Coat!
She's not eating!
She will.
Eat!
You have to eat!
What's that?
What's happening?
A cart's approaching.
Who are they?
Gypsies, I think.
What the fuck do they want here?
I don't know but they're coming this way!
The stinking rotten bastards!
What shall we do?
Go and chase them away!
What are you waiting for?
Get moving!
There's water here!
Come and help!
Come and help, papa!
Come on, hey! Come and drink!
Hold the horse.
Look.
Here comes the girl. Here's the girl.
Her eyes are like the devil's.
Get away from here! Go away!
What are you doing here?
Get away from here!
Come here.
-Come with us. -I won't.
I'm not going anywhere.
Come with us to America.
Are you deaf? Let me go!
I'm not going with you!
God forbid.
Come here.
I don't care.
Let go!
Fuck you sons of bitches! Get the hell out of here!
I'll rip your guts out, for fuck's sake!
Dirty rotten Gypsies!
This is for the water.
He'll kill me! Papa!
Papa! Come on!
Just come over here, you worm!
We'll be back!
The water is ours! The earth is ours!
You're weak! You're weak!
Drop dead! Drop dead!
One.
Since in holy places
only those things are allowed,
the practice of which
serves
the veneration of the Lord,
and everything is forbidden
that is not fitted for
the holiness of the place,
and since
holy places have
been violated
by the great injustice of actions
that have taken place
within them
that scandalize the congregation,
for this very same reason
no service unto the Lord
can be held there until,
through a ceremony
of penitence,
these aforementioned injustices
have been put to rights.
The bishop says
to the congregation,
"The Lord was with you!
"Morning will become night,
"night will be at an end..."
The storm continues to rage outside,
the wind still sweeps relentlessly across the land from the same direction,
but now there is nothing in its path to obstruct it.
Only a great cloud of dust whipped up by the wind
rushes recklessly forward,
bone-dry dust and the ravaging nothing
that the wind rolls before it as it rages unbridled
over the barren land.
THE FOURTH DAY
-Come! -What is it?
-Come quick! -What's wrong?
The well!
Fuck!
Cover it!
And the brandy?
Why didn't you eat?
You're not going anywhere...
Drink!
At least drink a little water!
Drink!
For my sake!
Pack up clothes, dishes, needle and thread, things like that.
What for?
We're not staying here. Pack!
Blankets, brandy.
Brandy!
Potatoes, too.
Get the handcart.
Come on!
THE FIFTH DAY
What's this darkness?
Light the lamps!
Fuck!
Why didn't you fill it up?
It's full.
Bring some embers!
What is all this?
I don't know.
Let's go to bed.
Even the embers went out.
Tomorrow, we'll try again.
We can hear them groping their way to their beds,
we can hear them lying down,
and pulling the blankets over them.
We can hear them breathing,
only their breathing can we hear.
Dead silence outside, the storm is over.
Dead silence falls on the house, too.
THE SIXTH DAY
Eat.
We have to eat.
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