Panny z Wilka (The Young Ladies of Wilko) Page #2

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Go back yourself, I'm not coming.

When will you visit us again?

When Jola's guests leave.

That won't be soon.

Others will follow these.

Go now.

Please.

Who is it?

Tunia.

What do you want?

Zosia...

I'd like...

I want to ask you something.

Do you like him?

Who?

Wiktor.

No.

No?

No.

And you?

Me?

No.

Really?

Yes.

That's good.

What are you doing?

Can't sleep?

I used to sleep like a log

when I was your age.

Why aren't you asleep?

It's no secret.

I sit here...

and reminisce.

Reminisce?

Do you reminisce only about

the good moments?

Yes, I remember people.

I see them...

as they were when...

they gave me friendship and love...

and I felt happy.

Were there many such moments...

of happiness?

Yes.

I know that now.

When I was young...

I didn't.

So only my life is stupid

and meaningless.

All aimless wandering.

But in my opinion...

to talk of happiness is naive.

I've thought about it a lot and...

it's utopia.

Listen...

One day you'll conclude that your

life was like any other...

with moments both good and bad.

Good night, I hope you

get some sleep.

All is not well at Wilko.

Kawecki manages the farm well...

but he's not kind to

Julia's sisters.

It's all about money.

He took over the estate...

and was to pay off the sisters,

but he hasn't even begun yet.

Kazia mortgaged her

mother's part...

but Kawecki treats Kazia

very badly indeed...

because she's not married and has

to live there with her mother.

I don't care at all about

any of this.

Good morning.

I've come to invite you to

mum's birthday party.

- Thank you, we'll be there.

- Wiktor too?

You can't stay home alone.

It's been a long time since

I was last here.

Jola...

who are those men?

They spoiled the pleasure of

your company for me.

They've left.

There are to be others.

Tunia told me.

They come, they go...

Are you jealous?

Jealous?

Well look at this...

Such a strange conversation,

you explaining yourself...

Really?

Then I needn't ask...

because it's not important to me.

It isn't and never was.

A pity.

- Were you in love with me?

- And you with me?

I suppose not.

Exactly and I hope...

you now know I've never

loved you.

You played a different role

in my life.

What was that?

No matter what I did,

I always asked myself...

"What would Wiktor say?"

The funny thing is...

how long it has lasted.

I look for your praise...

your evaluation, reaction.

And...

And what?

You wouldn't have always

been pleased with me.

Have you been?

I came to tell you that

I know it's not good.

But I ask you...

not to condemn me.

Jola...

what right would I have

to condemn you...

or anyone else?

You know who I am.

A noble person.

That's saying a lot, and too

little; you know my life.

Is there anything in it which gives

me the right to judge others?

No, nothing.

It's smooth and empty.

You have your work.

For lack of other.

You've dedicated yourself

to the blind.

I didn't love you...

but I respected you and

still do, very much.

That's too little for me.

They'll be here soon for me.

Let's go for a walk.

Not in the garden, but

in the barn-yard.

There are so many interesting

things here.

All right, let's go.

Moral authority...

is used as a support by those

who live immoral lives.

But what does "immoral" mean?

Look!

How lovely!

Black and white patches.

Look!

In my opinion, immoral

means aimless.

Something which is done

senselessly, needlessly.

That's what I call

lacking morality.

Rushing about like animals

before the flood!

- You look beautiful.

- What?

I'm going to have a pigsty

at my place too.

That's my plan.

Unfortunately, Jola has to serve

supper instead of Kazia.

Did you invite them to mum's

birthday party?

Yes.

Jola's strange.

Her husband rarely visits Wilko.

But there are always

other men there...

friends of hers, supposedly.

I'm not 2O years old any more.

You think I haven't seen women?

What harm can she do me?

I'd like to...

have you marry Tunia, but Jola's

spoiling it for me.

What are you standing there for?

Keep churning!

Today we feel joy in our hearts...

and the reason we will gladly say.

We bring you wishes on this,

your birthday.

May you be healthy and

live a long time.

May roses round your head,

a wreath intertwine.

May the sun in the sky that

always shines bright.

Send its warm rays to you,

so you always feel right.

Wish you Kicia, Fela, and Antos.

How was your trip?

Fine, thank you.

How do you find living here?

Quite normal.

I go for walks, read...

take naps after dinner.

Here, a person is inclined to

self-reflection.

Yes.

Especially after 15 years.

I used to come here before the war.

So it was you...

that Fela fell in love with?

I imagined you completely

differently.

Thanks to Jola's stories, I'm sure.

But don't you believe her.

Nor you.

You have a charming wife.

Yes!

And a very demanding one.

What's wrong?

I'm bored stiff.

Someone will hear you!

Fine, after dinner.

Do you think I'm wealthy?

You sit here...

for months and have the nerve

to invite guests!

Who are those people?

- I didn't invite them.

- No, of course not, not you!

But you announced a dinner,

tea, supper...

Enough acting on your own!

Please ask me first!

Is that clear?

Come help me.

I thought you'd leave and

not even speak to me.

What shall I do?

Have some of these...

and entertain me at

this boring job.

A wonderful proposition.

I can't stand those people

yet I don't know why.

Because they are vacuous.

And you judge them too quickly.

They aren't philosophers.

They're simple and hard-working.

Especially my sisters.

No, the others.

I only view them differently.

I'm not anyone special.

It was my passages, I suppose...

which distinguished me...

from the rest of the world.

What do you mean, passages?

A difficult, poor childhood.

Then time wasted at university...

which was interrupted by the war.

It was the war which really

pulled the rug out...

from under my feet.

No, you were always different...

separate from others...

from the very beginning.

You flatter me.

No, it's neither a virtue

or a credit.

I have no virtues or

credits either...

yet I am different and that's

most important in my life.

This difference doesn't

depend on us.

Wolves are loners...

and sheep stay in flocks.

Please get out!

Only here at Wilko...

the wolves are eaten by the sheep.

Rozia, take the tray, quickly!

We saw you differently too, when

we were all mad about you.

What are you talking about?

Who was mad?

We all were, especially Fela.

Only now do we know how much.

I don't think Jola was.

She only pretended.

She's always imitated me,

perhaps that's why.

And I was mad about you.

You were in love with me?

Yes, very much.

Now you're not?

No, don't worry.

I forgot all about you.

Your appearance surprised me.

You're completely different.

I've gotten older.

Certainly, but not only that.

You've faded somehow.

But I prefer not seeing you

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