Panny z Wilka (The Young Ladies of Wilko) Page #4

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They're beautiful.

What would I do without them?!

I've come to say farewell.

So, you're leaving?

What's wrong, uncle?

You're exhausted.

You must look after your health.

Take care of yourself.

I'm all right, it'll pass.

I think I know why you don't

sleep at night.

And yours is a different

reason than mine.

You see...

I don't want to be surprised.

I want to consciously accept it.

I'm curious to know how thought

strips away from the body...

and whether it hurts or not.

You see... that is my...

resignation... my reassurance.

What are you doing with him?!

I'm going to pack.

Hold on to him firmly!

Hello.

Wiktor...

maybe you'd like to help me?

No, I want to watch.

Hello.

Hello.

Excuse me.

What is it?

In your opinion, sensitivity

dulls with age...

and what happened yesterday was...

only in bad taste, is that it?

And that it spoiled what you had

once experienced here?

Let's drop it.

Are you just going to stand there?

Sit down.

My word, I am so hungry!

I know full well...

I know what you're thinking.

But I really don't care.

I don't care.

Finally!

Not long ago, you said

something else.

Yesterday's consummation of our...

relationship, our feelings,

should've remained...

unrealized.

Is that what you call it?

I never would've thought of that.

It was on such a different plane

than our youthful flirting...

that the two can't be compared.

That's true.

But that flirting gave

rise to needs...

Oh really?

Stop it, please.

Friendship between us

is impossible.

We move in such different spheres.

Not in a social sense.

I mean astronomical spheres.

Astronomical.

You mean...

we can't share a mutual

orbit, is that it?

There'd have to be a

cosmic catastrophe.

Awful... You are awful.

Jola...

there's a letter from

your husband.

Glutton!

This is your second breakfast!

"Dear Jola, I'm pleased to inform

you that I arrived safely...

Then next day I made my way

to my law offices...

Please convey my thanks to Jola...

Jola? Julia!

I thanked myself!

I'm sorry...

for any problems...

I sincerely hope...

And so on.

Nice letter?

It's a form letter!

"It's my pleasure to inform you!"

He's become completely stupid in

that law office of his!

Give me that cucumber...

You always take what I

prepare for myself!

You know, in all honesty,

I always loved Julia.

- Want some cheese?

- No, honey.

The linens are pressed.

My dear, I'd like to leave now.

- You still have four days.

- I could even extend it.

Well, if you really want

to leave...

there's no point in staying.

Wiktor's leaving.

Really?

You've made up your mind?

Yes, I'd like to say good-bye.

So long.

Will we see you in another

fifteen years?

Say good-bye to your

mother for me.

Because our friendship has

reached a new stage.

Thank you.

Where's Tunia?

She's barely left her room since

the night of the party.

She hardly comes down for meals.

What's she doing?

I don't know, reading perhaps.

Are you taking the

afternoon train?

That's right.

I'll go say good-bye to Tunia.

Tunia, I wanted to say good-bye.

I wanted to bid you farewell.

Good-bye.

Julia, what's wrong?

It's not time for your shot yet!

I don't know.

Lately I've been feeling better...

I'll be fine.

Kazia, did Tunia come to breakfast?

No.

Tunia!

Oh my God.

It's locked!

Take this away!

Everything's going to be

all right now.

Do you plan to live like

this forever?

What do you mean?

I'm talking about your future.

So, you think I should

quit my work?

Work which suits me?

Or perhaps I should remain

here, or at Wilko?

The war years cost me so much...

I put so much effort into

those that followed...

that I want no more

changes in my life.

That's no argument; you continue

to waste them.

Haven't you ever longed for love?

Yes, I have.

I know.

I know.

It slipped through my fingers.

But not now.

Long ago.

You look a lot better than you did

when you arrived.

Tanned, strong...

Thanks to you.

You really don't want a ride?

No, thanks.

- When will you be back?

- Don't ask him that.

Well, Wiktor, I think this is the

last time we'll see each other.

What are you saying?!

He knows.

Farewell.

Farewell, uncle.

Go now, go on.

Good-bye.

What are your feelings

leaving Wilko?

I don't know, regret, I suppose.

For all that passes, slips away...

all that you can only see

from a distance.

I'm going to miss my train!

One more day and I'd have stayed.

- You're joking?

- Of course.

What would I do here, a lost soul

from another planet?

Please don't neglect Fela's grave.

This film is dedicated to

Jaroslaw lwaszkiewicz.

Roger Domagalski

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