Szindbád, bon voyage!
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You take your master home!
You can go back
to your mistress, Terka.
I am not going to bother
with your burial.
Perhaps I've been everywhere,
to dances and funerals,
in forests, on lakes and rivers,
living sinfully and virtuously,
I've travelled a lot
- now I am tired.
HUNGAROFILM:
presents:
SINDBAD:
Starring
Screenplay based on short-stories by
Gyula Krudy.
Written by Zoltn Huszrik
Music
Director of photography
Director
...Ladies...
I'm a lost prince
and I'm looking for a wife.
What's your name?
Dusky.
Strange.
You'll think of me in the dusk
even if you don't see me again.
Say your name once more
When the Moon drives her
yellow donkeys towards the river,
I'll come to you.
Men can only see me
in the dusk.
The hand of the clock
is nearing twelve.
And I'm thinking of you.
If you didn't shine for me,
my star,
to live on earth.
"The hand of the clock is nearing twelve,
and I'm thinking of you.
If you didn't shine for me, my star,
to live on earth. "
in the garden we met?
My darling, my love,
my betrothed.
Poor little dove.
I love you.
my lady.
My secret hail, do be soundless,
as a fragrance,
just shine brightly like a star,
upon a summer's night.
Silent moon, look down on me
from the soft, blue skies.
See the tears
that my beloved one
is bringing to my eyes.
Oh, forget me, never feel guilty.
A rose you are, get married!
Your flower is in full bloom.
No, Sindbad, don't.
Why is it that women
love the sea?
Looking for my husband,
are you?
Strange.
You look so familiar.
I didn't know you were still alive.
What brought you here?
My God,
what a strange coincidence.
Why should I?
Well, how are you,
Sindbad?
Why do you want my husband?
I suffer from insomnia,
and I forgot to bring
any morpheme along.
And you came here
of all places?
There are so many doctors
in the centre of the town.
My husband is just
a peasant doctor.
But we get along.
I am not extravagant.
You know me.
I always wore my old hats,
even when I was a girl.
Yes, I remember.
We're quite happy.
In summer we sit under the poplar
and I listen to its rustling.
The poplar...
My most faithful, old admirer.
You used to like
the theatre and the balls.
Believe me,
we're very happy.
Going already?
Won't you wait for my husband?
I only came because of you.
You're leaving... but I...
I just thought you wanted
to meet my husband.
Or maybe you'd say something.
I used to believe in you.
There was something in your voice
that smoothed me,
made me happy...
when I was sad...
Why did you say
I take lots of medicine
to make me sleep.
But all the rest is true.
I've only one ring,
this green one.
Tell me, has anyone thought of me?
I often did. Always.
You've kept me waiting
for ten years.
How often have I seen you
in my dreams,
how I hoped that once,
just once more, I'd see you.
When we went to Budapest,
I looked for you everywhere we went,
but I never saw you. But if you had
really thought of me,
you would've come.
You were deceitful, as always.
My husband.
You won't leave town yet, will you?
Can we meet again?
My queen, Majmunka!
Scoundrel!
You dare to show
your face again?
I'll kill you.
That's all I can do to you.
I've been crying for three days.
and that ugly Imola,
I myself took food and drink
to that horrible prison.
You, with that woman...
I'll kill you.
I can't bear this shame.
The whole house
and everyone asks amazed:
"Are you still alive, Sindbad?"
I swear none of it...
Silence! It's too late. You'll die.
They only teach you sensitivity,
which one has no need for.
I see you're hungry.
I've made a cock-soup.
But you've forgotten, my rose,
to put marjoram into it.
I often heard it when you loved me.
If only she was
But to humiliate me
with an old woman...
That's too much to bear.
in my childhood
that a real man can even love
his great grandmother.
But if I could love ugly, old women
like your friend, Imola,
who're young and beautiful?
Like you, Majmunka.
You should be proud of your lover,
my queen.
You convinced me, scoundrel.
You're my last love, Sindbad.
Is it all over then, the glorious life
I lived by Fanny's side?
I got this from the man
who loved me the most.
We'll read it
in your country house.
We'll go to the
little Polish resort.
We'll travel all over the world.
I'll abduct you into
the wonders of rich life.
that I'm leaving the capital?
We'll spend the summer
in the country,
I'll talk to our limetrees,
our horses, our cats...
- Wouldn't it be nice?
- It'll be lovely.
I'm a sentimental woman.
I heal the sick trees,
I bequeathed a foundation
to our church.
After I met you,
I've made out a new will.
Everything is yours.
And I've quite a fortune.
We'll visit my poor uncle's grave.
What a kind, distinguished
face he has on the pictures.
And how he loved me.
He forgave me everything.
We'll never part again.
We'll never part again, will we?
When everyone
had deserted me.
I felt that my life,
love,
and my beauty were over,
my dead mother
stretched her hand towards me.
She said:
Today, you'll see him.
I decided to put on
my best dress.
The one you first saw me in.
very much.
Nonsense.
Forgive me
I set out as if I knew
the way to you,
as if I was following
myself in the twilight.
My instinct led me
towards the Danube.
How long did I walk?
Time gets stirred up like sand.
Suddenly I heard the voice
of a policeman.
He asked me
not to commit suicide.
happy, happy, happy...
You loved me very much then.
When our love was still aflame,
when our life was happy
as the birds'
and our kisses had no end,
and when we got carried away,
we thought we were
the chosen ones, the only lovers,
God's own children, souls from
the Sun and the Moon,
then you promised
we'd die together.
Die?
Come to my place!
The house is empty.
I'll say farewell
to my mother's picture.
You'll kill me softly. I'll look at you
I know you'll come with me, you won't
leave me alone in the great unknown.
I'll follow you.
If we stayed alive we'd part again,
and weep and sob
in dreadful suffering.
And who knows if we'd meet again
in such wonderful love?
My love.
We'll die, Sindbad.
The Sun will rise without us,
we don't see the day break.
But the day is breaking.
Oh, is it?
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