Nobody's Daughter Page #2

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There, there, my little

darling. How hot he is.

She ran away from

the farm.

The woman only wanted

her cow back.

Don't cover him

with the blanket.

Come here, let me have

a look at you.

What are you afraid of?

What's your name?

The lady called her Daisy.

State Daisy... but she

doesn't answer to it.

What did your former

foster mother call you?

Answer me when I ask you

a question.

Is she this difficult?

Who does she think she is?

- Here's some milk, drink it.

- I don't want it.

Doesn't she drink milk?

To hell with you!

You're not here to pick

and choose!

Take her to the stable to

the old man. I'm fed up.

If you don't like it,

leave it.

Get going!

Well, Old Lord, here's

your granddaughter.

Zsabamari said

she'd be living with you.

Isn't the house large

enough for all of you?

Just make sure that Zsabamari

doen't see the fire.

She's already said the

potatoes were going fast.

And what are you standing

here for? Go to bed.

- Here, eat...

- I don't want it.

Who's out there?

Quiet, Bundas. Nobody's

there. Shut up!

- Where are you going?

- Let go of me!

- Where do you want to go?

- To my mother.

Come on...

Stupid...she would've

suffocated by tomorrow.

Go and lie down... We'll

have to be up early.

Cover up with this.

The nights are chilly.

- Aren't you going to sleep?

- I will. Go to sleep.

Come here.

- Zsofka.

- I'm coming.

Don't bring that.

There.

Come.

Get the lye.

Don't forget about the

wool. All right.

Come here.

Stand still.

It stings!

Ouch, let go of me!

- It stings! Let go of me!

- Quiet, quiet...

There're Zsofka's slippers,

go after the turkeys.

Shoo! Shoo!

Will you throw things

at the turkeys again?

Do you think I steal

the money?

Repeat after me:
I apolo-

gize for behaving badly,

I'll never behave badly

again.

I'll never behave badly

again...

Now kiss my hand.

What are you waiting for?

Kiss it at once!

Is that what you went to

church this morning for?

I used to have a big house

in the village, two stories

One blue,

One white.

The rooms were downstairs,

the workshop upstairs.

They brought the yarn

from all over.

Bring some more flowers,

child.

I could cover the church

twice over

with the amount of linen

I wove in my life...

Now my hands shake,

I can't weave any more.

THE GRASS IS GREEN,

THE SKY IS BLUE.

YOUR PRETTY DAUGHTER

LOVES ME TRUE,

DEEDLE-DOO, DEEDLE-DEE,

JUMP INTO MY CART WITH ME.

DEEDLE-DOO, DEEDLE-DEE,

JUMP INTO MY CART WITH ME.

How lovely!

Who taught you this?

My mother. She always sings

to me in the forest...

You can hear it

even now...

Even at night, because

she's building a house.

When the house is finished

she'll take me with her.

I told her to hurry because

Zsabamari beats me.

She said that she'd beat

her with her slippers...

And now Zsabamari is

scared.

She'll beat Mari so hard

that nothing will be left.

Aren't you going to put

flowers there?

No, not on this one.

- Why not?

- Because it's empty.

- What's empty?

- The grave.

- There's no one in it?

- No one.

- Will there be anyone on it?

- I don't know.

Come, it's getting late,

and we have to get the hay.

- I'll help you, all right?

- All right.

Wait! Wait for me!

- Aren't they lovely?

- They are. But hurry!

You always run... Your

hand are full of dirt...

What kind of flowers

are these?

- What are they called?

- Snapdragon.

Does Jesus like flowers?

He does, but let's hurry,

or we'll be late.

Per omnia secula

seculorum... Amen.

Dominus vobiscum.

Et coume spiritu tuo.

What has he got in his

hands?

Don't talk so loud!

Kneel down.

I WANT TO REST ON YOUR

HEART, LORD;

AND LIE ON IT, LIKE

ON A CLEAR BLUE LAKE.

- Uncle! Uncle!

- Quiet, child! Quiet!

Ecce Agnus Dei...

Domine non sum dignus...

Domine non sum dignus...

PURIFY US, OH LORD!

CLEANSE US OF OUR SINS!

MAKE US PURE!

WITH YOUR HEALING POWER

MAKE US WHOLE!

Look, there's Zsabamari!

Aren't we going

to look at Jesus?

You said you'd show

me Jesus.

Just a second...

Let's go...

Oh, Lord, forgive me my

sins,

And look after this child

when I'm gone. Amen.

- Is that Jesus?

- Yes.

- He's bleeding.

- Give him the flowers.

- Doesn't it hurt him?

- No, but come away from there.

You mustn't touch him.

Is it because he's dead

that it doesn't hurt him?

Yes. Jesus died for every-

one. For everyone...

- For Zsabamari, too?

- Yes, for her, too.

You should be at home,

the animals are starving.

Damn that senile fool!

Mr. and Mrs. Filth.

But don't be afraid, child.

You're young...

A lot of things can happen

to you, even good things.

- Praise be the Lord.

- Praise be the Lord.

- How are you, Mr. Csomor?

- Fine.

- Stop the carriage.

- Look!

The deuce!

I didn't even know...

- God be with you, Mr. Csomor.

- God be with you.

Well, let's toddle

along...

What did you want

from the gendarmes?

Tell me what you wanted,

you pig.

It was Uncle.

What did he tell them?

Nasty things about me?

Tell me, or I'll kill you

with my own hands!

And I don't want to see

a fly on the baby!

Did he say that we set

his house on fire?

He's always been a liar...

Is that how you look after

my baby, you cur?

To hell with you!

- Don't hurt me!

Here, take this

to the other pig.

He won't complain to the

gendarmes if he drinks it.

Zsabamari sent this so you

won't complain any more.

Why is your head bleeding?

Zsabamari basted it

with her slipper...

Come here.

It's nothing...

It's nothing.

Come on...

Climb up...

Lie down...

There... now it'll get

better...

Go to sleep...

It'll get better...

Come here.

Wash the floor.

Csore, go to the stable.

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out there last night.

Uncle! Uncle!

Zsabamari said...

Uncle!

Uncle...

Here's your mug.

This stupid thing brings

in all kinds of garbage.

Requies patim pace.

Amen.

SAVE ME LORD:

FROM ETERNAL DEATH.

WHEN THE SKY OPENS,

AND THE EARTH MOVES,

AND YOU DELIVER:

THE FINAL JUDGEMENT,

LET ME NOT BE DAMNED!

JANOS CSOMOR:

LIVED 69 YEARS

May he rest in peace.

Csore, from now on you'll

sleep in the kitchen.

The stable is cold.

What's wrong with her?

Good morning.

Good morning.

You're Mrs. Szennyes,

aren't you?

The parish clerk wants to

know if you found a will

in which the deceased

disposed of his land.

Go, child, drive the pigs

out.

Stop! Stop!

Please tell my mother that

I'm here at Zsabamari's.

- Who should we tell?

- My mother.

She's been looking for me

for a long time.

Tell her I'm at Zsabamari's

on the Szennyes farm.

And that I can hardly wait

to see her.

All right, child,

we'll tell her.

Eat, you silly little

thing, eat.

Hello, my dear.

Csore, I've brought lunch

out for you.

Come and eat.

Come on.

What are you afraid of?

Here, I've brought you a

spoon, too. Eat up.

Does it taste nice.

Tastes nice?

I've brought you something

else, too.

Now tell me, dear, what

the old man said to you...

...when you were coming

back from the church.

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