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It's the festival of life.

- What are you thinking about?

- Nothing.

About Halina?

About Halina.

Your back's all covered in sand.

I'll brush it off.

I'll wash it away in a moment.

What are you doing, Madam?

What are you doing?

You are so good.

Never say to any woman that she's good.

- What should I say, then?

- Nothing.

We need to get that weed.

- Here, take this. I'll get some more.

- No, that's enough.

No, it's not. If I don't get more

you'll complain I'm lazy...

Just a moment. Let me get

some more of that crap.

Come on.

What? What's wrong with him?

Why is he diving?

Marcin, what's the matter?

What's going on?

Swim over here, gentlemen.

Is something wrong?

Madam!

Is something wrong?

We're sending a car to the other side.

Wait there, please.

Madam!

- There's a coat right next to you.

- Thank you.

- Are you really You?

- Yes, it's me.

Will I get an autograph?

You're making a film somewhere

round here?

And what's it about?

Since 12th June we knew he was ill. He'd

just had his second round of chemo.

He was doing quite well.

I woke up at night. He was awake.

Krysia, why don't we go

to Italy after all,

you haven't had a holiday.

And then I realized he didn't

want me to make that film.

That he wanted to be

with me all the time.

I started crying.

He just looked at me and said:

Andrzej will wait for you, don't worry.

I can't think about "Sweet rush"

without thinking of him.

Death is hovering over that text.

Also because he's gone.

And? She's not there?

I love him.

He was my love for life and to the death

from the moment I understood

who he was

and what he was like.

It was always good between us.

We knew that we had each other,

he had me, and I had him.

Whatever happened, whatever came up.

I honestly don't know how

I was able to play that day.

He knew that after a long break

I get very insecure about acting.

That all the tickets were sold out.

He died in time for me

to make it for the performance.

Like he always did during

our whole life together.

I couldn't sleep at night

from Friday to Saturday.

I was sitting by his bed.

Crying.

He woke up about 2am. He said:

You're not sleeping? You're here.

Edward, tell me what I should do?

What to do?

Shall I take you to hospital again?

He said:

No, it's OK. I want to be at home.

And then, suddenly,

he said:

Can I say goodbye and go now?

I took it for a joke.

I always acted like this.

When I wanted something to disappear,

I'd pretend it wasn't there. Dismiss it.

On Saturday I was sitting beside him,

happy that everyone had left.

Between one spoonful and another.

He opened his eyes,

unseeing.

Then he sighed...

...as if relieved.

He closed his eyes.

Kasia, his sister, said to me:

Krysia, tell me, is he dead?

I answered - I don't know.

I don't know.

Totally confused.

I kissed him and on his lips

I felt that he was getting cold.

How could I even play that night?

I just can't understand that.

Help!

Bogus, Bogus!

He's drowning over there! There...

- He's not here.

- Come over here! Come!

Bogus!

- Have you found him?

- No. To the right...

- Is he there?

- More to the right...

More to the right...

- Have you got him?

- No. To the right...

In the middle...

He's here! Come over here!

Have you got him? Bogus!

Take him by the hand. Bogus!

Hurry up, hurry up, to the shore!

Pull him!

Take him by the hands.

Bogus! Bogus! Get up!

Up with him, up, up!

Get up!

Get up! Get up!

- Bogus! Bogus get up!

- Up with him! Bogus! Get up!

I'll go and get the fellows,

we need to swing him.

Wait, me too.

"In memory of Edward Klosinski"

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