Loves of a Blonde Page #3

I have a scar too.

I fell out of a tree.

- This isn't from a tree.

- It's not?

A rock, then?

A piece of glass?

It's from a razor blade.

You tried to commit suicide?

Because of my mom.

We don't get along.

Let's go to my room

and you can tell me everything.

- No. I've got to go.

- It was because of your mom?

I only got along with my dad.

They're divorced now.

- Come with me.

- No.

- Mine are divorced too.

- I have to go.

How did it happen?

You cut your--

Well, I thought the artery,

you know?

I thought it was the light vein.

I took a razor blade and it broke,

so I took another one.

I just kept cutting.

And I was crying.

- And the blood--

- Come, let's go to my room.

- No. I have to go.

- Look, I have another scar here.

- No, I have to go. Really.

- Come on.

Turn off the light, please.

I can't find you.

But I don't trust you.

I do trust you.

I've never trusted

anyone so much before.

- I told you at least a hundred times.

- No, you didn't.

- Didn't I?

- No, you didn't.

I don't have a girl in Prague,

I don't have a girl in Prague...

Stop it. That's enough.

- Sh*t, you'll choke me.

- So what?

- I won't be able to finish.

- Finish what?

Finish saying "I don't have a girl

in Prague, I don't have--"

Let me see.

Who gave that to you?

- It's from my mom.

- Your mom?

- You have a ring too.

- I got mine from my mom too.

We both have rings

from our mothers.

Why did you say

I was angular?

- I said you were angular?

- Yes, you did.

- Well, because you're angular.

- What do you mean?

Some women are round,

like a guitar, like this.

And you... look like a guitar too,

but one made by Picasso.

What's that?

A painter.

When painting a woman,

he painted her eye here

and her leg somewhere else.

I could tell you

about lots of other pictures.

Or he painted fingers like this.

- That's weird.

- Weird, yeah.

But I'm not like that?

No.

- Is that good or bad?

- What?

That I am like the Picasso guitar?

Well, that's good.

- Hi.

- Hi.

- Hi.

- Hi.

- Show me your hand.

- Why?

- Just show me your hand.

- Why?

- Where is your ring?

- I don't wear it anymore.

You don't wear it.

Where is it?

- I don't wear it.

- You don't wear it. Where is it?

Well, you didn't show up

for over a month, so there.

So I didn't show up for a month.

Where is the ring?

- It's mine, isn't it?

- So what if it's yours?

Where is the ring?

Where is it?

- At the dormitory.

- Then get on and we'll go get it.

Tonda.

Andula says

she can't give you the ring.

- Why not?

- Because she doesn't have it.

Doesn't have it?

Ask Andula to come to the window.

- What do you need it for?

- Hey, get lost. Call her.

- Andula says she can't come.

- How come?

She doesn't have time.

Get out. What do you want?

- Come here.

- Please, go away. Out.

- What are you doing?

- Don't be scared. Stand up.

Please. Go away.

What are you doing?

What is it?

Don't be scared.

Stop shouting, okay?

What are you doing?

Get out!

- This is my business, not yours!

- It's our business too. Get out!

She's our friend

and this is our room. Shut up.

Get up.

Do you hear me?

Get up.

Why are you staring at me?

Get up.

Don't touch me. You're disgusting!

You hear me?

You're disgusting,

like a beast.

Go away, please!

Go away. I don't want

to see you anymore.

Girls, look:

A girl's honor isn't just talk.

It really exists.

If you keep treating it

the way you do,

don't be surprised

if boys treat you badly.

If you go out with a different boy

every day, they talk about it.

Your whole life

lies ahead of you.

You want to be happy.

You want to marry a good boy

who will love you forever.

But you have to deserve it.

Think about it.

I think you should be looking

for a solution.

Girls, I think the words

of comrade teacher here

give us much to reflect on.

This deserves a pledge

from each of us,

a promise to improve ourselves.

I think we should vote on it.

Who's in favor?

Thank you.

Who's against?

Thank you.

Any abstentions?

Are you going to Prague?

Across the meadows ringing

Yippiyippiyee

The echo for me singing

Yippiyippiyee

When over the valley

fog is rolling

The boys are riding home

WhenJimmy mounts the saddle

my heart goes shivering

I can see the rider afar

flying away on his horse

Disappearing behind the rock

waving at me

Jimmy boy, I wanna join you

When across the meadow ringing

The echo for me singing

When over the valley

fog is rolling

The boys are riding home

Poppa.

- What is it?

- The doorbell.

Who would ring the bell?

It must have been on TV.

- Good evening.

- Good evening.

Does Milda Vasita live here, please?

He does.

You have business with him?

- Is he home?

- No, he's not.

What do you want?

Do you know

when he'll be back?

I really don't.

Sometimes early, sometimes late.

Do you know

where I could find him?

- Gosh, I don't. Momma?

- What is it?

Do you know when Milda is due home

or where he's playing?

I don't. He didn't say where

he was going or when he'd be back.

Hard to say. You should maybe

try and find him on your own.

- May I leave my suitcase here, please?

- Sure.

- Thank you. Good-bye.

- Good night.

Poppa, who was it?

Incredible!

She shows up late at night

at his parents' place.

Did Milda say

he was expecting her?

I asked nothing

and he offered nothing.

I can't get it off my mind.

With a suitcase.

- Was she young?

- Yes, she was young.

I didn't even know

he was going steady.

Yeah, like the boy is going

to tell you about his girlfriends!

Will you stop watching that TV?

I can't stop thinking about it.

I can't do anything. I can't even sew.

Can't get it off my mind.

I'm worried about him.

This is no small matter.

Finds himself a girl God knows where.

Did she tell you

where she lived?

I didn't ask.

He'll end up having to marry her,

and we don't even know where she's from.

You know what happens

with marriages like that.

Six months later, it's over.

And the kids

are the ones who suffer.

He hasn't mentioned marriage

and you're worried about the kids!

Don't make such a fuss about it.

This is awful.

Poppa, have a look

in her suitcase.

Are you crazy?

Open a strange woman's suitcase?

We might find out

something about her.

Yeah, the suitcase

will tell you for sure.

It's her you should have looked at,

not her suitcase!

I didn't speak to her, you did.

Who am I

to probe into her personal life?

You could have taken

a close look.

I did, but I didn't see anything.

What was I supposed to see?

Who knows

how this will turn out?

There's the doorbell again.

Excuse me, they locked the front door.

Could you please--

Could you open the door for me?

Wait a second. I'll get the key.

Poppa, who is it?

It's the girl:

Miss, wait a second.

Don't run away.

Don't run. Come in for a minute.

I'd like to ask you something.

- Come in for a while.

- No, I'd rather go.

Don't be scared. I won't hurt you.

Come in for a while.

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