Bread, Love and Dreams Page #7

Push!

Concettina told me that you're

not the midwife's husband.

- No.

- When is the wedding?

Who knows?

Old as you are, do you have

this young lady wait?

What old?

Marshal!

A boy!

Why do you cry?

It's happiness.

Stay calm.

You don't get started again!

God gave me that fancy, and

it's him who takes me.

Why did you bother to wait so long?

For Heaven's sake.

Shall we leave?

I'm back tomorrow morning.

- Thank you, marshal.

- No worries.

I did what I can. Thanks.

- Donna Annarella.

- I can walk now.

- Don't offend me. As people here say.

- He has reason.

- Goodbye.

- See you tomorrow.

Thanks again marshal. Goodbye.

- Engine problems?

- I turned it off, we're on a gentle slope.

- What a beautiful sunset.

- Very nice.

"It's the hour in which desire

touches the sailor's heart."

- You know it all.

- All what?

Don't play with my heart.

- I won't dare to.

- Then?

- Change the subject.

- Excuse me.

I should have know that your

heart is already involved.

You have lots of imagination.

Isn't it true then?

You could love me.

Since the very first day, I...

My God, help me, marshal!

- Are you hurt?

- No, and you?

I am in paradise.

Leave me, marshal.

Leave me in peace.

How could I see you again?

I beg you. Leave me.

Do we see again, Annarella?

What a day, Caramella!

What a day.

What do you do here?

Marshal, we have

to talk reservedly.

Do me a favor.

Don't show up till monday.

No, don't talk.

I ignore.

Understood?

I ignore...

- But marshal, it's duty.

- I beg you. Please go.

Annarella's maid brought it.

For me?

Go.

"Dear marshal,

your self-abnegation today,

"and your charming words,

made me lose my head.

"But I recovered my sense now,

and I urge you to forget it all.

"Forget what happened, and

forget about me.

"I could never reciprocate

your feelings neither now or ever.

"I could never reciprocate

your feelings neither now or ever.

"Don't ask me why. My reasons

are private.

"I will respect you forever,

Anna Mirtia."

No, it's impossible.

She can't make a fool of me.

Are you talking to yourself?

You know, today I've done a good deed.

- Yes.

- And how will destiny reward me?

Scoffing at me.

It is mocking me, Caramella.

It is mocking me!

- Marshal.

- What?

My mother would like to meet you.

- I'm delighted.

- God bless you.

My son is delighted to

be at your service.

He will leave tomorrow.

I know, anyhow, he will wait.

I'm sorry, but that's in the rules.

He is locked in my heart

and can not run away.

Do you hear? Lucky man.

I wish you the same.

Oh me, by now...

- I feel very honored madame.

- Take care.

Caramella! What's new?

Don't you know? She locked herself up

since three days.

She wants to see nobody, and

doesn't attend the mass,

and the balcony isn't decorated.

I don't get it.

Me neither.

Look the procession. Maybe

Saint Antony will be graceful.

Look at Saint Antony, marshal.

- You saw?

- Pray for Saint Antony.

This matter has to cease.

Who is this?

Friends.

- Who?

- Friends.

You? And why?

- May I?

- Yes, but you don't have to.

You forced me.

I forced you to?

Yes, because you can't play

with my heart, dear miss.

The other night I took a step

no other woman lead me to,

and after you gave

me a sweet certainty,

you said "nothing doing", point blank.

But i won't give up.

If I had written a similar letter

to you, you'd have thought:

"This marshal is a womanizer,

a Don Juan, or worse..."

You have no right to do that.

It's different. I'm a lady.

What lady? We are equals now.

I vote, you vote.

I am a marshal and you're a midwife.

Certain female privileges are over.

You roused a great

passion in my heart.

I offer you my life. I won't give up.

I'll never give up.

Unless you're playing two-timer.

What do you mean?

I mean if you have someone else in Rome...

My son lives in Rome.

You're a widow?

No.

Divorced?

- Not at all.

- Divorced from a foreigner?

No, that's why I can't and won't marry you.

You could understand or realize by

the way I wrote, after all that happened,

I had serious reasons.

Now, you know everything.

Is the same old story of the young

girl seduced and abandoned.

But I didn't make a fuss about it,

I worked...

and I still work, for my son.

It makes you honorable.

Thank you. Thanks for the respect.

Now you understand why I couldn't...

I was wrong in giving you hope.

A moment of weakness.

I'm sorry.

I'm not a woman you could marry.

I know, the army won't

let me, but I will resign.

- Oh my God, what's that?

- Fireworks.

It's true. How stupid.

Come on. You don't like fireworks?

- What will people say?

- What they'll say?

That the marshal is crazy

about the midwife, and that's true.

That's the holy truth.

Come on Annarella, everybody

must see that we're engaged.

The marshal is crazy about the midwife.

Greetings, marshal.

Greetings, Fantassine.

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