hurting me, Ava!

What cold hands you have!

What sharp little nails!

Gerhard says he is very tired.

He wants to go to bed.

SOMEONE KNOCKS ON THE DOOR

Who is it?

Agnes.

Put your hands in the air.

A ship comes loaded with peppermints.

Beda will teach you how to make them.

Since it's Gerhards

favorite candy.

Here's a bag for you too,

sister Maja.

You can go now.

But promise you'll be back.

You're wondering what I'm doing here.

It has nothing to do with Gerhard.

I thought so.

Do you know what love is?

Love is the purpose of life!

I long for love!

I'm afraid of love.

You won't find love in this house.

I have met someone else.

He was so different

As from another world.

Do you know what love is?

The big love? It's a ghost

everyone speaks about.

But few has seen it. When one is in love

everything is so evident.

I'm filled with doubt.

You have the right to be.

Gerhard's eyes are so cold!

Don't repeat my mistake. Run

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