One Summer of Happiness Page #3

- Wouldn't you agree?

- And you got the barn roof fixed.

- They'll fix up their place.

- They'll put on theater plays...

- ... dance and show movies.

- Is there something wrong with that?

The youngsters are misguided.

They abandon the church...

...and refuse to listen

to their elders.

They don't care about

the sanctity of marriage.

I suppose it's in line

with all the modern bustle.

Not even the countryside

has been spared.

There are false prophets everywhere.

Listen to them. People engage in

sports and desecrate the Sabbath.

They have club nights with

dancing and obscene music.

It is ungodly and depraved!

What about Christian

tolerance of the youth?

The youth issues have

been talked to death now.

- It's about time something happens.

- Today's youth has been corrupted.

Sensible people

have to fight the rabble.

Rabble? I find that

a bit inconsiderate.

- "Rabble" is a harsh word.

- I judge people by what I see.

The youngsters' place

is subject to God's punishment.

Punishment... Punishment...

Can you get out later? I just

have to play the organ a little bit.

We'll meet up by the barn.

We're rehearsing the play tonight

and we can't do it without you.

Promise me you'll come.

- I don't know.

- Kerstin...

What's the matter?

- I stepped out for a drink.

- Offer Master StendaI a glass.

The scoop is fine.

Play something solemn now, Gran.

I got to know the countryside. It was

like crawling through a quagmire.

It huft your back and knees and

you'd wonder why you were there.

But you stayed there.

Something kept pulling you forward.

The land seemed to beckon

and ask to be touched.

You had the summer sun

- and then there was Kerstin.

Gran!

What's wrong, Gran?

It's nothing. I just got dizzy.

I'm fine now.

Kerstin?

- Don't force yourself on girls!

- I'll show you!

Will there be anything else?

- No.

- Good.

I see you got it started again.

- What was the problem?

- Someone put something in the tank.

- The nozzle was clogged.

- Someone was out to get you.

It's a good thing it was

downhill coming home.

I guess Kerstin helped?

Turn that thing off!

Do you want supper?

No, it's Midsummer Eve

and you have no heart.

- Bye.

- Get going.

Give the girls my best.

What are you waiting for, Sigrid?

What do I have to wait for?

You shouldn't stay home

on a night like this.

You get the urge to walk around

and take in all the smells.

There's mischief in the air

on a night like this.

You should be out having fun

with the other youngsters.

- You're still young.

- Am I?

It takes my own father to say that.

Well...

- Will you have coffee waiting?

- I usually do.

You're closing the wrong eye,

Kerstin. Just like that dog.

- I want that.

- Try it again.

- I won't hit anything like this.

- Then close both your eyes.

Well done, Kerstin!

Do I get the dog?

- It's so cute! Look, Gran!

- Come on.

Shall we dance?

I don't want to, Gran.

- Why are you afraid to dance?

- Afraid?

I can tell that you want to.

Don't you know how to dance?

Sure, I dance sometimes

during recess in schooI.

Come on.

Could I give you a few flowers

A few roses just for you

There can be no room

for sadness, my precious

The roses were all plucked

from the garden of a king

And you need swords

just to get within reach

One of them is white

and other one is red

But the third one

is the one I would give you

It's not in bloom just now

It won't untiI I'm dead

But it stays in bloom

a while, my precious

- What flower is it?

- Memories.

Everything you have left

when you lose the one you love.

That memory could make

for a beautifuI fairy-tale.

Perhaps. What if I could take you

to the end of the world tonight?

I'd let you. Would you?

Yes.

- I have to get home.

- Kerstin...

Midsummer only comes

around once every year.

- Did you have fun tonight?

- Yes.

But don't tell anyone that I danced.

Don't even tell Sigrid.

- Would that get you a maiden's bower?

- Yes.

You have to pick seven different

flowers to put under your pillow.

No, it's too late for that.

- The night is almost over.

- Kerstin...

FooI! Why did you have to ruin

everything when it was so beautifuI?

Kerstin!

Kerstin! Wait, Kerstin!

Can I see you tomorrow?

I didn't see Kerstin

at all that weekend-

- and she continued

to stay out of sight.

The days passed. When July came

around we were bringing in hay.

That's fine.

That's good.

The minister's a speedster now.

God damn...!

- Are you okay?

- I've sprained my foot.

Pull on it.

- Is it that bad?

- Don't blame me for screaming. Pull!

Wait! The leg's getting longer.

I must have broken it.

Give me a hand

and I'll try to get home.

We'll pass by the rectory.

I'll show that minister.

Really? I see. Thank you.

- He'll stay at the hospitaI.

- For how long?

How would I know? The leg's broken.

That's the punishment.

Don't be so pessimistic.

It was just an accident.

Why are you crying?

It's nothing. But who'll work

the farm while he's gone?

That's it.

I'll help you.

You?

Good day.

Good day, nurse.

- Nothing but rain.

- It never stops when it's this bad.

- Your fields will wash away.

- Shut your trap!

- Take it easy.

- Move him over here, Hkansson.

Don't laugh. I wonder why you

haven't dislocated your mouth.

A strong farmer shouldn't be

stuck here in plaster in July...

- ... when the hay is ready.

- Farmers are never happy.

You complain if it's too dry

and if you get a few drops of rain.

How has that hurt you?

Even God has trouble

keeping you farmers happy.

Why are you laughing?

I'd like to introduce you

to the minister back home.

- Knock it off!

- Hit him with the blanket.

Do you have a barometer?

I'm curious about tomorrow's weather.

- It'll rain tomorrow, too.

- I could break your other arm.

Go check the barometer, nurse.

- I'll put you on your motorcycle...

...and then we'll see how

you'll end up. - No... Gran!

- Good day, Uncle. How are you?

- Not bad.

- This is my nephew Gran.

- StendaI.

- I brought you some newspapers.

- How about this weather?

Don't worry about the hay.

It's all been brought in.

- Sigrid took care of it.

- By herself?

No, your tenants helped.

They stopped working on the barn.

- You've made quite an investment.

- Viberg and the rest?

Olle and few others.

And to some extent... Look.

Three blisters on my left hand and

two on my right. It burns like hell.

- Put some butter on that.

- No, sulfa.

- Penicillin, that's the ticket.

- Use sulfa.

Have you seen Kerstin lately?

No, I haven't.

I haven't had the time.

- What's this?

- I'm stuck here in plaster.

- But your mouth works fine.

- You don't have to get up early.

We'll get started

on the fallow fields now.

- What is it?

- I'm just so fond of you.

- You can take it easy.

- Here? I don't think so.

I have to deaI with this tub of lard-

- and my leg is stuck up there.

It itches really bad underneath.

- I guess that's your fault, too.

Uncle? Do you think

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