The Wedding Night Page #4

for me every morning?

I might, to get someone

to make them for you.

Well, it will be hard to find someone

around here. Very hard.

They wouldn't wanna work for me because

I talk to myself and walk in the woods.

- Looks like you'll have to do it for me.

- Eat your breakfast. Don't talk so much.

Do you wanna see me show off?

First you do this.

I learned that in Germany.

Then you do this.

But very carefully.

I learned that in Egypt.

Now, you bring this slowly

into contact with

this.

But not too slowly.

In fact, not slow at all.

(LAUGHING)

Now, you see that?

It looks difficult,

but it's really not difficult at all

when you know how.

Now, watch.

You apply "A,"

but very carefully,

to "B."

Now you watch very intently until it goes.

And if it doesn't go?

Well, if it doesn't go, you go back to bed

and stay there till spring.

Now, Miss Novak,

if you're sufficiently in your place,

we'll go...

We'll go on with our work.

Congratulations.

Thank you.

- So, you don't think I have four chapters?

- I'll believe it when I see them.

Not only four, but seven.

You've done all that

since the day I saw you?

Well, that sermon you preached

was enough to put anybody to work.

(LAUGHING) I didn't say the last part.

Well, you're a bit more poetic, I'll admit.

But you said my pen was a cow.

(GIGGLING)

(READING)

- Will you read some of this story to me?

- Will I?

If you only knew

how I'd hoped you'd ask me.

Taka wasn't a very good audience.

He liked books

with shooting in them, he said.

Is that about you, the book?

Well, this is about a chap who

came back to the place he was born,

all messed up.

Pretty well finished,

as far as the world was concerned.

Well, no use talking about it. I'll read it.

"There was no feeling of familiar things

as Stephen looked around him.

"The hills. He remembered his gaunt

and sharply outlined..."

"Night fell and he trudged on.

"Sonya beside him, sensing his loneliness

and daring not to speak.

"Suddenly, he dropped on the soft earth.

"She knew he was weeping

and wept with him.

"Soon, their weeping filled the air

as naturally

"as the soft sound of insects around them.

"'How did I come so far, so far,

in these short years?

"'How, Sonya?"'

That's as far as I've gone.

I didn't know you felt like that.

I wouldn't have said what I did to you.

So, you got back, huh?

Where were you all morning?

What were you doing up there?

- MANYA:
I wasn't there all morning.

- Where were you?

- I was at Helena's.

- You were at Helena's?

It's too bad I didn't see you there.

Well, Helena's old man was

chopping wood for Mr. Barrett.

He saw you through the window.

She was on the sofa,

listening to him all morning and laughing.

In the front room. They were...

He was only reading me his book.

He reads you his books?

She's been there a lot of times.

Helena's old man said so.

I was helping him.

He writes a book about the Polish people.

And he doesn't know what

the Polish people say and do.

Well, I'll show him what

the Polish people do.

You don't go in his house.

- And if I see you listen...

- He put a pillow under her head.

He put a pillow under your head?

- There is no harm in that.

- Go in the house!

And you don't take milk to that

no-good man, not ever. You understand?

Right? You come help me with the pigs.

Wanna watch me, while I kill pigs?

- No.

- Manya.

Fredrik wants you should watch,

while he kill pigs.

- I don't want to. It makes me sick.

- You do what Fredrik wants.

It makes me sick, I tell you.

(CHUCKLING)

Makes lots of women sick,

sticking pigs, huh?

(PIG SQUEALING)

Hi, there, Mr. Barrett.

Got a telegram for you.

- Thanks.

- That'll be 25 cents.

I could have saved you the quarter

if I read it to you over the phone,

but your wife gave me tarnation

for that one.

Okay. Wait. Maybe there's an answer.

- Got a pencil?

- No.

Here.

Send a wire to Mrs. Barrett

at this address.

Say, "My work won't let me. Love, Tony."

"My work won't let me. Love, Tony.

"My work won't let me. Love, Tony."

Say four more words, for the same money.

Haven't got any more words to say.

- "Very happy Thanksgiving. Sincerely."

- Fine, say that. She'll like that.

Here's a couple of bucks.

This ought to cover it.

Yeah. That's fine. Thanks.

"My work won't let me. Love, Tony."

"My love won't work me." That ain't it.

"My work won't love me." That neither.

"I can't love my work."

Oh, shucks. I'm losing my memory.

(HUMMING)

I'm afraid I'll have to

discharge you, Miss Novak.

I don't quite like the way

you tuck in these covers.

Better than Hezzie Jones can do.

- Hezzie Jones?

- Yes.

I got her to come to work

for you tomorrow.

Can she cook good grunts

and wheat cakes?

Yes. She sings well, too.

I know how to stop that. I'll out-sing her.

I left your supper in the oven.

You mean, you left rations

for the winter season.

No.

I hate people who

tuck in the blankets, Manya.

I like mine loose,

so my feet can express themselves.

There.

Can't you catch any better than that?

I thought you were

an efficient cover catcher.

You should leave the cover off.

No, no. Not this one.

I count these patches

when I'm going goofy at night.

Fifty-four red ones and 56 white ones.

And 98 what-do-you-call-thems

on the wallpaper.

Mine has over 100.

Yours don't look like snakes, though.

Mine look like Mr. Sobieski.

- (IN POLISH ACCENT) Yeah?

- (IN FORCED ACCENT) Yeah.

Is good land, Peter.

Yeah. Good land. Yeah.

- Is good price, Peter.

- Yeah. Good price. Yeah.

- Is too good price, Peter.

- Yeah. Too good price. Yeah.

Maybe you better yet

give another pig, huh?

- Is good.

- Is good.

I can't bring the milk anymore.

My father was angry. Fredrik, too.

I couldn't have come to tell you,

but they went to town.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, too, Manya.

We've had fun, haven't we?

- Yes.

- I'll miss you.

- I waited for our mornings.

- I have, too.

You know, I'd never have written my book

if it hadn't been for you.

- Of course you would.

- No.

You gave me a reason.

One has to have a reason for everything.

For working, for living.

Mine was pretty worn out.

I only hope you finish it.

Thank you, Manya.

MANYA:
I must go.

Do you have to go?

They'll be gone quite a while, won't they?

What about your mother?

- I'll stay.

- Good.

- I have nothing to read you.

- I'm glad.

I don't want to be read anything.

I'm beginning to feel like Sonya,

be like her.

Be like Manya, then.

(WIND HOWLING)

JAN:
Manya! Manya!

We had to turn back. Blizzard coming.

- Where's Manya?

- She went to her cousin, Marysia.

She better come home quick. Blizzard.

(CLASSICAL MUSIC PLA YING)

(MUSIC STOPS PLAYING)

Well?

The concert's over for a while.

The musician has to carry in

some more logs.

It's 5:
00. I must be going.

My father will be back.

- Coming down much heavier than it was.

- Goodbye.

Not goodbye, Manya.

We'll be seeing each other.

- Wait. You can't go out in that.

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