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For the last time, for the last time. . . You'd think I heard it for the first time.
It's over, I can not do this anymore. Get out of this stinking village!
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The Floren bar.
Thank you.
Glory, Mary the Most Blessed.
In the Immaculate Conception, glory.
Forgive me, Holy Father, I have sinned.
Manolo left me. I'm a bad wife. I made him unhappy.
Enough, Dolores, I forbade you to repent of other people's sins.
He abandoned you.
Yes, but it happened because of me. I behaved like a fool, like an egoist. . .
Enough, I said!
Manolo left, because he. . .
Thank God for this.
"For losing him?" "Because he freed you from him."
But I love Manolo.
Is there anyone who you do not love?
- Is it bad? "No, Dolores, that's not bad."
So what should I do, Holy Father? What to do?
You always knew what to do. Do not pretend that you need advice.
I need advice, I'm completely confused.
She followed God's advice in everything, and now, I lost it.
I love God, but my husband too.
I hear a reproach in your voice.
Since you talked like that, I'm afraid to even think about what you can do to bring him back.
At anything.
Think about what you're talking about, Dolores. You behave yourself recklessly.
Now, if there's nothing more I can say, you'd better leave.
You read three times, "Ave, Maria," although what am I talking about?
Do not pray, do whatever you want. Go, I can not give you a remission.
A box for begs.
For the third world.
Dolores! Dolores!
It all seems to me that it has been an eternity since ...
. . How I wake up, and before you come.
Every time I'm afraid that you will forget about the unfortunate cripple, and then. . .
I'm afraid. . . Then. . .
Rub off the tears, Leocadia.
When a person cries, feeling sorry for himself, he only water his pain. . .
... and no longer able to stop never.
Yes, I'm crying on my own. Everything, I'm ready.
My God! I look terrible, so grow old from yesterday!
It looks like a new wrinkle has appeared since morning. Let me take a look.
Well, of course, here it is! Exactly.
Ready?
It seems, blinked.
Do you remember the time when I did not know how to keep my eyes open?
Look there, in the closet. 10 years passed. In the spring it was, I remember well.
I was in a pink shirt, which you sewed for me to my birthday. Remember?
Here they are.
Check this out. . .
I remember my father.
Every day, taking a picture, he told me:
"One life is to keep it, and the other is just to live."
You are so beautiful here.
No, it's love.
All women are beautiful when they are in love.
It seems yesterday it was!
Use that is young.
Life is so fleeting, look at me.
I consoled myself that when all of us do not become, ..
. . .eta other life that I keep will remain a testament to that ..
. . . that once in this town people lived.
Maybe one day a baby will be born again.
Or maybe you are right.
How much should I ask that you correct this sign!
I know, in this city all do not care what is written above our entrance!
But I'm not going to live a lifetime with a single "buno", without a single letter!
Dolores, darling, good morning!
You heard, Dolores also says, it's time to fix the sign. Well, how can I convince him?
Good morning, Leopoldo.
Well, what I told you, I talk all day with the walls. Come on. "
Darling, look who's here. I told you, she will not be late.
At the appointed time, it's worthwhile to stop for a while, ..
. . She is already rushing about the room like a pounded animal.
The girl is silent, her father does not answer me, who will pay me for this?
Okay, I'll leave you, I have a lot more to do.
I do not understand why Dolores is silent, so she certainly will not speak.
If she were not the only child in the city, ..
... with other kids would rather forget about what happened, and to her voice would return.
He could not find another way!
I hung on a single olive, so that the whole city would stare at him!
I know, you do not want to talk about it, but it will end with nothing to talk about.
Of course, I know you're one of those who think ..
... that when you have to say something, it is better to keep your mouth shut.
Damn it! Again the same thing! I told you!
Dolores, honey, how? Shut up, I know what you'll say.
God, it's late already. The morning flies by, and you do not have time to do anything.
All right, Dolores, thank you again, and until tomorrow.
Lord, what a woman! Not very talkative, really.
We invite you to listen to the 348th chapter of the radio story "The Right to Life".
Not true! Yesterday you said the same thing! Today is the 349th!
Jose Alberto, look into my eyes and tell me what you think of her.
With this over, Mom, as I said, it's finished forever.
How could you do this to me!
A young man of your position and slave, yes even black! How could you!
If you start crying again, I better leave.
That's right, go away if you have enough courage.
Come on, Dolores, where is your strength, do not think about it anymore.
You're killing me with your kind, and it's not worth it.
Do not say that, Manolo is good.
What he does not deserve is that everyone talks badly about him.
It's all my fault.
I beg you, do not cry, you know, it's beyond my strength.
I'm sorry.
Me too.
Do not think badly of him. There is nothing else to do but wait.
Sometimes doing nothing - becomes the worst thing.
You know, get things tonight and get over to me before he comes back.
"No, Manolo can return, and then." . . "Stop thinking about him!"
He will return, he will not find you, and you will see how he runs in search.
After all, he left. Then what the heck!
If I ask you to stay with me, then I'm counting on your consent.
Okay.
The room is simple, but there is everything you need.
I left you a second shelf so you can put things together.
But if you need more space, settle down, you're at home.
Settle, as you like. Consider that you are at home.
You see where everything lies. What you need, then take it.
And stop thinking about it. Stop being upset about it.
Have a rest.
Florence.
Thank you.
Glory, Mary the Most Blessed.
In the Immaculate Conception, glory.
Father, teach me to sin.
Why are you asking me about this?
Because you are a confessor. And you know better than others what it is.
I can not teach you to sin, Dolores.
You decided to humiliate yourself by sin, this is your business.
I can not advise you to commit all seven deadly sins. . .
. . or violate any of the ten commandments.
For my part, it will not be very good.
And you do not want me to curse myself for this, after all?
- No I do not want to. - What then?
I just want to return my husband, I want to become a normal wife.
- So behave yourself. - I'm trying to.
Then what are you doing here? Do you want to be normal?
Then do not come to repent for no reason, did you understand me?
I do not want to see you until you really do.
And now you better leave.
I do not want to think that I'm still able to tell you!
And how does a person know that he has sinned?
He knows, that's all.
Dolores! Dolores, how glad I am to see you.
I want to ask you something.
Matilda is sick, and I need to go to the city and buy her medicine.
Could you sit with her in the evening? I can not leave her alone.
"Dolores!" "I'm coming, Leocadia!"
And do not worry. After the show, okay?
Gorodishko should put you a monument. True, he immediately falls apart.
Do not say that, I ask you. So, until the evening.
How can such a woman be married to this type?
It's better than not having anyone.
Completely crazy, Leocadia! Old witch! That's disgusting!
Today I have an excellent cauliflower.
Hello, Paco.
This picture was painted by my father.
There were amazing yellow, yes, and red ones. These flowers were red.
One day they will become like that again.
Red and green.
Now he realized that he was blind.
Maybe it's better that way.
I do not want him to end up like Don Cristobal.
I still remember the expression on his face that morning, ..
... when we went to demand that he return the colors.
This was the beginning of the tragedy.
Who would have thought that everything would end like this?
Not true.
We all knew that he would commit suicide.
And they all pretended to be surprised when they found out that he had hung himself on the olive hill.
As if this olive used to serve for something else.
Dolores, you are always so punctual.
Here's my Matilda.
Three days without consciousness, poor thing, does not even moo.
And if you give a voice - then you need to sing her a lullaby.
Leaving it with you, I will be calm. She only needs it.
I do not want her to feel the same way as I do.
And you behave yourself, my mother will be back soon.
You, Mireille, talk a little with Gabriela, something she just dropped.
Once again, thank you.
Not that one who does not have anyone, but someone who does not know how to love.
Do not kill, do not commit adultery, do not steal.
So, four boxes of milk, two with sugar.
Dolores, how many bottles of cognac are left there?
Three.
So, here we have four.
Strange, he is always so punctual.
I do not understand how you can not make up your mind.
I hope one day he will appear in the doorway, put something romantic and ask, ..
. . I do not want to dance with him. That's right, very close.
That's exactly what he will do.
Angela took cigars from us. Remind me to write down.
- Good morning. - Good morning.
- Good morning. - A sip of cognac.
I only have coffee.
I tell you, he's too kind.
Another in his place would have given her a long time ago.
I'm not from steep walkers and I do not think that it's decent to change your wife with another.
But to the woman cheating on her husband - this is, sorry, monstrous.
It's hard for you to understand, you're not married.
But believe me, the worst thing that a peasant can do is change it with someone.
You love her, and she. . .
Quiet, he goes.
Excuse me, is there a car repair shop nearby?
- Yes, but it's closed. - Will it open soon?
- I doubt it. "And no one can fix a wheel for us?"
- Pepe can. - Well. Where can we find it?
So I would like to know.
And to the nearest city far?
San Benito is 40 kilometers from here, along the 320th track. It starts on the road.
Yes, there, she's the only one. Go straight and get.
- Leave the surrender to yourself. "And my coffee?"
Go-go.
Swallow something, while we change the wheel.
- What do you want? - To die.
And a drink?
Excuse me.
There is no love.
One morning you wake up and realize that life has lost its meaning.
I believed in love, I lived for her.
What did I do wrong?
What can the other one give to her that I could not give?
- Sorry. - What are you, for God's sake.
Infidelity is a grave sin.
I do not care, I do not believe in the justice of the Almighty.
If he had been just, he would equate his wife's infidelity with 10 husband's treason.
To ten?
Is not the woman the heart of the hearth?
Hence, responsibility is greater.
May God, if he wants, forgive her, but I can not.
Maybe because I can not understand it, why?
Yes, I do not understand it.
I've never been with another woman, except her.
She was the only one, the only one!
Do you the same, maybe, and understand it.
And they could understand, perhaps, and would forgive. Is not it?
You say I have to change my wife?
I'm looking for a way to get you back.
Pepe!
If you do not do anything, turn your face to the wall!
Tell me, what is your name?
Lolita.
Yes, Lolita.
Lolita, it's hard for you to understand what you did for this unfortunate person.
Now I understand, you can be with someone you do not love.
I will find her and make me fall in love again.
I feel so guilty that I love her more than before.
Lolita, you are the best woman in the world. Thank you.
- I would like somehow to thank. . . - No, do not. Lolita will never accept this.
She would give it to the church.
What's wrong, sweetheart?
Do you believe that the worst thing a man can do is change it with another?
No, I think it's even worse to change it with two.
But, Dolores, that is, Lolita, what's the matter with you?
You just saved this family! Do you understand this?
This is the same good deed as the others.
So, tell me this Manolo, he will not think that I did badly?
Of course not. Manolo will be proud of you.
Lolita, do not worry, you just brought this unhappy back to life.
You made him go through something that he will not forget, ..
... and forget what he does not want to remember.
You do not understand, because Manolo left because he was tired of watching how I do all good.
And I do not want to see you until you truly sinned.
It's a blessing, like any other.
Look at me, I'm unhappy.
- I am 40 years old. - To many as much.
I'm 40 years old, and I'm a virgin.
Do not continue.
I'm a virgin, because I'm selfish.
I was never able to do something for another.
Enough, please.
I always thought that making love means giving away some part of yourself.
And I did not want anyone to enjoy it at my expense.
That's enough, I said.
I can not help you. Do not you understand? I can not.
I was told that you are the most generous of women. But it turns out that we are both the same.
No, they are not the same.
I do not want to be generous, and if you've never been so ...
. . This is only because you do not know the joy that generosity brings.
No, and I never know it.
I will not even try.
Funny, for my mother, love was the most important thing in her life.
Who would have thought that her son would die a virgin.
So without knowing what it is.
Glory, Mary the Most Blessed.
In the Immaculate Conception, glory.
I did it, padre, I sinned.
- What have you done? - Nothing, nothing.
Then in what do you repent? What exactly?
In this - in the fact that nothing has been done.
This is not sin, Dolores.
To sin is another.
So tell me, Holy Father, what is this.
If it's true that the sinner knows that he has sinned, then I feel it.
Help me, Father.
Tell me, what is this, what do you feel about it, say it!
It means to feel the fire of jealousy devouring from within you.
It means - to wish someone the worst and not be able to suppress it in yourself ..
... sell the soul to the devil for ...
No one can feel this.
In the shower you are worse than any of us.
Your immense kindness is no more than a manifestation of vanity.
It does not surprise me that Manolo left you.
Running on business, Dolores, I do not even stop.
"Dolores!" "Leave her alone." She is in a hurry to help someone.
Look at me, Manolo. Lord, look at everything, now I will not back down.
If all of you can sin, why am I worse?
Enough! I swear, I will not be good-hearted.
No one, and for no reason, will ever say thank you to me.
My girl, it is impossible that someone constantly cares for you.
It is necessary to be more independent, you never know what can happen, and you immediately won.
You'll have to stay in bed today. I'm saying it's for your own good.
It's wrong, well, she did not come one day, do not worry.
Today, Mom will stay with you and tell you a story.
Dolores!
Good God, Leopoldo, the girl says!
Do you hear, Leopoldo, Candida spoke!
"Where is Dolores?" "He's resting, but what happened?"
"I need to see her, a miracle happened!" - Yes, and what's the matter?
Leocadia. . . She went.
Dolores did not come to her this morning, and she got up to find her.
This is a miracle, a real miracle! Miracle!
Sweetheart, the little girl started talking.
Help me, help!
This man was trying to hang himself on a hill, on an olive tree. He tried to commit suicide!
Lord! What's wrong with him?
We happened to be there.
I already do not understand anything. Nothing.
If it's you who sent them, tell this to Anselmo's father.
And forgive me.
Come on, everyone on the street, this man is in good hands.
Sorry Sorry.
I just wanted to. . .
Help me move him to the room.
Dolores, think carefully about what you will do.
Call me Lolita.
I knew. This is beyond her strength.
Lolita has innate unlimited kindness.
"Lolita's?" - Yes, she chose this name herself when. . .
Well, in general, it all started with the appearance of a desperate man.
Why did you leave me?
And now she is there, helping him.
Incredible.
You are wonderful.
And you were right: to be generous infinitely nice.
Today a new life begins, which I will devote to people.
I want to do something for someone, for all mankind.
Did I tell you?
"Where is the church here?" - At the end of the street, to the right.
I'm so miserable.
Let's go, the village is still full of work.
I'm staying, I'll have a cup of coffee first.
Florence, tell me more about Lolita.
You are incomparably better than what they tell you about.
But in fact, nothing has happened to you.
That's it, just now it happened, something wonderful.
- I think I fell in love with you. "Do not say that, I'm married."
You do not know how I envy your husband.
Dolores, that is, Lolita, I wanted. . .
Well, in general, I am. . . My character is bad. Amanda always chases me for nothing.
I do not know why.
I'm thinking about Dolores. Awesome woman.
Yes.
Where are you going? Can not you sleep after lunch?
Hello, Leopoldo! What, to Lolita?
No, I to Dolores, thank her for Candida.
Did not anyone tell you anything?
I thought you knew everything from Claudio or Paco.
Her name is not Dolores.
Since she saved the life of the guy, she's Lolita.
"What guy?" "You'll see for yourself."
Has come to it any unfortunate, well and. . .
It does not matter to me that I do not see them, they all have me here, as if they were alive.
Anyone should stay with this woman at least once in a lifetime. Must.
I would like to love my job again to help Amparo.
And I want to thank you for your daughter.
Lolita, and I'm not all right.
Leopoldo, what are you doing? Help, the girl will drive me crazy.
Do not open your eyes!
Ready? Come on!
Your colors.
It seems I'm impotent.
I'm in love with you.
Premature ejaculation.
Too shy.
- I'm in love with you. "And as time approaches." . .
I do not know how to tell you.
Money, money for my church! Money, money for my church!
What's wrong, Father?
Money, finally - money for the church!
- So they were not for the third world? - And according to you, in what you live?
Padre! Holy father! Money for the church! Padre! Holy father! Money for the church!
Padre!
Leave everything here! Careful, careful!
That's right, great!
The bell, at last.
Our dead have blossomed. Who would have thought!
What is it even urban so pulls into this bar?
Why so surprised, Sebastian works like a wolf.
Come on, navals! Together! Drag!
Come on, come on! Drag!
Closed.
If the Holy Father does not stop ringing from morning to night, I'll go crazy.
Closed!
I would like to become someone important, like. . .
How is the mayor?
Yes.
But do you remember what our last mayor did?
He had no choice but to hang himself.
Senor Don Cristobal committed suicide because no one loved him.
Yes, but more because his work was meaningless.
He needed such a life ?!
Florence loves you the way you are.
Likes for the fact that every day you sweep here, because you bring milk.
For being a good person.
She loves you, Pepe.
True?
Pepe!
Look, what a moon, Pepe.
No. Lolita! Lolita! Lolita!
- What's the matter? - Easy! What's the matter?
Whores.
- Well, a nasty hole! "They probably fuck any rubbish here!"
Damn it! In my years to drag myself here to see this old woman!
What, I wonder, she lures them? How is she better than us?
I would sit at home listening to the radio series. Lucy, now, help me, baby.
Help me.
And why did you come here in large numbers?
Are you happy with me?
- Now yes. - Well, do not ask.
"She's an old woman, look at her." "And just a cow."
Quiet!
That you are the merciful soul who decided to save humanity by hitting it?
Your name, like a curse, is passed from mouth to mouth, and everyone dies from the desire to get acquainted.
Even children are saving up copper coins to come here and look at you.
And their mother is touched.
What do you give them, Lolita, what?
- Love. - And shit.
And we, not love, or what?
- Who gave you the right to deprive us of our work? - Quiet!
Her husband Karol is 3 years old in a wheelchair and she keeps it because she loves.
The Lucy family lives only on the money that she sends them every month.
And this is also love.
Katya has two babies and a three-month-old son.
And you're talking about love?
Look at them, Lolita. They are all mothers, all have a family.
Women who because of you now have nothing to feed their children.
We did not have a single client left.
I did not want to upset you. I'm sorry, but. . .
No, I should be sorry.
If you could see their faces when they come to me.
They are like lost puppies who are looking for a mother.
They are so helpless, so want to love and be loved.
Come on, Lolita, ask them for money. . .
. . .i will see how they will immediately cease to be unhappy.
I believe that many were sincere.
But I assure you that more than half just took advantage of you.
I will not, Lolita, ask you to stop helping these men.
But as long as you do it for nothing, no one will come to us at all.
But I can not take money from them.
Why not?
Because the heart does not sell, the feelings are not sold and not bought.
Do you think they have no feelings?
If life had treated them better, they would have been like you.
But it's not so easy to survive.
And mercy is a luxury that not everyone can afford.
How much money does the Lucy family need?
Oh no! We do not need your money. We, as always, will cope.
Direct them to what you think is right.
Good.
Thank you. Thank you, Lolita.
Thank you, Lolita !!! Thank you!!!
"Remember, the Lord was generous to you. The minimum rate for Lolita is 5000. "
"What is this, a joke?" - And it seems to me, not bad.
What is not bad? Since when did the Lord's bounty appoint a price?
Who could have told her that?
I do not allow anyone to joke about me like that.
"What are you talking about ?!" - And with what money does the church rebuild?
And how is your tongue not withered ?!
It was mine. . . My church.
I should have known. You always took everything from me.
You know what you feel when someone constantly reminds you ...
. . .chto so be a nonentity?
No, of course, because you always went the right way, no deviations, no sins.
I will not hold back a feeling that makes me hate you.
You stole my place from me before God.
What are you doing, padre? Do not, I beg you.
All the same, I burn in hellfire.
How to know, maybe your body will be my salvation.
No, padre, this ambition.
Do not do this, Father, please.
I can not let you.
The Lord will understand and forgive, but you do not forgive yourself this and all your life you will curse yourself.
You are not even excited.
Lord, what am I doing?
You turned me into a jerk.
No. You are the first to whom I refused.
Maybe the Lord chose you to make me commit my first sin.
From the bar just came Father Anselmo.
Do not you think this is strange?
Come on, Berta, what's happening to us, the women of this village?
Men forbid us to approach the bar, and all are silent!
There comes a truck full of whores, and everyone behaves as if it were a common thing!
Dolores does not want to explain anything to us, and no one asks.
So we will sit with folded hands?
So, I'm going to see what's happening right now.
You're not going anywhere!
Librada, come back! Come back, for God's sake! Librada!
Good afternoon, Librada. Pour you something?
A cup of coffee.
Lolita, I'm so grateful to you. I have not made love for so long.
"You talk to Librada." Promise? - I promise. Yes. Thank you.
Lolita? I can not believe it.
No, it's not what you think.
Here's how!
Yes, but let me explain! Librada! Librada!
Leave her. Now she will not listen to you.
It's over, it's over.
Some day they had to find out.
We will not be able to come to her again.
- But why? "In a minute, our wives will be in the know."
And we have something to hide?
- No, but. . . - But what?
And the truth is, we just love, that's all.
I'm not married, but I have a wife, it would not change anything.
Correctly. Are we harming anyone?
You're right. We do not do anything to anyone.
And I, what will I tell my wife?
And you do not need to say anything.
- He wants to reproach him, screw her well. - To stick?
Calm down, breathe deeply and tell everything in order, but nothing is clear.
All these men are in the queue to make love with Dolores.
Now they call her Lolita. When I came in, she just had my husband.
- It was terrible! - And who sent you there?
- Well, everything, Librada, everything is already behind. "How can I look at him now ?!"
Stop crying.
Say thank you that they are sleeping with her, and not with another.
How can you say that, Bertha!
Dolores was the only woman we admired, an example for us.
"What will happen to us?" - What to do?
Do not you understand that she is doing all this for us?
- For us? "Listen to me, Amparo.
When was the last time you asked your husband to stand up and work twice?
No, he's waking me up now.
And you, Clotilde, how many times did Paco get up at dawn to look at the sunrise?
Since the colors returned, not once.
You, Josefa, how long have you not seen Candido in a rage?
Now he is always in a good mood.
You see? I do not know whether it's good or bad for Lolita.
But I do not want to lose such a husband as he has become.
For nothing in the world, I would not want Leopoldo to return to his former state.
Lolita is still the same to me.
It is necessary to ask advice from Padre Anselmo.
Father Anselmo also went there.
Yes, he does not know anything about this matter.
Maybe he just went there to ask about meat.
If the holy father has been there, then it is not a sin.
So, it is decided, everyone to meet husbands with a smile from ear to ear.
But what can I say to my husband?
You have already heard, are silent and smile.
My Fernando is now a straight beast.
Tell me, you will not believe me.
It is impossible to describe words.
Do not believe it.
Do not brag!!!
Sebastian, too, will not fall behind, now he always finds time.
Previously, everything was lying and sleeping, but now just come on.
"How I envy you!" - Do not worry.
Now, when there are so many single men in the village, you will find someone.
That's for sure, yes.
And what about your Leopoldo, Bertha?
Well, he is very affectionate.
But also. . .
I ought to talk to Lolita, so that she could learn it.
Yeah. Why does she lure them all so?
- Playing on a sense of superiority? - Maybe.
She's the only one who can compare. And they do not want to hit the dirt in the face.
Lolita must be a real monster in bed.
Since then, as a husband is with her, he does it!
We have never done this before.
- Someone from our husbands taught her this. - Well, yes, yours, of course.
Why not, how do you know? Yes, my husband, that you know. . .
Enough! I can not believe my ears!
None of us used to be proud of our husband as a lover.
We always complained that everything is the other way around. How many times have we all talked about this!
All except Lolita.
Manolo!
Floren, and what is Lolita's husband?
Manolo?
- He was very lucky. - It's by itself.
He must be like her?
Another such as she is not.
But what kind is he?
Pleasant and shy or vice versa, merry fellow and joker?
In general, neither that, nor another.
Generous, most importantly, generous, I think.
I do not know, it should be.
- Surely very patient. - And understanding.
It's clear.
Only an outstanding man can be with such a generous and responsive woman.
I do not know, I would have liked it if my wife had been so kind.
This Manolo is special.
Yeah. A person may have a bad temper, but consider him for it bad. . .
We must miss a lot.
Manolo, probably, an excellent fellow.
Yes. He must be the saint, not her.
Because such kind people as Lolita, in the shower are always a little selfish.
Because nothing can give such satisfaction as own kindness.
Enough! Here are chatting! They should be ashamed!
Lolita is the only one who has done something for this town!
And what I'm talking about, Manolo!
"What did the poor Manolo do?" And ourselves? "What happens when he returns?"
What does all this mean, damn it?
Returning to the city stunned Jose Alberto.
Of course, this is love, intensified by suffering, ..
... made him see the world around him fantastically beautiful.
He did not even know where to go, but he would find her. . .
This is Manolo. Manolo! Manolo! Manolo!
"Welcome back, Manolo!" - Welcome!
Manolo! It's you, Manolo! It is you!
God bless you for what you are.
I know that I should hate you, but Lolita did not teach us this.
You here for a long time?
It does not depend on me.
If she can forgive me, I will not go anywhere else.
God, do not forgive him.
What a woman!
What a man!
Dolores, maybe I did something I do not know myself about?
What do you mean?
It's just that I feel - how would you say - a hero without a feat.
Okay, I'll ask differently. Dolores, did you do something that I do not know about?
Yes, but you are unlikely to like it.
Do you think I do not know that this is another blessing?
- I helped one man. "Only one?"
No, many. But I did not do it with good intentions.
I thought a lot about what you said.
You were right, being kind is easy when people push you to it.
No, Dolores, that's not what I meant. I apologized.
Please do not apologize. You're right. Do not.
No, I'm wrong. You're good and you can not be different, that's all.
No, Manolo, not everything.
The Lord no longer hears me.
Hears, of course, just does not listen anymore. He knows that you will ask for others.
No, it's not, Manolo. This time I asked him to let me sin.
And now, look at me. Even Father Anselmo refused to repent me.
Father Anselmo?
It's really a pity.
You have nothing to repent of.
Sorry. So will you tell me or not? I promise not to be angry.
Good. Do you remember your last words before leaving?
Give me at least one reason to forgive you, and I'll stay!
I decided to look for such an excuse.
What do you think is the worst thing that a husband can do?
Change him with another, what else? But you are not capable of this.
You would not be able to?
No, I could not.
So, when I gave myself to him, I did it to save his family.
Florence opened my eyes.
The worst came after, because more men came. . .
Why do you have such a face, dear?
Dolores, I'm not sure if I understood correctly.
Are you saying that I go to the heroes, because the whole village is sleeping with you?
Tell me I'm dreaming.
No, honey, you're not sleeping.
So, that gentleman hugged me, because he fucks you?
And what's bothering you, because you did not give Padre Anselmo?
Manolo, do not be so vulgar.
And you're counting on the fact that I'll forgive you for all this?
What was unable to contain kindness? Are you holding onto me as an idiot? Unheard of!
Manolo, for God's sake!
Did you decide that you married a saint?
Maybe it's an opportunity for you to become it.
I asked to give me an excuse to understand you, but ask me to understand all this!
I did not do it for a good reason. You should be proud of me!
Either saint, or whore! A normal woman can not be! Who sent you to me?
My mother told me: '' Marry Dolores, she is a clean and kind woman! ''.
To marry such a good one means to feel worse than her!
But marrying a whore is much worse!
Whore! And I still should be proud of this!
Be proud of being married to a whore!
Come out, everyone! Come on, get out!
What, leave me alone? Come out, I tell you!
Come out!
- Poor man. - Poor woman.
If only she knew that she was just a whore, she would never lie down with her.
Do not go!
Come on, come out! What are you afraid of, it's just a whore! Whore!
Come on, come on, go on! It's a whore! Whore! You heard?
Are we letting this whore fool us?
Recognize that fucking is an act of mercy?
Throw it away! Come on, drop it!
Imagine that this is your wife. Or yours, or yours too.
This is for me, stronger, give her what she deserves!
Let him pay for the pleasure.
Made us believe that you help us.
You just used us!
Let's! Stronger! Stronger!
Lolita? Come out, Lolita! Clients came!
Lolita, come out!
Come out!
Whore.
Floro, Manolo says I'm a whore. But why the whore?
Because she helped them because she slept with them?
The Lord punished me.
Maybe the Almighty is testing you? Maybe he's jealous?
Is he jealous?
So after all because of all these men you stopped going to church!
Bar "Happiness".
Lord! Do what you want with this body!
I no longer know what to do with it.
What have we done!
Lolita, forgive us.
Padres, padre, help me!
Everyone is carrying his own cross.
But how can you tell me this? Padre! You can not do this to us!
Padre!
Padre, where are you dragging this cross?
What are you doing?
You are the only one who can help us.
Talk to her, Padre!
Well, what will happen?
Ask for her forgiveness from the Lord.
Enough! I will not persuade her to sleep with your husbands, children and cattle.
Let's all climb up to it!
What kind of children are you talking about, cynic!
What to do, it can not go on!
Fernando does not eat anything.
He says if Lolita does not open the bar, he will not open his mouth.
She wants to be alone.
What have they done!
Librada, where did the priest drag the cross?
"On the olive hill." "Where's Candida?"
Listen, if through his fault my girl again loses her voice. . .
Yes, what is it, there is not enough room? How to hang yourself, so all on the olive hill!
Candida, daughter, where are you? There is no it, there is no my girl! Candida!
Where's she? Dear daughter! Candida!
Candida! Candida!
Candida, my girl, say something!
Hush! You do not see Padre do not want to talk.
My little girl.
And you, decided to commit suicide when you need us?
Where is your charity?
Yes, even in front of everyone.
And we - you believed.
If you are the support of our souls, then we have nothing to worry about.
Have you come to torture me even crucified on the cross?
But what a crucifix, pure trash!
Shame on you, padre!
If Christ were offered such a cross, he would prefer to hang himself.
Let me die, just as he died.
Christ did not commit suicide, he was killed because he was someone.
And you, who needs to get rid of you?
What do we do?
We need a new mayor.
Behind me.
Could wait a bit.
Okay, do not twitch, I'll take you down.
Good afternoon, Pepe.
- What's good? - So far, nothing, so we're here.
We need a mayor.
The mayor? But we decided that the mayor will not have any more
Because they thought that nothing would happen again. I was the first to object.
After Candida's voice was gone, I did not want any more suicides.
But now I'm not afraid.
There, Anselmo's father ends up with him, and the girl is in perfect order.
Does Anselmo's father end with him?
But he already has a bell. He hung himself in the bell tower?
No, he made himself a crucifix on the olive hill.
Who will take care of them, these holy men!
This unhappy olive tree will dry out from the gallows.
This I will prohibit in the first place.
Anyone who wants to hang himself, let him do it in the city.
Excellent. Pepe, you need to talk to Manolo.
Now he is the only one who can help us.
Men already regret about yesterday.
As long as Manolo does not approve of Lolita's behavior, they too will resist.
Pepe, you have to make Lolita open the place.
Probably, he thinks that from this she enjoys.
Wu ... Poor thing.
Yes, men do not know what sex is from compassion.
They get it when they want.
And if it was a duty, they would sing differently.
And if you teach a lesson to Manolo?
- How? - Come on. Behind me!
We want Lolita to open the place again.
Manolo, I say, we want to. . .
Not deaf, I hear, for me it's like opening a brothel.
Do you think she likes what she does?
Whores do it as necessary, and for her it's a calling.
Yes, but holy calling, not fucking!
None of us would like to be in its place.
Now you will understand that you, too. . .
You know, Father, I came to persuade you to get off the cross.
But who am I to persuade you!
Who gave me the right to judge?
Everything that happened in the village happened because of erroneous judgments.
There are no rules that establish what is good and what is evil.
Justice punishes actions, but not for thoughts.
And thoughts are not subject to trial, no.
Justice is unfair, holy father.
To whom is it given to judge others?
You're right, Pepe, help me down.
- Come back! - No, padre, no.
It's not a man, it's a beast.
With such a husband and I would become a saint.
Do not be envious, Amparo.
We came for what we came for, and no more.
Go you first, donja Leocadia, it is probably difficult for you to stand for so long.
Look, Dona Leocadia, I think you should go home.
- Such tests are no longer for you. - Who said that? Am I a fool?
Am I not the same woman as everyone? so what?
Go, doña Leocadia.
No, go, child, or these furies will pounce on me. I'll wait like everyone else.
Just a minute, a minute!
This is a difficult test, and if someone does not understand this, he can return home.
I always have to take care of everything!
Pepe, we are closed.
I know.
Florence, Lolita - a whore or a saint?
What do you think?
I think that I do not want to be the mayor.
And I do not want this.
You will have to decide the fate of people.
You take everything?
What I need, I can not take.
- I give up. "You can not surrender so easily."
Well, I knew that.
Well, how do you still think that Lolita was easy?
No, it must not be easy.
But if she were a man, everything would be different.
Yeah, otherwise.
Forgive me, Lord, I was a fool and selfish. I was a nerd. . .
Enough, Manolo, I do not want you to reprove yourself.
This jealousy blinded me.
Can not you see that I have no one but you, that I will never love another?
"Yes, but I'll just introduce you to them." - Cute. . .
None of them made me feel a tenth of what I feel with you.
So what are your faces like? Come all!
Come in! More courageous! I'm treating you! Come in!
Lolita.
Lolita, since you are engaged in men, maybe Manolo will take care of us?
Well, no, we are different. I will not pull everyone, you've seen.
And where is Father Anselmo?
Why is it called '' Olive Hill ''?
What a question!
Forgive me, Holy Father, I have sinned. I'm jealous, jealous.
To me?
Lolita, I would not want to be the cause of your first sin.
Friends. . .
- Sorry. "Why there, Father, we are all human beings."
Lolita. . .
Manolo, maybe you'll take care of them?
Okay.
Father, is jealousy a sin?
A grave sin.
I want to offer a toast! For the woman who brought us back to life!
For a woman who, knowing that this village is hopelessly doomed, has given us all hope!
"To Lolita!" - For Lolita!
This village can not die.
No, Leocadia, this village will never die.
This village will live to see how his children grow up.
To hear the crying of the newborns again and the children's laughter.
This village will never die, because thanks to you, we will have a child.
"Really, Lolita?" - Yes.
Whose is it? Sorry.
- The child. - You heard?
What about the kids? What are you waiting for? Finally.
Imagine, at our age and a child!
Child. What do you say?
Will he look like you?
He will be like everyone else.
We will have a baby!
Give music here!
Quiet! The radio series begins! And this is the last series!
Isabel shuddered.
A small creature, who was forbidden to live, tried to appear in the light.
Contractions became longer, pain and uncertainty pushed away fear.
She felt the presence of Jose Alberto.
She knew that he was here, next to him, that he had found her, not thinking about anything.
He did not care that she was not like the rest of the women.
She was ready to produce the fruit of a unique love.
She gave him back his desire to live.
And, in fact, it was he who was born again at these moments ...
My mother is consecrated.
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