Sommarlek Page #3

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I'm sure you'll tell your friends.

Will you be boasting about us?

I can't give you any guarantees.

But we will get married.

But how do you feel right now?

Haven't you longed for this?

I never imagined it was like this...

I was really frightened, actually.

- Aren't you now?

- No, are you?

- No, I'm never afraid.

- I am, though.

Don't talk about that now.

- Frankly, I'm starving.

- There are sandwiches downstairs.

Super! And then a quick plunge!

Days like pearls:

Round and lustrous,

threaded on a golden string.

Days filled with fun and caresses.

Nights of waking dreams.

When did we sleep?

We had no time for sleeping.

- I'm never surprised.

- But you were this time.

- I thought of you five minutes ago.

- I haven't thought for ten years.

Can I have a cup?

It's not the kind of coffee

you used to like.

To be honest,

I never really liked it.

I'm not fussed nowadays.

- No sugar, as usual?

- Yes please, two lumps.

- You never used to take sugar.

- That was someone else.

I'm getting on a bit.

- What are you hunting?

- Pheasant.

You have an astonishing ability

to take time off whenever you like.

- What about you?

- I came here just on a whim.

Did you receive the parcel?

What parcel?

I see...

You sent me Henrik's diary.

Where did you get hold of it?

Why did you send it to me?

- Why now?

- So many questions.

Spring cleaning.

If you want, I'll tell you more.

I took care of it at the hospital,

so it wouldn't fall

into strange hands.

You probably think

I should have given it to you then.

Would that have been advisable?

Why don't you say something?

Nice to see you, Erland.

I have to go now,

so I don't miss the boat

and have to stay here with you.

- Did it frighten you?

- Yes. A hell of a lot, actually.

It wouldn't have been different

if you'd got it immediately.

I stand here looking at your hands.

They're beautiful, yet ugly somehow.

I can't explain why.

I think of Henrik's hands,

and I can't understand

why I let you touch me.

I'm disgusting?

Yes.

- Maybe it even rubbed off on you.

- It did.

But I'm aware of it, and that's good.

- Shall I walk you to the boat?

- No, thanks.

Oh, it's you?

- How long are you going to go on?

- Until I'm done.

- We were going to Bjrn at two.

- Is it two already?

- A quarter to three.

- As you can see, I'm working.

- You don't care about me.

- Silly!

- I'm forever waiting for you.

- I've got a job to do.

Thanks a lot.

I'm done now.

- No sacrifices on my behalf.

- Henrik...

I'm sorry. But you know

my work is important to me.

- What about me?

- You, too.

- Which is the most?

- What an odd question.

Answer me:
Which is the most?

- I don't know.

- See? You don't care about me.

And you're selfish!

- We've never argued before.

- Not my fault.

Is it mine?

Well, if it's like that...

...we can't be together.

Just say the word!

- That's not what I meant.

- I'm a burden.

Henrik, don't be like that.

I'm nervous. I haven't practised all

summer, and I start work in a week.

We've been together night and day

for two whole months.

- Forgive my being sharp just now.

- Sure.

- Everything all right?

- Sure.

God, you're boring today!

Here I am, apologising

and grovelling

and you're just moping.

You just go, I'm fed up

with your moods.

Come back! Don't be silly,

I didn't mean it.

Just go!

I never want to see you again,

you idiot!

It was a Saturday, and I looked

for him the whole day.

At nightfall

I went over to his place.

I had never been there.

How do you do? Is Henrik at home?

Henrik is seldom at home nowadays.

Either during the day or at night.

I see...

I think Henrik is in his room.

When he came home today,

he was crying loudly

and kicking at the furniture.

- A glass of port, my dear?

- No, thank you.

Everyone has freedom of choice,

and I won't force anyone.

- I'll go up and see him, then.

- Just don't give in to his whims.

Why are you hiding, Henrik?

To see if she'd run me down.

He eats my bread and uses that tone.

- It won't eat into your capital.

- You're a layabout, my boy.

Luckily, I'm not your boy.

No, your father's.

You're both waiting for me to die.

Henrik will inherit me.

According to the experts, I should

have died three months ago.

The Lord moves in mysterious ways.

I have cancer, you see.

Whoever seeks to own his life,

shall lose it, says the Father here.

- That's a lie.

- Save his life.

It's still a lie.

I like living, and that's why

I'll survive the lot of you.

You too, dear Henrik.

Perhaps I could draw

your attention to the fact

that my knight is threatening

your rook.

I still feel like a ghost.

- Bless you.

- It's hayfever.

Are you sure about the port?

Not for me, thank you.

I'll fetch some blankets, Father.

It's getting chilly, both for

the corpse and the clergyman.

If you're here out of

a Christian sense of duty,

I'm terribly impressed.

I'm here

out of professional interest.

How so?

It may sound ridiculous,

but I have a feeling

of sitting next to Death himself.

It's highly rewarding, seen from

a professional point of view.

Off with you now!

There seems to be

a dance down on the jetty.

Good bye!

Now you know how things are for me,

the layabout!

Poor thing!

- It's not that bad, I suppose.

- No, you've got me.

- Have I, really?

- You have me.

- But earlier today...

- Be quiet!

You have me.

Let's go back to my little playhouse.

It's no fun out tonight.

I'm cold.

The pencil, I dropped it!

Listen! It's so silent.

Suddenly it went quiet.

Maybe we've landed

on another planet.

It's alien.

Alien...

Hello, Miss Marie.

Do you recognise me?

Well, hello there!

I've seen you before.

Look, how cold I am.

But in my stomach and on my breasts,

I'm feverishly hot.

- Let me feel...

- You're tickling!

Such a fine breast, miss.

Would you like

to sleep with me tonight?

- With you?

- You'd like that, wouldn't you?

That depends on the reward, dear sir.

I'm still a poor little virgin.

Then it's out of the question.

But if you would consider

engagement,

I promise

you won't be disappointed.

Then we have to wait.

The goldsmith has taken Sunday off,

and is lazing the day away.

My dear sir, this kind of engagement

is validated

with rings of grass,

and 24-carat kisses...

Shouldn't we swear by something?

You'd bet we should.

Swear... you'll never ever

look at another girl.

I swear.

Because if you do...

the devil will take you!

I swear!

Your teeth, nose and fingers

will blacken and fall off.

Oh, you!

Myself, I'll be faithful

for as long as I feel like it.

And since I always feel like it,

I'll be faithful till doomsday.

- Or the devil will take you!

- Or Uncle Erland will take me...

Serves you right.

- Now we're engaged.

- You go in and undress.

- I'll just go and spend a penny.

- Me, too!

I could eat you!

- Where would you start?

- With your hands and your waist.

- Then the inside of your thighs.

- What do you know about that?

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