Felix and Otilia Page #7

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I'm in love father, I'm in love with a man

I shouldn't be with.

Is he married?

He's not of the same faith.

Ah, catholic or protestant?

It's allowed, it's allowed.

He's not a Christian father.

Then what the devil;

God forgive me! He's not a Turk is he?

- He's Jewish.

- An Israelite?

Did you sin with him?

No, not yet.

What should I advise you to do?

The unclean one is testing you hard.

I'd say that if you bring a pagan

to the Christian flock.

It's called winning a soul for Heaven,

isn't it?

What should I advise you to do?

How about your mother, aunt Aglae.

What does she have to say about this?

But she's mad love.

She did, of course she did, God.

But if you have saved yourself...

Poor you, how much you must have suffered...

now that you're not that young anymore.

It is what it is father.

I'm not young anymore and I'm also ugly.

Never mind, you're not ugly.

The Devil is ugly! He's black!

Nevermind, the world is full of sin.

But will he marry you?

What do I know father?

You're not among the worst in the world.

Greetings, miss. How are you?

Mister Weissman, I've been expecting you.

You promised you'd come upstairs

for an clair.

I'm doing very well. Perhaps you can

serve me downstairs, in the saloon.

Anyway, I'll come. But first I have

to give your father an injection.

You know, you don't stay here for long and

then you leave. Really?

How are young man?

Sculpting, sculpting!

Are you ready, Mister Tulea?

Mister Weissman, I feel very well,

rejuvenated.

Easy, easy...

Are you crazy? Do you think I can

give you a shot in the garden?

Mother, father's become a saint.

Don't prick him anymore.

He's weak and out of blood.

Yesterday, he got a needle in his finger

and no blood came out.

Our family doesn't have any blood...

Don't prick him, he's sick.

The family is sick.

You have cookies.

Bravo!

Who baked all these, miss?

Your father? Please have some more.

Do you like them?

Thank you, I still have some.

I'll take some more later.

You're not used to opening the blinds?

It's more comfortable, cooler.

Yes. Do you have something to tell me?

You know Mister Weissman,

I don't have any prejudice.

If I loved an Israelite, I would take him

regardless of what people had to say.

What do you mean, Miss.

I don't know if you know,

but I only partake in free love.

Free love?

Please don't be upset but you are

going through an erotic crisis.

You sir are a doctor,

I've been like this for a long time.

But I am disarmed in this situation, miss.

What can I do?

You need an energetic man,

and forget about marriage.

It won't be long until this odious,

bourgeois institution will be repealed.

Do you think I am ugly?

Don't leave! Am I really that ugly?

Who told you that? You're no more ugly

or beautiful than other women. That's that.

But I am ugly, I'm ugly.

Go! I've bored you, forgive me.

But how did the world get you

into this condition?

Look, I'll stay some more.

If you think it will make you happy.

I think so.

But quickly, I have classes at four o'clock.

Mister Felix and Miss Otilia,

here is a less picturesque place.

Please forgive me.

Mister has been wonderful.

And I love this ancient castle.

Can I go up?

You know you are my mistress.

All you can see belongs to you.

But why don't you fix it?

I was just thinking if it's worth

spending the money.

You see, Mister Felix, this estate

belonged to my father.

The peasants destroyed it.

They cut the administrator

into pieces with axes.

He was a very good and loyal man.

Loyal to you.

Can a young man such as you believe

that brutality is a solution?

I don't know the peasants very well but,

judging by what I see

I can't think that they are very happy.

Pascalopol, who are they?

These are the peasants I use to pick fruit.

Hey! Hey you!

Can't you hear?

Come here! Here!

What's your name! Yes sir!

You know me...

you know me, boyar!

Pandele, come here.

Greetings boyar.

Increase the apple ration, make them happy.

Thank you! Good health to you!

Odd, this peasant.

Indeed, I've seen him somewhere else

but I don't remember where.

This was a very unpleasant incident.

I'm sorry.

In general, I will seek to liquidate anything

that ties me to this backwards agriculture.

My father, although a land owner,

had very little to do with this estate.

He lived mostly in Athens and when he was

in the country he never left Bucharest.

I rely mostly on gardening, raising cattle.

And horses.

If I were to leave the country for good,

I would sell it all without regret.

I would only take the horses with me.

I love them to much.

But your peasants must be very poor.

They're not as poor as they seem.

When I hired them,

I didn't get a very good deal.

I should have sold the estate a long time

ago. In fact, I tried.

But I didn't get a very good price.

These peasant uprisings

have scared buyers away.

The peasants are very backwards around here.

They have no schools, no...

And there you go, Mister Felix,

your future profession has come up.

Doctors aren't exactly crowding

to come to these places.

That's the way it is, first

the peasants situation needs to improve.

Usually, the doctor is called in too late,

when there's nothing left to do.

I hold your profession in great regard.

Our faith today pails in front of science.

- I think we ought to step down.

- Are we there?

I hope it will be easy to fix.

Felix, take the dog.

Thanks!

Oh, how soon autumn comes!

I'll go look for a flower.

Do you see any flowers in the field?

- Come on, Felix, let's look. Are you coming?

- Yes, I am.

Come on, quickly.

Who's there?

Sir! It's us, boyar.

- Is that you Lepadat?

- Me!

- And where are you taking them?

- Up to the through, boyar.

- Did you lose any?

- No, but we left two down at the forestry.

They're not pulling well on the yoke.

Take them to the market.

You can sell them today.

Yes sir!

Felix, I'm afraid. They're terrible.

Why aren't you careful, my darlings?

Lean on to me.

Mister Felix, don't kid around. Leave them!

Let's go.

Lucky nothing happened.

This is Cristina, my mother's grandmother.

And he also one of my relatives, an Italian.

He lived in the 1800's; I forgot his name.

I met doctor Sima in lasi. Your father.

- You resemble him, isn't so Miss Otilia?

- Yes, Yes.

He would have become famous.

You see, Mister Felix, we come into

the world with great thoughts.

We make plans and when we go about fulfilling

them something comes in the way.

Maybe I am that kind of a loser myself.

You see, my aspirations

are of an artistic nature.

And will be realized in miss Otilia.

- How do I look?

- Admirable.

May I offer it to you?

Pascalopol is a cute man,

and he's so Ionely.

Can we go for a swim? Iet's go.

What is this world?

Otilia you tell me

Nothingness makes jokes

Like a loiter demon.

What is this world?

What is, what is... what?

I'm consulting all the philosophers.

Plato and Socrates

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