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Let us ponder rather

about that inner victory of the spirit.

And now it is time

to ask the Secretary

to announce the verdict,

and Mr Rector to hand the prizes.

By a majority vote

the first award goes to

fourth year student Maria Piechowiak.

Come along, don't bother daddy.

Quiet him down! He's being a nuisance.

And lastly a commendation

to Konrad Raczyk of Torun.

Come forward, please.

Can I ask you something, Mr Rector?

- Do you like Dostoyevsky?

- What?

- You're injured!

- Don't exaggerate.

Mind what you're doing!

Little cupid, are you?

- What?

- Nothing.

You've got too weak a head.

It's good enough for me.

Has something happened?

No.

Did he hurt you?

He didn't hit you?

Heavy words, but lighter still

than the lips which weight them.

So with excess we fill the air,

Hoping in echoes

to find our faces portrayed.

But this world is only our world,

A blizzard of names,

a mist of identities.

I want to see that Raczyk's paper.

And kick him out of the camp.

Arrange it with the students.

Life!

Life... everlasting concern.

Hoping for rightness of roads,

not their names.

Even when full moon

sounds in delusive syllables,

So many images trickle

away like rainwater.

It's stuffy in there,

isn't it? I'd go in, but...

Yes. Excuse me.

Tell me. What's got into Raczyk?

Not here. Let's walk away.

He's got guts.

Guts? It was totally absurd.

Why? Would you have dared?

Maybe not.

But still it was sheer imbecility.

It was not.

Never mind. The point is

the Rector wants him out of here.

I'd like your advice

on how to handle it.

I think that maybe...

We'd best talk to him. Tell him...

To leave.

Or he'll get himself sent down.

- Either way he's got to go.

- We'll all leave.

- Rector's orders.

- Orders?

I wish I could believe

he's innocent! Do you?

We'll think of something.

You're his classmates.

Persuade him to leave.

By the next bus.

Why not hitch-hike?

Or get a lift from the Rector?

If he doesn't leave,

they'll throw him out.

Rector's orders, Master's orders...

Felled tree, forgive me

for the table's four legs...

Great questions,

forgive me for small answers.

Truth, don't watch me too closely.

Solemnity, be magnanimous.

Oh Mystery of Being, bear me

plucking threads from your train.

Judge me not,

Soul, that I have you so rarely.

Forgive me, Everything,

that I cannot be everywhere.

Forgive me, All of You, that I cannot

be everyman and everywoman.

I know, as long as I live,

nothing justifies me.

For I am my own barrier.

Forgive me, Speech,

for borrowing pompous word,

and then try in vain

to make them sound airy.

He's locked himself in

and refuses to talk.

Perhaps you'd go, sir.

I'm sure he'd see you.

All right.

No. Go and soak up some culture.

I'm not here!

Listen to me.

Interesting...

- Too hot?

- Yeah.

Cut it out! It's so old.

In that case, beat it!

Now see here...

Are you deaf? Get lost!

Let go!

- Or else, I'll cut you!

- Try!

Have you gone mad?!

Crazy.

What's he doing here?

You let us invite him, Mr Rector.

All right. But have him out of here.

We're off.

Could you spare me a moment?

Just a second.

It's about that incident.

The kid's unhinged

and had one too many as well.

I ordered to kick him out!

But he's in very bad shape.

Mr Franek!

Sorry for saying it, but he's sick

and he ought to stay till tomorrow.

Call the police and see to everything.

I was hoping you'd give me a lift.

But I won't!

Mr Rector!

Stop bothering me!

Mr Master!

What?

Got kicked in the ass?

I did.

Not the first or the last time.

But you deserved it.

For being saucy.

- And stupid.

- Why?

One, it was ineffectivel.

Two, it was inconsistent.

Three, it was thoughtless.

The Chief's bound to dig it up.

He remembers everything it suits him to.

- And... where was l?

- Four.

Four, it was needless.

I'm sorry.

That twerp deserves to be thrown out.

I think he's got something

wrong with the head.

Defence always offers

psychiatric evaluation.

And you insist on defending him;

it makes you feel good.

You didn't see him.

In fact you wish to give him hiding.

He makes you mad,

and puts you in a bad situation.

But you defend him.

You want to be noble to the end.

What bad situation?

Because he isn't

inconsequential like you.

You want to be brave and cautious,

honest and wise.

But you can't afford

that touch of wildness.

I'm afraid this will

always be the case.

How do you know?

Because you're terrified of the truth.

You can only face half-truths.

You blind yourself

to people's true nature.

I have a rough idea of that and,

you may like it or not,

I've made my choice.

You certainly have.

You're so proud of that call.

There are things in this world

the philosophers never dreamt of.

Especially here on earth.

You want the real story?

That bastard and l

we went to the same university...

Goodbye.

Perhaps we'll meet

in Yugoslavia next year.

Dubrovnik, I hope.

Well, Jakub, all the best.

- Mind those apples.

- They'll be all right.

The fish underneath.

I've a favour to ask. You're staying?

They'll be here soon. Take care of it.

All right. But in return change this.

He's left.

Where was l?

Oh yes, we worked together.

We were on the same year.

Then he started...

he started to cook my goose.

He was good at that. I must admit.

In the end I had to do a deal.

I wrote that thesis for him.

Your friends wouldn't have found much.

I have the original.

I can show it to you. It's not bad.

- Did you have to do it?

- No.

I did it for the sake

of peace and quiet.

- And you've got it?

- Absolutely.

Should anything happen now,

he has to cover me.

I have a hold over him.

Jakub!

You've just made that up?

You wish I had!

Having a boss like that hurts.

Don't worry, I shan't force you

to look at those papers.

- As there aren't any.

- As far as you're concerned.

You're honest and smug.

I wouldn't show you

even if you asked.

One thing still intrigues me.

You said he was good

in cooking people's geese.

And you?

So was l.

But that was long ago.

Before you were born.

How old are you?

Twenty six.

Born in 1 950.

Yes... You were a child then.

All right. So what?

Nothing. It's an old story.

I lost interest.

I'm lazy.

Besides... Excuse me.

Jakub.

The Rector asked to see

to that pup's eviction.

How about you?

As you can see I'm busy.

This cabin?

- Police. Open up!

- Do it yourselves!

- Open up!

- No!

- Got a spare key?

- He's got it.

You'll have to break the window!

- I repeat, open up!

- No!

- Lay off me!

- Easy.

What have I done to you?

Take it easy.

Put some clothes on.

If he behaves, sergeant, let him go.

He's done nothing very terrible.

Of course. Thank you.

Mr Master!

Get up! I've something to show you.

Get Up!

At this hour? Cut it out!

Get up! Be a pal!

You'll see a fantastic scene.

Point that thing away!

All right, but get up. Superior's orders.

Get stuffed!

Hurry, or you'll miss it.

There's a good boy!

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