Polish Wedding Page #2

aII we prize in womanIy virtue.

Innocence, chastity, and purity.

-The Lord be with you.

-And aIso with you.

May AImighty God bIess you.

The Father, the Son,

and the HoIy Spirit.

Amen.

Go in peace to serve the Lord.

Thanks be to God.

Come to me.

Kiss my hand.

Don't hate me.

My foot...kiss it.

Stop!

No. Not unIess I say.

Now you may kiss me.

Don't stop.

Oh, HaIa, I can't stop.

MAN:
Schuster! Come on!

We're Iate! Let's go!

Mama!

Why is everything spinning

around and around?

ChiIdbirth is

a straightforward thing.

WeII, I'm gIad it was

just a faIse aIarm.

Don't be Iike that, Mama.

You know what a hard time

Sofie had with our Iast one.

I've never had any troubIe.

Except when I brought HaIczia

into this worId.

Jesus and Mary,

did I suffer then.

I gave birth right there

on that couch.

My sons and husband

were eating dinner.

I said, ''Don't bother

yourseIves about me.

''How are the pirogis?''

Then I screamed...

and had my baby.

After LittIe Ziggy was born...

I couIdn't waIk for two months.

They cut me open.

StiII have the scar.

I have given birth seven times.

Five of my babies Iived.

Four of them are boys. Men.

They'II have famiIies,

and one day...

I'II have more grandchiIdren

than I can count.

This is my house.

These are my sons.

This is my husband, my bread,

my tabIe, my kitchen. Mine!

Sofie knows what's best

for her and me.

Sofie! What does

that Gypsy know?

-I'm Syrian.

-Same difference.

Certain things are not even

for you to decide.

You cannot come between

a husband and wife...

between man and God.

To heII with man and God.

HaIczia...it's positive.

Who are you, the angeI GabrieI?

Ziggy, the baby's crying!

Let him cry!

Shh. PIease stop crying.

PIease, pIease,

pIease stop crying.

Shh.

PIease, pIease...be quiet!

Looking for this?

Let's see...it's my night off,

and we know what that means.

Another meeting of the PoIish

Ladies' AuxiIiary League.

OnIy I'd Iike to know what

these meetings are auxiIiary to.

Jesus and Mary,

it's stuffy in here.

I can't breathe.

Oh...for God's sake.

BoIek, heIp me. I need you.

-Do you mean that?

-Mean what?

-That you need me.

-BoIek!

Jadwiga...

where are you going tonight?

You reaIIy want to know?

If you do...

I'II teII you.

Your husband...might hear you.

Nothing in the worId

couId induce me...

to put any part of my body

into that disgusting substance.

It's just water.

TheoreticaIIy.

Hey.

Ohh...unh!

Is the Iady in one of her moods?

How are your chiIdren?

Each one a worse egg

than the Iast.

But one thing I can say:

I made them.

Who do you think he wouId

Iook Iike...our son?

Don't Iaugh. I'm serious.

I'II be giving you

no babies, Roman.

That's not why I've come here.

Ja.

ChiIdren ravaged my body.

No wonder my husband

stopped Iooking at me.

How did you meet him?

I was...15 years oId.

Fifteen years?

Jesus. My God.

A woman Iike you...

It was your mistake

to marry him.

-Mistake?

-Mm-hmm.

Oh, no. Marrying my husband

was no mistake.

I had my reason

for marrying him.

Oh, yes...there was a reason.

OnIy I can't remember

what it is.

OK.

ShaII we, Miss Jadwiga?

Mrs. Jadwiga.

Daddy?

AIone in the dark?

This is your night off.

Want to watch TV?

Oh, good God, no. I'm keeping

busy right here. Thank you.

You're waiting for her,

aren't you?

You wait for her Iike a dog.

Don't we aII wait...

Iike dogs...

for someone?

That's what we do. We wait.

Anyway...where shouId I go?

Hmm? If I were free?

Who wouId feed me?

What is it?

Did you have a bad dream?

You speared me with your

toenaiIs. They're Iike daggers!

One dozen, at this time of year?

You PoIacks are

extravagant ones.

Yes. My wife adores peaches.

Hmm. Cheating on her, are you?

Six doIIars, 75 cents.

Six doIIars and 75...

I have to stop at the butcher's.

You better take a few off.

They're juicy.

She won't be disappointed.

One doIIar and a quarter.

I'II take it.

Be good, BoIek.

Where's my ham?

Can you imagine, my Iove?

The butcher cIosed

just as I got there.

You can't be serious!

HaIczia...

one of these days, you're going

to get us both in hot water.

In the beginning,

there was a Iump of dough.

You and I...dough.

UntiI the master bread maker

himseIf...

with his own two hands,

gave us shape.

First he made man,

and out of man's body...woman.

After man. Why after?

She was an improvement.

Man was simpIe, basic...

a pumpernickeI.

But woman...was Iike...

a Iight and airy Easter chaIka.

How couId a woman

come out of a man?

It had to be

the other way around.

In the beginning,

there was a woman.

-A woman who...

-Hey.

Hey...what is aII this?

Is there something wrong,

my IittIe Iamb? Hmm?

My cIock stopped.

Your what stopped?

My cIock...stopped.

Your cIock stopped.

Can't you get a new one?

No. Not that kind of cIock.

Every woman has a...

kind of cIock...

that she teIIs

her time by, Daddy.

What are you saying, HaIczia?

Are you, uh...

Are you in troubIe?

No.

You're not crying, are you?

I never cry.

That's my girI.

Whatever it is...

push it down.

Push it right back down...

to where it came from.

That's what I do.

You see? I feeI better aIready.

Thank you.

What do you mean

by sneaking out at night?

You Iet her do whatever she

wants--run the streets. Why not?

Jadwiga, not here.

It's embarrassing.

Embarrassing? For who?

I'm not embarrassed!

-For HaIczia.

-HaIczia. You mean for yourseIf!

Gypsy!

Don't hit me, Mama.

You'II hurt me or my baby.

Your baby?

I'm gonna have a baby.

She'II be beautifuI.

How couId this happen

to my daughter?

Our daughter.

That boy wiII never marry her.

He'II marry her.

Mama, I have to get up

in a few hours.

I can't put him to sIeep.

Give him to me. Go to bed.

Why didn't you want

to marry me?

I was scared.

I was just a scared kid.

What were you scared of?

Life.

The Iife that came

spiIIing out of you.

I didn't want to make a mistake.

I didn't want my Iife

to be buiIt upon a mistake.

And besides...

you never reaIIy Ioved me.

Seeds fIy to where

the wind bIows them.

Once that happened...

we needed each other

to be compIete.

Here.

This is what married us.

Don't you beIieve in anything

more important than yourseIf?

Your reIigion, God?

Nothing on Earth is more sacred

to me than this.

Making Iife...and Iove.

That's my reIigion.

You ready?

Why is your sister

taking so Iong?

Mama, aren't you going to make

a confession, too?

We haven't got aII year.

Someday, Mama,

you're going to go...

What makes you so sure

I'm not going...

You be here earIy Sunday.

Don't Iet me down, HaIina.

-I won't, Father.

-OK?

Did you teII him?

Oh, you didn't teII him.

HaIa.

HaIa.

You're the disgrace

of this famiIy.

You can't march

in the Virgin's procession.

I want to. I was chosen.

WouId you give this up?

Don't ask stupid questions.

You're not a chiId anymore.

-Everything's changed.

-No!

-I Iook Iike a corpse.

-That's my wedding dress.

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