Constantin si Elena Page #2

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You are now young, handsome and strong,

You know how to get along.

Later you see that all this mess

Will leave you with nothingness:

Your hands won't listen,

your eyes won't see,

You'll have a bitter question:

"Am I living pointlessly?"

It's summertime, birds are singing

And the crickets play with dew,

One ear seems deaf to you.

Sometimes both, all two.

So true...

Children grow up around you

Each one grows clever, too.

They have homes and good jobs start,

Then their children steal your heart.

Your grandchildren are precious bloom

That inherit life and overcome doom.

Think the world of them, my friend,

From now till the ruthless end.

Even though you have no choice

And get weary of their tinkling voice,

Follow your thoughts, old and wise,

For they are your next lives.

And after all, my friend, if all of this

Doesn't bring a perfect bliss,

You can say out loud, it's true:

"Be it as it may, life is beautiful!"

Bravo!

You see?

- It's true...

- This is not that old...

It's true, it is!

- We live on through our children.

- We do, don't we?

You described me well in your poem,

hearing with one ear...

But it's not just you!

With one deaf ear, ah?

Do YOU hear with one ear?

- No, I hear with both ears.

- You do, but you hear less.

If nothing else, my hearing is OK.

I hear pretty well, too,

but I don't understand much.

It's just not clear...

When I listen to the news...

I only hear... and understand that lady...

...Gabriela. Vranceanu-Firea.

I can understand everything she's saying.

The others don't make sense to me.

- Look how beautiful it is!

- Didn't I tell you...

I'll clean it again, after

you put the wire...

I leave these glasses here

and go out with the black ones.

I go see if that wire fits.

If it doesn't, I'll think

of something else.

Check on the cows.

See if they're alright...

Make sure the calf doesn't

suck his mother dry.

Spring

Come on, get out, you ugly cat!

Here.

- Don't you sing to her?

- Sorry?

- You don't sing to her, like usual?

- What?

To the cow, when milking

her, don't you sing?

I didn't understand.

I asked if you don't sing anymore,

when you milk the cows.

- Sing to her?

- Yes, so that she'll give you her milk.

We praise You, God...

I sat many days at my window

Waiting for you to pass by.

But you went some other way, Gheorghita,

Our paths didn't cross... Good bye!

Had you come, I would've told you many,

Many things I had inside.

I gathered for you feelings plenty

That would have made you

change your mind...

Next time you come, believe me,

Grab my waist passionately,

Hold my head against your chest,

And then kiss me with no rest!

We were once young...

Nice to remember our youth's songs.

- We weren't young!

- Of course we were!

We were all worn out from working.

Yes, we were, but we had courage...

strength...

While now, I weave these for our funerals.

Our youth was only on Sundays,

when we went to the dances. To the balls.

- But we did have the dances, the balls...

- Yes, those were nice.

- The girls came with their mothers...

- So they did.

Our mothers were holding our jackets

while we were...

Nowadays, you see, girls sit in bars,

smoking cigarettes...

No one listens to "mummy" or "daddy" now.

In truth, it was better when we were young.

Home! Now!

Home, ugly duck! Or else...

All these TV shows are

just a bunch of lies!

They want us to believe

that all that is true!

They're trying to fool us.

- Why do you watch it if you don't like it?

- I do like it, but why do they lie?

I watch it because I like it.

This is an art, made by talented men, you know.

What's to like about it?

You don't have to believe

everything you see.

You told me not to start this set of carpets.

Didn't I finish them?

- What?

- These rugs.

You told me "No, no, don't start weaving a

new set, you won't finish, won't finish"...

- I didn't want you to work so hard.

- But it's spring time, we need to move the loom...

Yeah, but you've worked day and night.

Yes, I did.

You worked too hard!

- But what if one of us died?

- What?

If one of us dies, what will you do?

If I die, you'll keep them.

No, I'll give them out at the burial.

How can you give so much work away?!

You work so hard and then

you give them at a funeral?

Yes, but this way people will remember you.

They'll know you made something out of your life,

something beautiful with your own hands...

- It's a good thing.

- You still die.

Whether you made carpets or not,

you still end up in the ground.

True, but it's better to be remembered

for something you've done.

People will leave the funeral

with a good impression.

We don't all die on the

same day, you know...

That's life.

- Don't you take the one below?

- Take what?

- The one below.

- I don't. I'll move it all in one piece!

Right...

TV's plug...

Leave that... And carefully take this one.

- What if this one falls on my head?

- It won't.

How do you know?

- Don't you take that one, first?

- No.

This goes first, and then the other piece

will go straight in the right place.

Wait...

I hope that one won't fall.

When I left the convent,

mother-nun gave me a loom.

It was light, unlike this giant here.

Whoever saw us carrying it,

thought we're carrying our crosses.

They didn't know what we were doing...

Let it go.

That's it.

- Have you seen that, dear?

- I did.

I did see you are the bravest.

- Good, I'm gonna lay something...

- Oh, I got so tired!

You did?

You'll rest at Easter.

Take the table.

Let's put it in its place.

Constantin, Constantin...

The neighbors will yell at us:

"Your house is on fire!"...

Oh, nonsense!

Oh, dear!

See, and you said we shouldn't clean it...

I didn't say we shouldn't.

- Is it such a big deal?

- I said we shouldn't do it now.

Not now? When then? After Easter?

I thought we'd only tidy up a little...

Ah, doggy, what are you doing?

Get out of here!

Why only fresh grass?

I brought a little for the chickens. Here!

- It's enough! Don't waste it on chickens!

- I am done.

- You gave them a lot.

- I did.

Are you saving it?

See, I put that there, so

you don't go up the attic.

Remember when you left me in the attic,

waiting with the wine wicker,

while you were telling stories to Vasile?

But, hey! It's good that

you have someone at all!

For whom would you wait to bring you down?

If it wasn't your old man?

You weren't that old back then...

- Wasn't I?

- You weren't that old. You were a bit...

A bit more youthful?

Oh, dear!

I've been a greybeard since I got married.

Listen...

How can you not be a graybeard at 83?

But... were you already

And I still mow the grass,

and dig, and carry things on my back...

Ibreed our two cows with my back's work...

I do it and I'm 83!

Well, it's good that you can!

I can, I can't... I must!

We have grandchildren, great-grandchildren,

another one on the way...

Don't they need milk?

- Don't we also need milk?

- Yes. Definitely.

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