Zelary Page #4
- I don't get it.
- Why not?
How could they hide it so long?
Her husband went looking for her.
They hid nothing.
Think they really live together?
She's in her sixth month!
Chamomile.
Cinquefoil.
Buckthorn.
St. John's-Wort.
Comfrey.
Mugwort?
Buckthorn?
Hot.
That baby is mine! It's mine!
You can keep the whore,
but the baby is mine!
Baby thief!
I'll be back for it!
Close your eyes.
You're beautiful.
What?
You are.
Now you.
About you? You are...
What?
- An old hag.
- Oh, you!
You think you've got me tamed,
but I have other plans.
- I'm going to finish med school.
- I also have big plans.
- Yes.
What?
It's a secret.
Tell me.
We'll buy some sheep.
That holy night,
shepherds stood under the heavens...
taking turns watching their flocks.
A great light suddenly appeared...
and a mighty angel of the Lord
stood before them.
They were overcome with fear...
but the angel said unto them, "Fear not... "
He says we're to stand
and go outside. Everyone.
For hiding an enemy of the Reich...
death!
Spring 1945
- Praise the Lord.
- May he bless us.
I got it out by the bridge.
Seemed sad to let it float away.
That's not a doll. It's Winter, the goddess.
You believe such stuff?
You're dripping.
They'd beat me up if they saw me with it.
- I need to dry it someplace.
- You do deserve a beating.
- Indeed, it's a sin.
- I'll repent in confession.
- God knows you're not sorry.
- I'm just tricking him a little.
You can only trick yourself
and forfeit his forgiveness.
- Does God know everything we think?
- Everything.
Here, help me with these.
It's all hopeless if he knows everything.
Are your thoughts pure?
It's enough to know they're not.
You're right, spring is here.
or stand in a corner, right?
Run along.
Soldiers! Soldiers are coming!
- Cheers!
- Cheers!
To our liberators!
Cheers!
You look like my sister.
- What?
- Sister. Cheers.
What're you doing, you jerk? I'll shoot you!
- Just having fun, old man.
- Fun?
To victory.
- Laughing at me?
- Yeah.
I'm walking straight.
It's shameful and the
field mice can see you.
- I'm going no further.
- I am.
What if I run away?
You won't today.
I'm on your conscience.
Can't drink or walk, but wants to run.
- Put me down. Wait, you're panting.
- Stop squirming.
- You're going to bust.
- Now you're free.
You can go.
You're laughing at me again.
Where could I go?
I'm not budging.
I mean tomorrow.
In a week.
- Maybe someone's waiting.
- No one's waiting for me.
No one.
Roman?
Is this her? She's pretty.
I told you you'd like her.
You're beautiful. I like you.
What's your name?
Sorry. It'll be fine. I'm Vasya.
Understand me?
What are you doing, you whore?
Stop, you bastard. I'll show you.
Swine! Fascist!
F***ing fascists!
Killed my brother.
I'll kill them all!
- Where is it?
- Over the hill!
Let's go! Move!
- I'm on your side.
- Back! Get down!
I'm a friend.
For the love of God.
You idiot! That was a priest.
He's not a German.
You killed him. Let's get out of here!
No one will find you here. Wait for me.
Don't go.
Sorry, Mother. I'm Sashka. Sorry.
Stop, you idiot!
And take your hands off me!
Let's have a drink.
Thank you, Mother. Thank you.
Mommy!
Help, they're killing her!
Help.
Azor!
Seek, Azor!
My God. Careful.
God keep us.
- Let me do it.
- Here's sheets for bandages.
Azor, slow down.
Put him down here, Joza.
Give me more.
- Joza.
- It's okay.
Grab it.
And Vojta? Where's Vojta?
Azor?
Azor! Quiet!
Joza!
They aren't fascists, Comrade Lieutenant.
Germans? Where?
These are our people. I know them.
Don't shoot!
They're all our people.
Careful here.
Follow me.
Come, the boy knows the way.
These are our people.
Hurry! Help with the wounded.
Get a move on!
Bring a stretcher.
Careful. You'll be fine.
Joza?
Doctor!
It's okay.
Let me give him a little hug.
Lucka.
It can't be. Hanulka?
Oh, Lucka.
Is it really possible? You're alive?
I'm none too sure.
I'm none too sure at all.
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