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“What’s the use of delving into your past?” —

That's what mom said.

This was her firm belief.

And when I once said

this displeased her.

I think she was afraid of

“Don’t stir up the old stuff,” she said.

Nothing can be changed.

Better look ahead

The future is in your hands."

It is wrong to think that the past is immovable.

Our memories change

Maybe that's why my thoughts

to this housing, which every time

Take that quarrel for example

For me, at that time a child,

Only 30 years later

Finding new meaning

Grandma, look what I found!

Can I have these stamps?

They become more voluminous.

Whose letters are these?

Come on, give it here.

BURN ALL MY LETTERS

We're home.

- Hello!
- Hello.

- Everything is fine?
- Yes! Why are you so early?

- Boring party.
- And I liked it.

Would you like me to call you a taxi?

- No, no, I'm on a bike.
- OK.

- Did the children behave well?
- Yes, they are already asleep.

I'll close it for you.

- Be careful on the street.
- Thank you bye.

Why did we leave first?

I can't stand this guy.
Did you see how he behaved?

- And I thought he was cute.
- Yes, I noticed.

What you said?

- What I heard.
- And what does it mean?

That since we are going to visit together,

then we leave together.

For 500 crowns she could
and clean up better.

But the children love her.

Did you put the paper bag here?

- You have become a grouch.
- Don't put the bag in the trash.

Turn on some music
and let's go to the sofa.

Can I help you?

Go to the sofa, I'll sort it out myself.

And it's my fault that you
Is everything falling out of hand?

- Who put the paper bag here? I?
- Are we quarreling over the unfortunate bag?

- Seriously?
- Seriously.

Go lie down. You danced all night.

So that's why you're angry?
Because I was having fun?

You're acting like a child again.
Maybe it's time to grow up?

You always argue with everyone.

Even children are already starting to be afraid of you.

- Just don't get the kids involved in this.
- Yes?

We're sick of your need
command everyone and everything.

And I'm sick of your pathetic attempts
attract attention.

- What?
- Do not pretend. I have seen,

- how you behaved.
- When?

When I was dancing.

- Are you jealous?
- No.

Not at all. You're just clearly bored here.

Get back there!

- The party isn't over yet.
- God, what are we arguing about?

- No need to fuss. Come back.
- Hush, the children are sleeping.

- I can see!
- What?

- Go back!
- What?

-Where am I going?!
- Drink and walk!

Mother?

Everything is fine. Let's go.

- Wait...
- No.

Tomorrow I will take the children to my mother in Skåne.

And you won't come with us.

You have a problem, Alex.

You'll have to admit it.

I can not help you.
You have to figure it out yourself.

Amanda said she was scared

I didn't realize this before.

I've never been angry

Only when it was too late,

I'm letting out my inner demons.

I thought it was even good

It's dark there in the depths, but outside

But I was wrong.

Now I know: this is how you can destroy

We will draw a family tree.

Let's look at it through the eyes of a child.

If everything works out, the tree will give
idea of family relationships

and what behavior patterns were passed on
to you by inheritance.

What are your parents' names?

What's the use of delving into your past!

What happened, happened.

Finding the reasons for your behavior

Is there such a thing

And if there is, how will it help me?

Will this knowledge cure me?

My demons are just my demons.

Now let's look at the connections
between family members.

Celebrate good relationships
straight lines,

and conflict ones - zigzag.

My family tree feels tangled up

And all the broken arrows point

all anxiety is generated

Please sit down.

Now it's clearer than ever.

An irrefutable fact.

And there is something in this.

What do you see?

Lots of good relationships
paternal side

and many bad ones - on the mother's side.

Maternally.

Do you see where the source of all conflicts is?

Yes.

SVEN

How is Sven Stolpe related to you?

Grandfather on my mother's side.

Could you describe it in one word?

Genius.

What else?

Dying.

Well, aren’t you seasick?

No, I never get motion sickness.

Okay, then help me.
Here, take it to the house.

- And what's in there?
- Everything you love.

It's good here, it's warm.

Just the smell, like in a hospital.

What to do…

I know.

Yes…

Grandfather?

Alexander!

You raised me from the dead.

I usually visited them on Friday evenings

My grandparents' house was

Grandfather hated noise.

And most of all I couldn’t stand it

It prevented him from working.

Grandfather often sat in his office,

When he wasn't studying, he was lying in bed.

He once told me that seizures

What are you reading?

Your own novel.

What is he talking about?

All sorts of abominations are described there.

Jealousy, betrayal.

Death.

Why read about such bad things?

I check with my perception at that time.

Every writer should
do this from time to time.

Did you want something?

Grandma asks what will you drink?
after dinner: sherry or cognac.

Okay, sure.

- So sherry or cognac?
- Yes thank you.

- What did he say?
- "Yes thank you".

- Grandfather?
- What?

You have something red on your jacket.

Really?

Where, right here?

God, I think I wet myself.

Have you seen it, Karin?

What is this? Probably ketchup?

What is this?

It's a badge of honor that grandpa
received from the President of France.

How are you doing at school?
What are you being taught now?

What are you going through in history?

Do you know the Ten Commandments?

Can you name the first commandment?

- Do you remember her?
- Sven… Sven…

“Let you have no other gods,
except me."

Only in our days there is no longer any God.
What are they praying for now?

What is the main shrine
in modern society?

Can you answer me?

Sex, that's what.

It is revered as an absolute shrine.

Purity, purity —
no one cares anymore.

I asked one guy

how does he imagine
complete, absolute happiness.

14 years old, talented boy.

Do you know what he answered?

Lie on the beach

and experience orgasm endlessly.

Here it is, today's Swedish youth.

-Are you at least not like that?
- No.

I brought apple pie
with vanilla cream.

Eat.

No. I'm not going to sit here.

What about dessert, Sven?

Dessert…

Hello! It's me…

Hope you got there well.

You're probably splashing around in the pool,

I think I've come across something that might help.

This applies to grandparents.

Call me back later, okay? Hello mom.

I miss you.

"The blow that struck me
struck from the other side

where I expected the greatest devotion..."

Sven Stolpe is completely unimaginative.

In all his novels the speech

His hero is an unhappy man,

This woman is cheating on him with someone else.

Stolpe changes circumstances,

but all his works are dedicated

I read his diaries and memoirs.

One year stands out in particular.

The summer when his life plunged into darkness.

Again and again he writes about that summer,

without ever really explaining it,

“...In the summer of 1932...”

"In the summer of 1932..."

"...I was subjected to..."

"...I was subjected to

"...sexual-emotional abuse."

Acting on whose behalf it is unknown,

looking for what

I who should be

trying to find at least some thread.

If you want to post a photo,
you must report this.

Certainly.

So, you requested documents
Sven Stolpe?

Thank you.

Having found nothing new,

when suddenly this caught my eye,

In diary entries again and again

U.L.

This W.L. was Stolpe

Opening the newspaper, Stolpe

if you saw the text of U.L.

“I was at a writers’ dinner...”

Stolpe's chance acquaintance with W.L...

“...saw U.L...”

...almost led to tragedy.

I found some more newspaper clippings
and photographs.

Great. Thank you.

ULOF LAGERKRANZ,
KARIN STOLĠPE AND SVEN STOLĠPE

Just a minute...

Look into the camera.

If W.L. - This is Olof Lagerkranz,

did he have an affair

that same summer of 1932?

- Can I sit with you?
- Certainly. Please.

Where is Mr. Stolpe?

Writes another creation,
and he must not be disturbed.

What will it be?

A play, I think.

- Seems?
- I judge by the rhythm and intonation of the lines.

- How interesting.
- We'll find out everything soon.

What are you writing?

Yesterday I wrote a sanatorium novel.

Today?

Today it looks like a collection of poems.

How flighty you are.

I don’t know how much of a writer I am,

but for me there is no better editor,
than myself.

You just don't want to

to your imperfections
someone else saw it.

Exactly.

How is your work going?

I understand that you are a translator.

Yes. It doesn't let me get bored.

Are you lonely?

Do you mean work?

To be the wife of Sven Stolpe.

Eat, otherwise you won’t have the energy to be creative.

Good luck with your poems.

SIGTUNA, 1932

NATIONAL LIBRARY OF SWEDEN

I'm interested in Olof Lagerkranz.

There are newspaper clippings, photographs, letters...

What about letters from Karin Stolpe?

Alas. No.

But there are articles, entries in diaries...

Can I get copies of the diaries?

Do you need a specific period?

Yes, the summer of 1932.

"Sigtuna Foundation, June 18, 1932.

I catch myself

I walk around the garden in circles, I walk

- I'm looking for her all the time.

I walk in circles around the garden, I walk

I sit in the dining room longer than necessary.

If only I could see her for a moment.

Fond Sigtun.

I was going there at that time

Writers, poets,

unrecognized geniuses,

Here they received boarding

but they could stay

I hope I didn't interfere?

I'm looking for a book I saw here the other day.

No, not at all.

How is your translation going?

Probably not. I'm stuck.

Perhaps I can help you?

What an official tone...

I can help you?

I didn't know you were an expert in French.

I didn't know myself.

I'm trying to find a suitable equivalent
for a French expression...

"Shak fu a son trick."

There is no such thing in Swedish.
This roughly translates to:

"Everyone has their quirks."

In the book, the hero says this about his mother,
who drinks only fresh milk.

He shakes his head and says:
"Everyone has their own quirks."

I like this.

There is something generous about this.

Do you think so too?

This means we have the right to be ourselves,
without fear of condemnation...

After all, we are all a little crazy.

- Does Sven have quirks?
- What are you talking about?

If we are all a little bit of that,
then Sven is no exception.

He turns off the engine when driving downhill.

Why is he doing this?

Saves gasoline.

What is mine?

You cover your mouth when you laugh.

What? No it is not true.

I just saw it.

But it's even cute. Somehow shy.

And you?

What's your quirk?

Don't know.

Need to think.

I'll be back.

What book are you looking for?

Umm...

I remember that she had
such a red spine.

What are the most beautiful words you have translated?

"I love you".

In whatever language you speak,
these words always sound beautiful.

Did you know that in Arabic there is a word,
meaning more than just “I love you”

and “I love you, your soul and everything,
what does your soul touch?

Is there really such a word?

How amazing.

That's not her?

No.

It seems she was still there
not here, but on the balcony.

Have a good day.

Mr Lagercrantz,

I'm definitely used to it

so what? Will you take the risk?
Maybe it will start.

You can also try.

What a luxury car. Impressive.

Yes, when on the go.

This is a prototype of the new Citroen model.
My connections in France helped.

I traveled so much to give lectures,
that I wanted to reward myself.

It's a brilliant deal
I will only benefit from resale.

- Really?
- Believe me.

Every time I ride it
take a walk, its price rises.

I didn't tell you how once in Paris,
on a chilly evening,

The Swedish ambassador and I had a pleasant dinner
and I was returning home.

Leaving the embassy, I discovered
that there is thick fog outside.

Not even halfway there, I lost my way.

Then I saw a policeman

he stopped me and kindly asked,
Is everything alright.

I admitted that I was lost
and asked where I was.

“On the Champs Elysees,” he replied.
This left me completely confused.

The street I was driving down
rather resembled an alley.

The policeman stared at me.

"Maybe it's because
Are you driving on the sidewalk?

Try starting the engine.

You have many hidden talents,
Mr Lagercrantz.

How much do I owe you?

Not at all. I was interested myself.

- It's out of the question. I will cry.
- I do not need money.

If it weren't for you, I would have to
take it in for repairs.

Let me ride it.
I have business in the city

and I would be glad to sit
driving this beauty.

- It's coming. The key is in the ignition.
- Thank you.

I'll go with him. I need to pick up
dry cleaning clothes.

Yes?

Look, in an hour
give me back my car and my wife.

- I'm going to Stockholm in the evening.
- Certainly.

Good morning, Alex.

What is this?

The book I translated.

You need to check if there are any errors,
before sending it to the printing house.

Passionism? What is this?

Passionists are such...

monastic community founded in the 18th century
a Catholic named Paolo.

They paid special attention
Passion of the Lord.

Isn't passion the same thing?
what about love?

Passion is also connected with love,
and with death.

The word "passio" is Latin,
means "suffering".

The suffering of Jesus is usually
called Passions.

But like you said,

passion can also mean

very strong, or even fatal, love.

Thank Sven for me.

Karin?

We never picked up our dry cleaning.

It was closed there. Is not it so?

With gratitude from Mr. Lagercrantz.

Franz, can you pour me another drink?

Frau Stolpe?

- Ask.
- Me too, please. A little.

Yes.

- For health.
- For health.

- Let's take another one...
- Sure?

- So what do you say?
- A couple?

Well, thank you.

- I won!
- No.

I guess it's time for me to go. It's too late.

- Good night.
- Good night.

- See you tomorrow.
- Thanks for the treat.

Always happy.

No chance,
if you play cards with Karin.

No. I'll go to bed too.

- You can’t leave right in the middle of the game.
- I give up.

- I have a bad card.
- I’ll just finish playing and come right away.

Yes?

OK.

No, I'm tired too.

Karin…

Sven…

If we come together

then we leave together.

Is it so important

A hundred years from all our battles

Perhaps in the future

will be found in the works of Sven Stolpe

Do you remember how we met?

I heard you singing in the tower.

We started meeting there in the evenings.

And they talked about everything in the world.

"Enlighten me!" - so you exclaimed.

You were my teacher.

Opened up new worlds for me.

When you proposed to me, you said

That everything else in a relationship is temporary.

Everything... Except this conversation.

Sorry.

- No, I'm not going to sit here.
- What about dessert?

Dessert…

- Hello.
- Hi David.

- Thanks for coming.
- Well, what are you doing?

Same to me please.

Maybe we can eat? I would kill the worm.

No, maybe later.

- But don’t be shy, order.
- No no…

- I'm not in a hurry. Yes OK.
- Please.

Sorry I'm a little late.

- I was late at the meeting.
- It's OK.

When is your book coming out?

In September. But they want to buy the rights from me

- for the film adaptation of the previous book.
- Amazing.

Yes. Large American studio.

Thank you.

- Well, for success.
- For success.

And how are you doing?
You seem to be running a blog and this one...

- Podcast.
- Yes, a podcast.

- How popular are they?
- Well, yes…

And then, I also write.

- I published a book last year.
- Yes?

- About my mother.
- Ah yes, faithfully.

-Have you read?
- No Unfortunately.

But you, as I understand it, are planning
something new?

Maybe. I don't know yet

what will this lead to?
but I am studying the history of my grandfather.

What naturally brought you
to his lifelong feud with my father.

The name Sven Stolpe was forbidden
in our family.

As soon as he was mentioned,
dad left the room.

Sven Stolpe had many enemies.

However…

as I understand,
the conflict with Olof was special.

And I think I know why.

Olof's romance with Karin Stolpe.

- So you know about him?
- O yes.

In our house it was no secret to anyone,
what happened then

between my father and Karin.

It never went away

I read your father's diaries.

Apparently, during that period

I looked for them everywhere: in the library,
and in the archives, but found nothing.

And I thought maybe you...

- If, of course, it’s possible...
- No problem.

You can count on me.
I'll take care of it.

- Thank you.
- Well, you're welcome.

Now I'm hungry too.

- How about a rare steak?
- It's coming.

A nest there.

These are blackbirds.

What a miracle.

Let's go.

Hold on.

Carefully.

What?

I think I've discovered your quirk.

Yes?

Shoes.

You took them in the car too.

Yes, faithfully.

I love being barefoot.

Tell us something about yourself.

I was sick for a long time.

Pneumonia, very serious.

Looking back,

I sometimes think that now
I'm just starting to truly live.

That all the previous 20 years of my life
were just a protracted foreplay

to what will happen.

Last year I wanted
lay hands on oneself.

Why did you want to do this?

When Sven and I met,

I was pregnant.

From another man.

And I decided to secretly go to Copenhagen,
to get rid of the child.

When I returned home...

I was completely exhausted.

Sven demanded to know where I was.

He never forgave me for this.

Quicker. You have to go!

- Mr. Lagercrantz.
- Mr. Stolpe.

Are you still working?

Yes.

How is the play going?

OK, thank you.

Now I have a finale.

As a writer, Olof Lagerkranz

In his texts you feel more freedom.

There is light there.

Again and again in my poems,

Lagercrantz tells the story

Olof Lagerkrantz and Sven Stolpe.

Through all their creativity

One writes endlessly about an angel.

Another writes endlessly about a whore.

And both of them write about Karin Stolpe.

For decades

Karin herself did not utter a word.

And it's you?

What are you writing?

My life's work. The last book.

And what will happen there?

Is it true.

Good night, Alexander.

Good night, grandpa.

...thy will be done

Give us this day our daily bread,

and forgive us our debts,
just as we forgive our debtors...

…and lead us not into temptation…

…but deliver from the evil one.

For Yours is the kingdom and the power
and glory forever and ever.

Amen.

Sweet dreams.

And thanks for today.

What are we waiting for?

I invited him to come with us.

I assume you don't mind?

I'm not late?

We left earlier.

You're about to see something
absolutely extraordinary.

This is one of the best preserved
church chapels

times of Swedish power.

Here is the baby Jesus before us,
purifying the human heart. Do you see?

All the snakes and creatures quickly flee,
leaving your heart pure.

Isn't she beautiful?

Holy Mother of God.

The purest of women.

It's impolite to leave our companion
one in the back seat.

Won't you keep him company?

His name will fly around the globe.

He travels on an airplane

and spends every day
crowded rallies.

The audience is in complete ecstasy,
he is idolized.

It's unlikely he has a sense of humor.

He has a high style.

"Purity of blood, steel will..."

Cleanliness…

What does she mean to you, Sven?

What do you mean?

- I read your novel “Coward”.
- Is that so?

You brought out the hero who is coming
through life, demanding one thing:

so that women are pure and blameless.

This is a sick man
with unhealthy requests,

taken from the 19th century.

And this is you.

You understand

what cannot be presented to the author
claims for the fruits of his imagination?

I just want to say two things.

Firstly, the hero of the novel suffers
mental disorders,

including neurosis, Oedipus complex,
misogyny,

hyper-intellectualism, father complex,
idealism, sexual dysfunction,

narcissism, conservatism and delusional ideas.

And secondly, this hero exists
in fact

and his name is Sven Stolpe!

Where did you be all this time?

Life has finally awakened in you.

And I thought you were completely empty,
uninteresting, colorless...

You should definitely get drunk more often
Mr Lagercrantz.

It suits you.

All the best.

I think he drank too much.

What is this?

Egg.

Thrush egg.

Karin?

What's happened?

Nothing.

When Amanda and I first met,

One summer I lay there all day

I wanted to get blisters

I got burned on purpose

When I told Amanda about this,

And then suddenly I burst into tears.

I didn't know why I was crying,

whispered in my ear:

And I cried and cried.

I didn't dare ask her then.

Ask why I'm so sad.

It feels like he knows.

- That everyone knows.
- Don't make things up.

- We would understand if Sven suspected.
- I'm not sure.

Thank you.

It's not good for us to sit here by candlelight.

Come here, Sven, and settle our dispute.

We will never find out which of the poets
greater, Froeding or Karlfeld.

- And what does Karin say?
- Sit back.

Karlfeld, I think.

You've never read Karlfeld.

- I read it.
- I haven’t heard a word from you about Karlfeld.

I'm really looking forward to your readings tomorrow.

I'd like to know more
about his wife's secret preferences.

Tell us at least the name or genre.

What attracted you to him?

Undisguised sensuality
"The Eagle and the Turtle Dove"?

Why do you say that?

“I am a turtledove, and my breast is tender.
Fly, my friend, over the gloom of the swamp,

Over the rare birches, in the pool,
Bowing down, they drop leaves at sunset,

Through the dense forest in the silence of the night
To my nest, where your reward awaits you."

I like “May Dreams” better.

- Also from the collection “Songs of Fridolin”?
- No, “Songs of the Wasteland and Love.”

"The bride's wreath is on your curls,
Violets in drops of dew are fragrant.

Only on a May night a wonderful aroma

It gives us freshness, and then disappears.”

I'll leave it to you to finish.

Sven, you can’t demand from everyone
such a photographic memory.

“So is love. Blooms only once

Like a free breeze, giving dreams of a miracle.

Hurry, darling, the hour has struck in the morning,

Kiss me, and then whatever happens."

She is not everything.

Mr. Lagercrantz should have known this.

With these remarkable words...

I guess I'll take my leave.

Good night.

My turtledove.

If you ever cheat on me

I'll shoot him first

then you and finally yourself.

The time for readings has come.

It looks like it will be interesting.

Karin - extraordinarily intellectual
gifted woman,

everyone falls in love with her.

But I've shed so much blood
to win her

that even an earthquake will not separate us.

Let's go, honey. We're already late.

- It will be a bright event.

-Have you already read the play?
- No, I just know the name.

Greetings to you all
at this informal creative evening.

The work that I will read to you is
has special meaning for me.

Just like the room
which we are in now.

This is where I first met my wife.

And here, in Sigtuna,
we played a wedding.

That's why I dedicate this play
to my beloved wife Karin.

"Betrothed." A play in three acts.

Characters: Arvid,
young journalist and writer.

Carla, his fiancee.
Stig, his newspaper editor.

Eyvind, the other man.

Doctor Jensen, specialist
on abortion in Copenhagen.

Act one, newspaper editorial office.

There is a table in the middle of the room.
There is a typewriter on the table.

Arvid is sitting at the typewriter,
the remaining one is in the editorial office.

He just finished typing the text,

which was intended as a manifesto

against the decline of morals
and sexual promiscuity;

reaffirming the right of men
demand chastity from women.

Next scene.

A month ago, at the clinic
abortions in Copenhagen.

Basement room without windows,
in the same building as the church.

The doctor is wearing a white apron
with dark red marks from work.

In the basement corridors
Carla hears the screams of other women.

“What are the risks associated with this procedure?”

“Infection in the uterus.

Vaginal perforation. Air bubbles
in the bloodstream, which can lead to death."

“Please, I can’t listen to this anymore.”

"I insist,
so that you are fully aware

what will happen to your body.

Don't lower your eyes.

Look at me!

First you will bleed
it may last for several days.

Then, over time, the fruit will come out.”

“Do it. Do it.

Send this unwanted life into eternity.

This is the fruit of lust and frivolity."

“Do you want to see your child?”

Upon completion of illegal abortion
the situation is not improving.

The scene is the bedroom of a young couple.

After ten days of silence

The unsuspecting groom meets

The woman can't stand on her feet.

Karin?

What's happening?

Sin has eaten into your flesh.

You'll never be clean again.

She is my wife.

But she was his mistress.

"Piling up lies
puts up a wall in our marriage.

Your marble neck appears
before my eyes,

who now sees clearly,

that lies must die."

He fumbles frantically in the darkness.

All prohibitions fall away from him.

He lunges at her.

She feels his hands on her throat.

When her head hits the wall
she loses consciousness.

Finally, we only see his hand.

She touches her cheek

slowly slides over the bloody mouth

and finally freezes.

Death frees the unfaithful female soul.

But in the darkness one note sounds.

"I love".

"I love".

Well done!

I'll scream.

Look at me.

Crap…

- Yes?
- Hello father!

Hello! What are you doing?

We walk along the beach.

- When will you arrive?
- Soon.

Dad, won't you grab Dino?
I forgot it at home.

Certainly.

Only I still have things to do in the city...

What's going on?

I'll come soon, I promise.

Have fun there for now,
and we'll talk in the evening.

Dad! Look!

Wow!

Wow!

- Bye, dad!
- Love you.

- Hello. A package for you.
- Hello.

- Thank you.
- Sign here.

Fine.

- Thank you.
- Thank you too.

BY DAVID LAGERCRANZ

When are we leaving?

I asked to postpone
our things are down in half an hour.

Fine.

Are you sure you can drive a car?

Yes.

If I rest a little more.

I decided to leave Sven.

But you can’t just leave Sven.

There are things about which,

Whatever it is, it won't scare me away.

Do you know that Sven has a revolver?

He showed it to me and admitted

that he wanted to shoot the one
who got me pregnant.

- He's putting on a comedy.
- No.

He's deadly.

Aren't you scared now?

No.

I could die for you. Any minute now.

When will I see you again?

Can I write to you?

Write until poste restante
to the Vasagatan Post Office.

Call yourself K. Larson.

I love you.

K. LARSON
STOCKHOLM-1, ON DEMAND

- Grandmother!
- “My beloved!”

Look what I found!
Can I have these stamps?

“I am writing this letter, and my hands are shaking.”

Come on, give it here.

Whose letters are these?

“You just left, and never before

Without you life becomes dead

I will devote my whole life to you.

It's crazy to be obsessed

You.

See nothing but you

In every rustle of leaves, breath of wind,

Well, why are you married, dear devil!

I can't bear the thought

that he is allowed to treat you

and I can’t do anything about it.”

“Dear Olof.

You and I will be unimaginable,

You don't despise me and that fills me

Wait for me.

Wait and don't forget.

I will be the happiest Karin in the world,

if by the time of the meeting you have some left

Sven?

Can we talk?

Speak I'm listening.

I want to divorce you.

You say you never loved me.

That we made a mistake when we got married.

I can't live being punished all the time.

Sven, can you hear me?

Can you hear me?!

No matter how hard we try,
nothing works out.

So for both of us
It will be better to separate.

We're not in love anymore
into each other, it's true.

But we have something else.
Our conversation.

- Conversation?
“And with God’s help we will survive this.”

We don't talk at all anymore.

I wrote to my mother.
I want to live with her in Limnas for now.

Great.

Go to Limnas, relax for a few days,

and then come back here to our house.

It won't work like that anymore.

I was at the doctor's.

The second lung is also affected.

This means I don’t just have tuberculosis,
but a very difficult case.

I know but…

There are no “buts”, there is only death!

I am 26 years old,

and I'm going to write a will.

In the meantime, I'm putting my affairs in order,
I have to keep one foot on the ground

and hope for a miracle.

There is a small chance that I will survive.

But for this I have to take care of myself.

I need a lot of sleep.

Walk,

To breathe fresh air

and, most importantly, no disappointments.

No worries!

Otherwise I will die.

I'll die.

The question is whether you will survive this.

I'm not going to spare you.

I will do everything to make sure the truth comes out.

About your men, out-of-wedlock pregnancies,

illegal abortion
psychiatric clinic.

And then there will be no one left next to you.

Except, perhaps, lustful hunters
after the female body,

greedy for dubious pleasures.

Karin…

Do not leave me.

I beg you.

Why did you keep these letters?

I didn’t keep it, I just didn’t throw it away.

Stop your pathetic excuses!

Where did you find that?

Don't know.

Where, in Karin's chest of drawers?

Or in her bedside table drawer?

- I do not remember.
- How can you not remember?

- You just found them.
- I don't know!

"My beloved baby Karin..."

- Sven, don't.
- Quiet!

"All of yesterday
I couldn't find a place for myself

dying of love for you.

And today there is music in my heart

and the bells sing."

Despicable guy!

"Your kisses are still
burn my lips.

This is madness -

to be obsessed with only one thought, you.”

Karin…

I can provide for you and me.

Just now...

We have several difficult years ahead of us,

before I can earn
making a living by writing.

But we are in no hurry.

We have our whole lives ahead of us.

Is it true?

Yes.

Are you sad?

No…

I'm just happy.

How I want to go with you to Limnas.

To be close and not see you...

unbearable.

We need to wait a little.

Until everything calms down.

Then you can come to me.

You will write?

I'll write.

“Dear Olof.

Days spent in Limnas

give me peace

It feels like I'm finally back

My life, my work - all of this

I decide when to go to bed,

if I want, I can wake up at dawn

A thrush has settled in the crown of our oak tree,

and this makes me miss you even more.

I guess we can say that now

So. And where is my mother-in-law?

In Gothenburg.

Will be back tomorrow.

What are you doing here?

I want to try to save
what we have.

I admit that I behaved inappropriately.

And ready to ask for forgiveness.

Will you allow it?

If we're going to destroy the family,
having lived together so little,

and break the vows made at the altar,

at least let's calm down
Let's discuss everything again.

It's not much I'm asking.

If tomorrow you insist
I'm getting a divorce, I promise I'll agree.

Can I rely on your word?

Is there coffee?

- No, but I can cook.
- No no.

You don't have to do anything. Me myself. Sit.

We could go for a walk.
I want to stretch my legs.

Unless, of course, you're busy.
But first, coffee.

Fine.

Did someone come there?

Don't know.

Hey you!

Well, stop!

Hold on!

Stop, who am I telling!

Stop, you bastard!

Well, stand!

I'll show you how to hang around other people's houses!

"Do you understand, Karin,

I've never loved before.

Self-deception - that's what it was.

Now I know what passion is.

This is complete self-denial

immeasurable devotion

I'm worried about my future

If you're not careful

Let's go to the house.

“I kiss you and beg you for one thing.

Let me love you always.

Your Olof."

For 60 years you kept these letters.

Was there really nothing more?
read at night?

You are truly a master
make a drama out of everything.

Do you think you would be happier with him?

Yeah, it's hard to imagine
a happier marriage than ours.

- What did you say?
- What hear.

Why did you stay
here all these years

if only I thought
about your dear Olof?

You know why. You know.

Open up!

Open up!

Still, I decided
at the end of my life to kill me?

You want my death!

"Sven will demand

I want to ask you: burn all my letters.

My life depends on it."

Show me the letters.

- What letters?

He must have bombarded you with letters!

Otherwise, how would I know you were here?

I burned them.

I do not trust you.

And how many times has he been in your bed,
will you say it or not?

Sven, I want you now
got into the car and drove away.

Don't you dare say that he didn't persuade you!

With a whore like you
It's not difficult, I don't know.

So how many times did this happen?

One.

Once.

Once…

Oh my God! What do you think
Does Olof see it in you?

What do you think?

Do you think Olof will come?
When will you go to the hospital again?

No way.

He'll leave you there to rot.

Did you see him run away?

Like a frightened hare.

He didn't even fight for you.

I know, Karin, I am difficult to live with.

I can be hopeless.

But I never ran away from you.

Understand?

I promise

be there and be patient.

All I ask is -
do the same for me.

Now let's go home. To our home.

“Dear Olof.

This is the hardest letter of all,

It's unlikely that we can be together.

Not this way. Not now.

You are so young, you have

Maybe,

in a few years when you become

When I…"

Sven, what's wrong with you?

Sven! What are you doing?!

Frau Stolpe?

Your car overturned and caught fire.

You were operated on for more than five hours.

The doctor grafted skin from your thigh
on the burned areas on the neck and chest.

How are you feeling today?

You will get better.

It just takes time.

And you don’t have to worry about your child.

All is well with him.

- This child…
- Yes.

He is ours.

I was going to change lanes.

Late I saw an oncoming car.

I had to turn the steering wheel.

It was an accident.

Isn't that right, Karin?

Is not it?

Grandfather has not left, he is here, not far away.

I'm sorry I showed him the letters.

You are not guilty of anything.

None of what happened today.

What kind of letters are these?

There is one poem.

Edith Södergran. "The land that doesn't exist."

Did you read it at school?

Many people think that it is about death.

But in my opinion, just the opposite.

This is a dream space.

It always seemed more beautiful to me
than reality.

That's why I kept the letters.

To be able to
sometimes go back there.

Cold…

I'll go get him.

DO I KNOW WHAT LOVE IS?

OLOF LAGERKRANZ

What, is it time to leave?

Yes.

Sure.

But will you come back again?

Of course I'll be back.

Cold…

- Listen to your mother there.
- I promise.

Are you really writing the truth?

Alexander! Come down, I'm waiting for you.

Bye, grandpa.

- Take care of yourself.
- You too, grandma.

- Hello to mom.
- Necessarily.

- Goodbye!
- Bye!

When I was a child, I had a nightmare.

One evening I saw on the news,

what was found in the glacier

He was taken out of the ice completely intact.

He was given the name Iceman.

And then I dreamed

Life was in full swing outside...

But I couldn't even move.

Tried to scream

Of course I'm the Iceman.

But suddenly something starts to happen.

I dimly see the faces of the rescuers.

They are desperately cutting the ice.

They are coming towards me from the other side...

“Now I have a finale,”

about which there is an entry in his diary.

Now I have a beginning.

Dad!

KARIN AND SVEN STOLPE LIVED TOGETHER
UNTIL SVEN'S DEATH IN 1996.

Sven Stolpe and Olof Lagerkranz
THEY BECAME SWEAR ENEMIES.

IN YOUR ARTICLES AND BOOKS

THEY HAVE BEEN TRYING ALL THEIR LIFE
DESTROY EACH OTHER.

OLOF LAGERKRANZ DIED IN JULY 2002.

KARIN STOLPE SURVIVED IT ALL
FOR A FEW MONTHS.