Antonia's Line

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Already at dawn Antonia knew that her days were numbered.

She also knew that her last day had come.

She was not bad, but in contrast to the most-

-Did Antonia when the measure was filled.

She would call in those she loved.

Then she would close her eyes and die.

Farmer Bass would cobble coffin.

Olga, Russian, would sweep her with great delicacy.

It would not be something to be ashamed of.

Her grandchildren would sit by her side-

-for she wanted to know exactly how Dden-

- would bring her beloved grandmother to himself.

And...

It's time to die.

She got up to begin its final day.

Is this?

Yes. Here it is.

It does not look like much.

It did not 20 years ago when I moved, either.

It has not changed.

It is not particularly beautiful, but at least it is quiet.

Were you born here?

Shortly after the war, Antonia home to bury his mother.

But the mother was still alive.

Your useless lump! Your shameless thief!

Just to let you know that I know.

Do you think I'm blind?

I do not see that you take them in the alley behind the church?

Completely gone. But as difficult as ever.

Your hypocritical wretch! Piece of sh*t!

She is right. Father was a dirty old man.

He's been dead for 30 years.

I have come home now, mother.

I came as fast as I could.

This is my daughter, Danielle.

Get out of my sight! Vipers!

False and ruthless! Boozer! Your perverse lecher!

Evil! Vicious and diabolical was you!

The Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit ...

Antonia?

Olga!

Antonia...

And, mor.

Too late, as usual.

Just like your father. Amen.

Vila i frid, mor.

Though it seems unlikely.

That's Chiel. We met some.

Hello, Chieltje!

What old he has become.

There lives Krum finger. We were good friends.

I wonder how he made it through the war?

It's Crazy Madonna. She becomes moonstruck and barks.

Then the Protestant Furious.

He stands over her, in several ways.

That's Russian Olga caf.

She is also a midwife and liksveperska.

Where men pee on Saturday nights.

Then it stinks so that the nails kroknar.

And the nuns ... They apparently have not died out yet.

It is of course nonsense. But it belongs to.

If you look at ... the black sheep's back.

Proficient observed. Are you both drunk and blind now?

Just as hot-tempered and ugly as they did before

but you've got a well-layered girl.

Look at my sons, thoroughbred stallions both. Available to marriage.

Ready for breeding. It would be something for your girl?

Olga? A gin tack.

I have a daughter to offer too.

She is certainly retarded but strong as a pregnant sow.

And bridal chest has been full time.

Deedee! Kom hit!

Are you deaf, kid? Come in, I said.

Come, so they can watch you. Come now.

A hearty bite. Here you should see.

Does anybody want?

Hello there! Where will you go?

Drink the beer and shut your dirty mouth.

Antonia and Danielle returned to Antonia's roots.

They settled in the pink house.

They lived their own life, and the villagers found themselves in it-

- that you accept crop failures, malformed children

- and the obvious, albeit unreasonable, in God's omnipresence.

There was one who was happy to Antonia had returned.

Krum Finger never went outside the door-

- as Antonia took his daughter with him on a visit.

Remember how we used to walk in the woods?

The forest got to see a lot of, it.

- How's your wife? - Good. Just great.

Come on, you idiot.

Came back! You ungrateful dog!

Your miserable swine! Came back!

Admittedly figured lip slower than others-

- but when he chose Antonia went quickly.

Farmer Bas had only lived in the village for 20 years-

- which complicated relations with other farmers, but not with Antonia.

Now the church well get drunk.

Backward Deedee lived on a large farm with parents and two brothers.

As the men yelling and screaming was noted there that the women said nothing.

Where the hell are my Sunday shoes?

Have you seen my shoes?

A voluminous woman, it was her. Coba.

She was drunk on moonshine before the fair.

Then she dung cart and pushed his way between the church visitors.

Here is Bertje. His father was in the textile industry.

Krumfinger Bertje and I were friends.

He was an insurgent and hid Jews in the attic.

Someone turned him in, and they were shot them all.

And who did not dare to give him last rites?

Hello?

Anybody home?

I...

I would like to talk to you.

About what?

About us...

If the marriage ... I was thinking ...

You are a widow, and my wife is dead.

You are a beautiful woman ...

My sons need a mother.

I do not need your sons.

Not?

No.

- Do you not a man? - Why?

Feel free to come and help us with things we can not do themselves.

It would be nice if we could get some help.

What do I get in return?

A cup of coffee, fresh eggs, vegetables.

Everything I own.

Well then. I'll think about it.

Behave yourselves, boys.

Beware.

Bass came regularly and Antonia gave him his friendship

But no more than that so far.

- I would borrow the saw. - I'll get it.

I can do that.

Holy sh*t!

Ta said!

Pips! Pips!

Little friend...

I'll bake a cake for you ...

S and ...

Then, you get to swim ...

And tomorrow you should get new glasses.

The village obviously knew everything.

But they were silent as the grave Pitte been close to getting into.

When the wounds were healed disappeared Pitte- no one knew where.

"Kaka flock together," said Antonia.

Deedee and lip found each other.

- Have Krum Finger seen it? - He only cares about books.

It's not good. There is so much I can not.

So Danielle started art school. She was happy.

Days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into years.

Antonia sowed and Danielle painted, the fields were green and yellow.

Done? Drag.

Mother?

Mother!

I want to have children.

How did you get such thoughts?

Barn?

A man, then? Should not you have a husband, too?

No. I do not think so.

It only becomes difficult if we take someone from the village.

Farmers are just sner-

- and they do not look further than the next korumpa.

Take a deep breath.

Through the nose! In a few months we will go to standard

- and where we find the father of your child.

What is this?

There seems to be a home for fallen women.

Will they ever be able to get up? We go.

Come in. Come and sit.

Come and sit.

For my part, I can not imagine anything better than being pregnant.

This is my second and, believe me:

It's not mating act that is important, and not the child.

It is very wearing and giving birth. That's wonderful.

We are looking for ...

- ...a man. - A man? Who is not?

A man who can ...

... impregnate me. There is a child, I want-not a man.

He does not know.

As they say:
What you do not know can not hurt you.

I'll do it.

Here.

Stylish motorcycle!

What He supports himself on faith?

- Does he have good genes? - We are related.

One more time.

- Did you see the stars? - No. Should it?

- It learns to help ... - It is probably not well.

- I'm starving. - It's a good sign.

We are a fertile offspring.

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