Nobody's Daughter

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NOBODY'S DAUGHTER

Not that way!

No... No...!

Out, Boris, out!

Out, Boris, out!

No...no...

To hell with you,

you wretch!

Get out of here!

You won't get any supper...

I apologize, Mother,

I promise I'll be good...

Let's shake on it then...

Come on...

- Now I've got you.

- Ugh!

Don't run away! Stop! Do

you want bread and honey?

Drive her off!

Drive her off!

The cow?

Drive her off!

No, Boris, no...

No, Boris, no...

Out, Boris, out...

Now I've got you,

Birdie...

I'll break your bones. I'll

eat you... eat you up...

I've wanted you

for a long time!

Do you know who I am?

I'm Uncle Rudi.

You're Uncle Pista.

I'm Uncle Rudi. I've just

come back from the front!

Don't you like Uncle Rudi?

You, nobody's child...

You're Uncle Pista!

Boriska...Boriska...

I want some too.

Ease up.

I want some too.

What's going on here?

Are you crazy?

To hell with you all...

Go to sleep. What are you

doing? The apple's gone.

Leave Csore alone.

Don't kick her.

Her behind hurts.

It was Pista...

Rudi, my foot...

Pista Kadarcs did it,

the pig.

Damn it!

Push me higher! It's my

turn. Push me higher!

Leave me alone. Get off,

now you push me.

Get off, it's my turn now.

You mustn't go in,

the floor's wet.

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You street urchin...

You would like some,

wouldn't you?

Want some?

This is for you, eat up.

Csore! Csore!

- What's that on your head?

- A hat.

- Give it to me.

- No, you'll spoil it.

Let me just try it on.

Just for a little while...

Just for a little bit...

Just for a little while...

Give it back!

Give it back!

If you give me your shirt,

you can keep it.

- For keeps?

- Yes.

- Is the shirt for keeps too?

- Yes.

Here.

Boris, Boris...

EENY MEENY MINY MO,

CATCH A TIGER BY THE TOE.

Will you ever stop?

Catch me if you can!

No, Boris, no... Boris...

Csore, damn you,

you little wretch!

I feed you, and you repay

me by taking

someone else's shirt.

What's that on your head?

Stand up straight.

And you, why are you such

a numskull?

Get out of here, damn you.

To hell with you.

Csore!

Damn it, I'm not going to

run around after you. Here.

- I don't want it.

- What did you say?

Take it at once.

Where did you get that melon?

Answer me, or I'll split

you in two.

In the field.

How did you dare pick it,

you rascal?

Have you learnt

stealing from me?

Listen to this, Dudas.

She's a thief.

A thief.

This rascal's a thief.

Go and lock the door.

She mustn't get away.

Come here.

You won't steal again.

Hold her hand.

What do you want to do

to her?

Hold her hand.

I'll teach this pig.

She won't steal again even

if it sticks to her hand.

Oh, my dear child...

You mustn't steal...

You see, I told Father

because I'm too weak

to teach you...

But now he really

taught you...

Come here.

Come here. I'll put some

sour cream on your hand,

and dress it with

this cloth.

Look, my hand got burnt

too...

because I pulled your

fingers away a little...

Only the tips of your

fingers got burnt...

But look at my hand...

It smoked,

it was so badly burnt...

You know, child, stealing

is the greatest sin...

Don't ever take anything

that isn't yours.

Here, everything belongs

to someone else...

You see, Rozsika or Zsofia

can take what they want.

Because they're at home...

But you mustn't take

anything...

You mustn't take anything

at all.

Because you have nothing.

Your skin... that's yours.

But you don't have

anything else here.

I've got a shirt.

What do you have,

you scum?

I've got a shirt.

You worm! Is it worth

caring for this wretch?

She's still thinking about

what belongs to her...

You scum, you! Say it

again! I've got a shirt.

You have melons,

but I've got a shirt!

Hold out your mug.

- Enough.

- Drink up.

- You come, too.

- I don't want any.

Where's your mug?

She doesn't want any,

the finicky pig.

I have no idea what she

would be willing to eat.

Get going.

I'll be punished

if you're late.

Get going.

I'm coming with you.

You would like Rozsi's

shirt, wouldn't you?

I'll tell Mother on you.

It wasn't her... she didn't

burn my fingers.

She loves me. She put

a bandage on my hand.

She doesn't love you.

You're not even her child.

You're only an orphan.

Bastard orphan!

Why don't you get going?

You don't have a mother,

we keep you for money.

Boris, hurry, we shouldn't

be late for school.

Five times two makes ten...

Six times two makes twelve...

Seven times two makes fourteen.

Eight times two makes sixteen.

one times three...

Two times three makes six...

Everybody's got clothes

but me.

Why don't I have

clothes...? Tell me.

I'm going away...

You hear me? I'm going

away. Let mother graze you.

Why are you following me?

I'm going away

and I'm not coming back.

They won't beat me any more!

Go back, go!

I'm going far away...

you can't come with me...

Go back, Boris.

Oh, all right.

But I'm telling you that

I won't bother with you.

Come with me, or stay behind,

but make up your mind.

Come on, let's drink...

Come on, Boris.

We'll have some water.

I'll draw some water for you.

Don't cry, Boris...

- And who are you?

- Boris is...

- What's your name?

- Csore.

And what's your real name?

Come in.

Come in, child.

Eat.

Come and eat.

What's your mother's name?

Mother.

But what do people call her?

Mrs. Szekeres? Mrs. Szabo?

Is she blond or dark?

Surely you know that...

Do you know where you live?

Far away.

What a silly little thing

you are...

How did you get here?

- I got lost.

- Where?

I went after my mother

with Boris.

Where did your mother go?

She went to the forest

to build a house.

She left early in the

morning...

She told me to wait for her

until the house was finished.

All right then, we'll go

to town tomorrow

and look for your mother.

There's an office there...

Look at this one.

Too thin...

But her soles are as hard

as iron.

She won't be delicate...

Well? ...Well?

All right then.

Come along.

Her? All right?

All right.

We'll see to the

formalities in the office.

That's her!

Are you sure?

Are you quite sure?

That's her.

What's this?

- Don't you dare touch her!

- I saw her first.

- Can't you see that she's sick?

- Then what?

- What's your name?

- Csore.

Csore...

Blow your nose...

That's it.

You're a clever little girl!

How old are you?

When did she come

to the Home?

Six years ago, as a baby.

How old is this little girl,

and how did she come

to the Home?

She's an orphan.

We called her State Daisy.

Mother unknown. No one's

ever claimed her. She's 7.

- I want this little girl.

- I'm going with Mother.

I'll tell you

who your mother is.

Everyone wants a state

orphan here, you silly.

For money everyone's ready

to be an orphan's mother.

She didn't want to come.

She even bit my hand.

So I tied her up.

They only gave us

one pair of shoes?

What did the lady say?

She said it was a good

choice.

- What's happened to her hand?

- She's burnt it.

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