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ONE SUMMER OF HAPPINESS

The bitter wind of life-

- swept in over a child
in the prime of her life.

She sacrificed her life
on the altar of aberration.

The coming of the new age
has without mercy-

- swept in over our
quiet corner of the world.

But what was
the point of this sacrifice?

Only God knows.

He may have meant
for it to be a warning.

He may have wanted to say:

Heavy is the price
for ruthlessness...

...aberration and selfishness.

Heavy is the price for the seducer.

Truly I say unto you:

Whosoever shall offend one of
these little ones that believe in me-

- it is better for him that a
millstone were hanged about his neck-

- and he were cast into the sea.

God's punishment is hard on man.

But it is better
that one person should succumb-

- as a horrific warning-

- than that the entire people
should perish. Amen.

It's so cold.
And summer was just here.

It will never return.

Summer can't last, even if
you would give your life for it.

Do you remember when
everything was in bloom, Kerstin?

An eternity ago...

...where the beautiful
girls all reside. Hurrah!

Hi! Congrats!

So you made it.

Get up here.

We're proud of you, Goran.

It was an embarrassment
that you only got a B in math-

but we'll have to forgive you.

You've earned some rest now.

Marianne was there - sweet as candy.

She said I'd come back
with a tan and smelling of hay-

- and that she'd be waiting,
faithful until death.

Four cheers for Goran!

Marianne won't wait that long.

Sing of the graduate's glorious day

Let us rejoice
in the time of our youth

While all our hearts
still are beating strong

And the bright,
shining future is ours

There's no time for gloom
in our hearts and minds

A few days later,
when things had settled-

- I went to
uncle Anders' farm to relax.

Out in the sticks with the simple
people, like my dad always said.

Do we have to listen
to that noise?

That coffee-grinder sounds worse.

It's easier to take
with the smell of coffee.

You're up early today.
It's only 8 o'clock.

When in Rome... Up with the lark.

Be careful or he'll hear you.

All I do here is sleep.

Shouldn't you get dressed?

Are you having a reception?

We're planting potatoes today.

Care to come along?

Potatoes? No, but I'll plant
some flowers if you want me to.

Good morning. Stendal.

Step up and say hello.

Goran Stendal, my brother's son.

They got their last name
from the farm.

They only liked the name
and moved into town.

And took the name with them.

They couldn't take the farm.

I'm Kerstin.

Let's eat.

ls that the help
you're getting?

Yeah.

Do you have any overalls
I can use, Sigrid? I'll tag along.

You changed your
mind all of a sudden.

You won't plant flowers
among the potatoes, right?

Have some.

Don't give Kerstin any ideas.
She's from a decent home.

Mine isn't all that bad, either.
And you said you wanted help.

Right...

- It's not all that warm.
- Just wait until this afternoon.

Get these bags up there.

Knock it off! You're not big enough.

Get a better grip.

There.

- Don't look so pissed off.
- Do I?

How old are you? Fifteen?

Fourteen and a half.
And you, sir?

Don't be so formal.
We're all familiar around here.

Except with the priest.
We call him ''Reverend''.

- I'll soon be twenty.
- I'll have to call you ''mister''.

ls your back hurting yet?

Don't you have machines for this?

Not when you only have 40 acres.

Don't get dirt on your fingers...
We don't have much of it here.

You're doing well.

What do people do
for fun around here?

- Fun?
- Dancing and such.

I'll go stir crazy
if I can't be around people.

People go dancing
by the lake during summer.

What about the rest of the year?
Do you hibernate?

You get so tired
that you just go to bed.

There's a get-together
at the schoolhouse tomorrow.

I'll have to go and check it out.

- Do you find this boring?
- Yeah, don't you?

Are you happy here?

Of course I'm happy.

- Are you helping me out?
- Not at all.

- You think I can't keep up?
- Of course you can.

- It's a lovely piece.
- My hands are pretty useless.

Planting potatoes makes you stiff.
Let Kerstin sing something.

- She's a real song-bird.
- I can't.

You can't?

She sings solo in church
on Sundays.

Come on. Which song?

- I don't know any songs like that.
- You could do...

What's it called?

''Just a day,
and just a single moment''...

Do that one.

Uncle? How old is Kerstin actually?

Kerstin? Well...

You're seventeen.

- What did she tell you?
- Fourteen.

She's been pulling your leg all day.

I have to get back home.

I guess you do.

Goodbye and thank you.

Goodbye.

Will you go to the schoolhouse
tomorrow?

I don't know.

I don't think they'll let me.

What? They won't let you?

Young people are funny, Sigrid.

When he was singing...

...she wouldn't take her eyes off him
and watched him with her whole face.

She'll show up
at the schoolhouse tomorrow.

That's all we need.

What?

Oh, I see.

Hi.
You're going to the schoolhouse, eh?

Hop on. I'll go with you.

So... she didn't show up?

Who?

I just had a look around.

Who's
that strange fellow down there?

That's Torsten.
He's been a bit slow since birth.

The Fredriks took him in.

Are you spying on me?

Spying!

No, I was going to the school to
see what the youngsters are up to.

What's the get-together about?

The youngsters have this club.

Do they do anything in particular?

There's an amateur theatre club...

...and they have a study circle.

They just like to play together.

The farms are far apart.

Will there be dancing tonight?

At the schoolhouse?
Don't be ridiculous.

The priest's already upset.

He feels that the only union,
that God has blessed, is marriage.

And people buy that?

Yeah. The religious types
go along with it.

What about you?

Where in fact
do you stand?

You can figure that out
for yourself.

Are you coming
to the schoolhouse?

You're really in the boondocks here.

I wouldn't call it boondocks.

Don't let the Fredriks hear you.
They toe the line for the priest.

Why don't we go inside?

Why are we standing out here?

We're waiting.
The school's locked.

Damn it, go get the key.

- Klas went to get it.
- Here he comes.

Did you get the key?

The meeting's off.

The priest won't let us
have the key.

What the devil...?!
But we got permission.

Let's break the door in.

Calm down!

Calm down! There's no use
in getting all worked up.

We'll have the meeting on Wednesday.

No, let's have it out
with the priest.

I think we should go home.

Don't let him pass.

This road is closed.

Please step aside.

No, no... Stay there.

Damned priest...

I told you to step aside.

Scoundrel!

Calm down!

What the hell
are you doing?

The priest closed down the school.

I don't see how he can keep
people out of a public building...

- ...but this won't solve anything.
- There won't be any more meetings.

We can't just stand around here.

You kids can have my old barn.

Fix it up and have
your meetings there.

Thank you.

Come. I have a suggestion for you.

Uncle Anders suggested that
the club could take over his old barn...

...and turn it into a meeting place.

It was a brilliant idea.

The youngsters needed a place...

...and here they had a roof
and four walls that nobody really used.

But... I caught myself
keeping an eye out for Kerstin.

But she never came.

You can get started.

Thanks a lot.

It'll take a lot of hard work...

...but we can make it work.

We'll get started tomorrow...

...and you're all most welcome
to lend a hand.

No Kerstin tonight,
but Sylvia asked me to dance.

She was one of those kissable
local country girls.

Giddy-up, beautiful!

Excuse me.

So you came after all.

Yes, I heard the music.

What's happening here?

Great things.

- Come and dance.
- No...

But Kerstin...

Sigrid...

Are you listening
to the music from the barn?

ls that our old barn?

It's their barn now.

I thought it would be good
to do something for them.

What do you think?

I think you'll get in trouble
with the priest.

They'll say that your father
has betrayed the church.

But that priest
has to come to his senses.

Go up there
and have a dance!

I've never had time for that.

And now I'm too old.

You... too old?

No, Sigrid.

Sigrid!

I was waiting for you to come.

You were?

Don't tell me you're leaving.

I have to go home.

It's Saturday evening...
No one will be worrying.

How would you know?

Can I walk you home?

No, I know the way. Good night.

Hey, Klasse...
Shouldn't we invite the toff?

He's too good for that.

You're being silly.

Do you have enough people
for tomorrow?

Sign me up.
Stendal's the name.

- Stendhal with an H?
- No.

Isn't it nice here?

I don't feel like sleeping tonight.

Shouldn't we rest for a while?

No, you're thinly dressed
and it's chilly.

Did you see the girls staring?
They're jealous of me.

- And why's that?
- Because you danced with me.

Graduates are charming.

It's a shame I've only met a few.

And the ones I've met
have been sure of themselves.

Are you sure of yourself?

That I can guarantee.

Come get your coffee!

- You'll get proper windows.
- And electric lighting.

Heat and hot water, right?

Just get the roof fixed first.

We'll take care of the roof
and get some benches.

We need boards, for the stage.

A proper stage.

You could get a part
in a play we're putting on.

- What play?
- ''The Varmlanders''.

It's not exactly new, but it should
draw people to the opening this autumn.

- You could be Erik.
- I won't be here in autumn.

But thanks anyway.

Who do you have in mind
as Anna?

It's a new girl.
She's over there.

It's a gamble,
but I think she'll be fine.

Kerstin?

Kerstin...

Are you going to be in a play?

- Me?
- That's right.

- But I can't.
- Sure you can, if you want to.

And are allowed.

It's a really big part.

Convince her, Goran.
I know she can do it.

Can you get away tomorrow afternoon?

- I'll try.
- Great.

Are you daydreaming?

I'm not daydreaming.

I'm thinking.

So you can think?

Yes, can you?

On days like this, you just
want to think about poetry.

Make up poems...

It could be because
it's so beautiful here...

...or because you're here.

What do you think?

How should I know?

- Are there crayfish in the stream?
- Yes.

Should we try
to catch a few?

You can't until autumn.

But I won't be here then.

No, you won't.

Why not daydream
on a day like this?

Reality can never be
as good as dreams.

Kerstin? Where are you?

What got into you?

Come here...

Grandpa!

Hello, Grandma.

What are you doing here, Kerstin?

And who is this handsome boy?

This is Goran.

Hello.

Did Grandpa see you come?

He's down by the lake as usual.

He's waiting for the prize pike,
and he's been waiting for so long...

...that the pike must be
as old as that old fart.

Look who's talking,
you old bag!

- It's enough to feed the cat.
- Yes, the cat has to eat, too.

It's hard to get anything
but roach and ruffe...

...when the pike snatches all the fish.

You should try bait-casting.

Our old pikes
won't fall for such novelties.

Not in Hellmo Parish. But...

If you want to know what
a real Hellmo pike looks like...

...just have a look at Kerstin's aunt.
But be careful because she bites.

- Johan...
- Don't start.

Grandma and Grandpa...

Don't tell anyone
that you saw us together.

Can't aunt Anna stand
that you've grown up and want a man?

And why shouldn't she get one?

I'm old enough to speak my mind.

Be sure to be nice to her.
She deserves it.

Who's that boy?

Do you know what I'm thinking about?

If I should feel
really blue sometime...

...I'd visit the old folks.
They'd know how to help me.

- What did you say?
- Pay attention!

I'll twist your nose
if you don't tell me. Well?

Come to me when things are bad.

Don't you want to play?

No, we're having coffee.

It's after-church coffee
at the Fredriks.

I think we'll get something
more substantial than coffee.

Why did they invite us
when we didn't go to church?

Don't you ever go?

I can get scolded elsewhere.

The priest will be there
and they're up to no good.

About the barn?

He won't be happy about that.

People can be so dense and petty.

It's not like the Fredriks
wanted any part of it.

Sigrid won't like it, either.

She can't face the priest now.

Sigrid...! We'll walk with you.

- Hello.
- Hello, Reverend.

- No...
- I insist, Miss Persson.

In the name of the Father,
the Son and the Holy Spirit. Amen.

Amen.

I'll start here.

- Here you go, Mr. Persson.
- Thank you, Reverend.

Sugar?

- Watch it, girl.
- Oops.

Give me a splash, too.
I don't mind some on the saucer.

Just make sure it's a lot.

- Have a bun, Reverend.
- Thank you.

It looks good,
but I'll stick to the biscuits.

It looks to be
a good year for farming...

...with the right amounts
of rain and warmth.

You could help me
weed out turnips tomorrow.

It's hard work,
but a good lesson for the future.

Some people weed things out
and some should be weeded out.

What about the turnips, Reverend?
The ones you leave in the ground?

It's for their sake that
you weed things out.

Yes, but it takes care and knowledge.

I had a field-hand once, who weeded
out the turnips and left the weeds.

You have to get to know the plants.

How much do you want?

Trade services with my uncle.

I've heard that Mr Persson has
been unusually generous lately.

You gave away some property
and people work there on Sundays.

For free? Can that pay off?

Most youngsters around here...

...are busy during the weeks
and have to work on Sundays.

Sundays are for the church.
One shouldn't neglect the spiritual.

Church attendance is poor
among the youngsters.

We only had about half
of the choir in church today.

Soon they'll want
hymns on phonograph records.

Record the sermons instead.

I mean it's nice
to see the youngsters sing.

How many youngsters
did we have today?

- Two, not counting your children.
- Three.

They take time to play ball.

Perhaps it's more enjoyable.

What's most disturbing is...

...some of the older parishioners
are setting a poor example...

...by failing the church.

The thing is that you have to
deal with bodily needs, too.

Like in Persson's barn.

A roof is nice when it's raining.
Wouldn't you agree?

And you got the barn roof fixed.

They'll fix up their place.

They'll put on theatre plays...

...and dance
and show films.

ls there something wrong with that?

The youngsters are misguided.

They abandon the church...

...and refuse to listen
to their elders.

They don't care about
the sanctity of marriage.

I suppose it's in line
with all the modern bustle.

Not even the countryside
has been spared.

There are false prophets everywhere.

Listen to them.

People engage in
sports and desecrate the Sabbath.

They have club nights with
dancing and obscene music.

It is ungodly and depraved!

What about Christian
tolerance of the youth?

The youth issues have
been talked to death now.

It's about time
something was done.

Today's youth has been corrupted.

Sensible people
have to fight the rabble.

Rabble?

I find that
a bit inconsiderate.

''Rabble'' is a harsh word.

I judge people by what I see.

The youngsters and their barn
are subject to God's punishment.

Punishment...

Punishment...

Can you get out later?

I just have to play the organ
a little bit. Then I can go.

We'll meet up by the barn.

We're rehearsing the play tonight
and we can't do it without you.

Promise me you'll come.

I don't know.

Kerstin...

What's the matter?

I was thirsty.

Offer Master Stendal a glass.

The scoop is fine.

Play something solemn now, Goran.

I got to know the countryside.

It was like crawling
through a quagmire.

It hurt your back and knees and
you'd wonder why you were there.

But you stayed there.

Something kept pulling you forward.

The land seemed to beckon...

...and ask to be touched.

You had the summer sun...

...and then there was Kerstin.

Goran!

What's wrong, Goran?

It's nothing. I just got dizzy.

I'm fine now.

Hey, Kerstin...

Don't force yourself on girls!

I'll show you!

Will there be anything else?

No.

Good.

I see you got it started again.

What was the problem?

Someone put something in the tank
up near the barn.

It got clogged.

Someone was out to get you.

It's a good thing it was
downhill coming home.

I guess Kerstin helped?

Turn that thing off!

Do you want supper?

No, it's Midsummer Eve
and you have no heart.

Bye.

Get going.

Give the girls my best.

What are you waiting for, Sigrid?

What do I have to wait for?

You shouldn't stay home
on a night like this.

You get the urge to walk around
and take in all the smells.

There's mischief in the air
on a night like this.

Hey... You should be out having fun
with the other youngsters.

- You're still young.
- Am I?

It takes my own father to say it.

Well...

Will you have coffee on
when I get back?

I usually do.

You're closing the wrong eye,
Kerstin. Just like that dog.

I want it!

Try it again.

I won't hit anything
like this.

Then close both your eyes.

Well done, Kerstin!

Do I get the dog?

- It's so cute! Look, Goran!
- Come on.

Shall we dance?

I don't want to, Goran.

Why are you afraid to dance?

Afraid?

You don't dare to,
though you want to.

Don't you know how to dance?

Sure, I dance sometimes
during recess in school.

Come on.

Could I give you a few flowers
A few roses just for you

There can be no room
for sadness, my precious

The roses were all plucked
from the garden of a king

And you need swords
just to get within reach

One of them is white
and other one is red

But the third one
is the one I would give you

It's not in bloom just now
It won't until I'm dead

But it stays in bloom
a while, my precious

- What flower is it?
- Memories.

Everything you have left
when you lose the one you love.

That memory could make
for a beautiful fairy-tale.

Perhaps.

What if I could take you
to the end of the world tonight?

I'd let you.

Would you?

Yes.

- I have to get home.
- Kerstin...

Midsummer only comes
around once every year.

Did you have fun tonight?

Yes.

But don't tell anyone that I danced.

Don't even tell Sigrid.
She's talk about it at home.

- Would that get you a maiden's bower?
- Yes.

You have to pick seven different
flowers to put under your pillow.

No...

...it's too late for that.

The night is almost over.

Kerstin...

Idiot! Why did you have to ruin it all,
when it was so beautiful?

Kerstin!

Kerstin!

Wait, Kerstin!

Can I see you tomorrow?

I didn't see Kerstin
at all that weekend...

...and she continued
to stay out of sight.

The days passed. When July came
around we were bringing in hay.

That's fine.

That's good.

The priest's a speedster now!

God damn...!

Are you okay?

I've sprained my foot.

Pull on it.

ls it that painful?

Don't blame me for screaming. Pull!

Wait! The leg's getting longer.
I must have broken it.

Give me a hand
and I'll try to get home.

We'll pass by the rectory.
I'll show that priest!

Really?

I see. Thank you.

He'll stay at the hospital.

For how long?

How would I know?
The leg's broken.

That's the punishment.

Don't be so pessimistic.

It was just an accident.

Why are you crying?

It's nothing.

But who'll work the farm
while he's gone?

That's it.

I'll help you.

You?

Good day.

Good day, nurse.

- Nothing but rain.
- It never stops when it's this bad.

- Your fields will wash away.
- Shut your trap!

- Take it easy.
- Move him over here, Hakansson.

Don't laugh. I wonder why you
haven't dislocated your mouth.

A fit farmer shouldn't be
stuck here in plaster in July...

...when the hay is ready.

You farmers are never happy.

You complain if it's too dry
and if you get a few drops of rain.

How has that hurt you?

Even God has trouble
keeping you farmers happy.

Why are you laughing?

I'd like to introduce you
to the priest back home.

- Knock it off!
- Give him a slap, Sister.

Do you have a barometer?
I'm curious about tomorrow's weather.

It'll rain tomorrow, too.

Watch out, or I'll break
your other arm.

Go check the barometer, nurse.

I'll put you on your motorcycle...

...and then we'll see how
you'll end up. -

No... Goran!

- Good day, Uncle. How are you?
- Not bad.

- This is my nephew Goran.
- Stendal.

- I brought you some newspapers.
- Thanks a lot.

- How about this weather?
- Terrible, eh?

Don't worry about the hay.
It's all been brought in.

Sigrid took care of it.
Yes, she can help.

By herself?

No, your barn- tenants helped.

They stopped working on the barn,
to bring your hay in.

You've made quite an investment.

Viberg and the rest?

Olle and few others.
And to some extent...

Look.

Three blisters on my left hand and
two on my right.

They're as sore as hell.

- Put some butter on them.
- No, sulfa.

- Penicillin, that's the ticket.
- Use sulfa.

How would you know!

Have you seen Kerstin lately?

No, I haven't.

I haven't had the time.

What's this?

I'm stuck here in plaster.

But your mouth works fine.

You don't have to get up early.

We'll get started
on the fallow fields now.

What is it?

I'm just so fond of you.

You can take it easy.

Here? I don't think so.

I have to deal with this tub of lard...

...and my leg is stuck up there.

It itches really bad underneath.

I guess that's your fault, too.

Of course.

Say... Do you think
that I could run a farm?

No, I don't think so.

Why not?

Grandpa was a farmer
and you're a farmer.

You're a city person...

...and it takes a lot
to run a farm.

- How long does it take to learn it?
- 20-30 years.

And some never learn.

You can best start
by spreading manure.

So you agree...
Some people never learn!

- Right...
- Just shut...

Goran!

Hi there!

Are you driving around, Goran?
Are you hauling manure?

- Hi, Marianne!
- You look amazing.

Did you win a ploughing contest?
And you're so tanned.

That's just manure.

- What are you doing here?
- We're taking you to the mountains.

- Are we interrupting you?
- No, I'm on my way home.

Drive up there.
I'll follow you with the wagon.

You can't be serious about staying.
Go get your things.

No, I can't.

Would you rather stay here?
Crazy!

ls there something keeping you here?

I have to help my uncle out.

He won't be back
for some time.

And I can't leave my friends.

We're rehearsing a play.

And there's something else...

Are you in a play
with the yokels?

Yeah.

Will it matter in 100 years?

Not at all,
but it matters a lot right now.

And I'm happy here.

I know... Goran's fallen in love.

He's fallen head over heels.

Don't be silly.

What's her name?

Kerstin.

What a nice homely name!

But you'll come if I ask you.

Won't you... darling?

Aha! Is that her?

Pretty little thing.

I'll bet she smells like a cow.

It's getting late.

I have to let the horses
out to graze.

Stop working now.
We have to rehearse.

We're opening soon.

Do you know your part, Olle?

Yeah, yeah.

Just don't talk so formal
but as a normal person.

Let's see... - Come here, Sylvia.

Where's Kerstin?

- Why isn't she here?
- Go get her.

We'll start with the second scene.

"Does it sound bad? Didn't you tell
my father that I was good enough..."

No, Sylvia!
You have to show some emotion.

You have a heart, right? Then use it.

"Hush, girl. You can't let Sven
and Lisa hear that kind of talk."

"But you told me
when the tailor proposed to me..."

No! The audience has to hear you.
Do it again.

"But you told me
when the tailor proposed to me..."

"...that I should get a true gentleman
or a wealthy farmer!"

Shut up, Nisse!

I'm sorry to bother you.

Could I see Miss Kerstin?

That would be fine.

She's out by the barn.

Thank you.

Kerstin, I want to talk to you.

I don't want to hurt you,
but you'll just run away.

- I don't want to see you again.
- We have to talk.

Really? Then let me go.

I won't run from you.

Tell me why you're hiding.

That's my business.

The club, as well!

We didn't think you'd desert us.

- And for no reason.
- That's possible.

What's wrong, Kerstin?

Listen...

Do you think
that I like yelling at you?

It seems like it.

Kerstin...

Have you forgotten
how close friends we were?

A long time ago.

But what about the others?

I didn't want to let them down,
but I didn't have a choice.

It's all your fault.

My fault?

Which of the two girls
are you in love with?

The blonde or the dark-haired?

- In love?
- Yes...

One of them called you ''darling''.

Oh, you silly little fool...
That's just something people say.

We were all friends at school.

Hey...

Goran...

When I saw you
with those three...

...it felt like everything was ruined.

They're the same sort as you...

...and you were so different.

You seemed more real.

If you had called for me,
I couldn't have said a word.

- That's no reason to hide.
- Yes.

I didn't want to see you again.

I knew that
I would just melt if I did.

Like wax.

Kerstin...

Can I have that flower?

No.

Then I'll take it.

What's so special about it?

- Can't you pick your own?
- Sure, but that wouldn't be the same.

Poor thing. It's already wilted.

Poor little flower.
It'll never bloom again.

Why did I have to pick you?

There'll be new flowers next summer.

Poor flower. It only got
to live for one summer.

Summer is so short.

It's getting closer.
There'll be thunder tonight.

I'm so sleepy.

They'll be mad when I get home late.

They can't know that I'm in a play.
They'd never allow it.

Maybe you should go home
and get some sleep, anyway.

It doesn't matter.

I get to sleep during winter.

Bye.

It's pouring! Come in.

- But...
- Come on!

We have to be quiet.

I don't mind the thunder
when you're here.

What would they say
if they saw me here?

What if they found out?

They'd put me in a enormous prison,
where you couldn't get to me.

I'd climb over the wall.
Over any wall...

Goran...

You slut!

She was nowhere to be seen
after that night.

I waited for her
and didn't know what to do.

The whole countryside
felt like an empty wasteland.

I started to understand
the pressure she had to live with.

Loneliness.

You could also feel the tension
over at the Fredriks during the day.

I stayed away to avoid
making things worse for her.

Weeks passed
and I ached with longing.

No one said anything,
until one day...

What's that look for?

You must think that you've
done something shameful.

- What are you talking about?
- I know.

They say that you've ruined Kerstin.
So you probably have.

- Are those bitches saying that?
- Don't badmouth decent people!

You'll leave, but she'll be
stuck with her reputation.

It's easy to be blackened,
but hard to clear your name.

You sound just like that priest.
You're so damned sanctimonious.

- You have no shame.
- Shame?

ls that just something
for religious spinsters?

Try being human instead.

If you'd got yourself a man,
you wouldn't think like this.

Sigrid...

I'm sorry, Sigrid.

I didn't mean anything by that.
Forget I said it.

How do you think I’ve had it?

I've mothered 3 younger siblings
since I was 15.

I wanted to get away,
but there was so much to be done.

Every year I'd feel
I'd be free the next year.

But look at me now.

You've trapped yourself.

You can break free if you want to.

No, life treats you
however it wants to.

Yes, because you don't dare.

Dare?

Do you think that Kerstin
doesn't dare see you?

They've sent her away from the farm.
Try to change that.

Where to?

Where did they send her? Sigrid!

Kerstin!

You came!

I've longed for you.

Oh, how I like you!
I like everything about you!

I want to hide somewhere,
all alone with you.

Kerstin...

We'll always be together.

There will never be anyone else.

When I have you all to myself,
everything is just fine.

Nothing could make me leave.

But you'll have to.

I don't have to.
No one can make me.

I like it when you look
at me like that.

No one else can do that.

Look at the water, Goran.
It's full of silver.

Hey... Do you want to go swimming?

Don't you want to?

With you, I'm...

...not shy, like you're part of me.

Like we've always belonged together.

I'll race you in.

Goran... Don't forget me.

Never...

I'll never forget you,
darling Kerstin.

But you'll be leaving soon.

I'm staying here.
I'll stay with you forever.

Would that make you happy?

Yes, more than I can tell you.

Do you know what we're getting into?

I like you so much.

Goran...

Dad, it will be as I said.

Wouldn't it be better
if you went away, Goran?

Why ruin your future?

We've worked to give you
a good life.

I hope you won't be ungrateful.

Ungrateful? You won't let me
make my own way.

You've chosen a silly path.
There are enough farmers.

Then we wouldn't have
24 derelict farms in this district.

The countryside needs people!

The land is still being farmed.

Fine fields are left uncultivated.

Your father would turn in his grave.

Don't make my son a farm-hand.

Goran is free to come and go...

I have things left to do.

Playacting with youngsters.

And you're prepared
to throw away your future.

You don't seem to appreciate
the area where you grew up.

Fate allowed me to escape
and I don't want my son here.

There's plenty to discuss.

But you'd better leave, Goran.

Think about it during winter.

You might not want to
stake your life on 40 acres.

It'll give you time to think.

You're always welcome here.

Now you won't have to rise early.

- Will Goran be staying?
- No.

Mountains or manure... It's nice
to have things back to normal.

You feel like a new person
when you wash off all the dust.

What will you do
after roll-call tomorrow?

I don't know...

I've planned
on going out to the country.

Haven't you had enough
of what's-her-name?

The homely one.

A little summer infatuation?

I suspected as much.

It'll last past summer.

So it's true love?
An eternity that lasts a few weeks.

I thought better of you.

Some farmgirl with damp hair
and rotten teeth.

I've always admired you, Dad.
Don't ruin it by being vulgar.

Were girls like that
in your time?

Country girls were.
How old is she?

- Seventeen.
- Just a child.

Will you throw
your life away for that?

Wait until you meet Kerstin.

Let me keep the illusion.
I don't want to see her.

Cheers.

- Lennart Mattsson?
- Here.

You're so far away, Goran.

Along with everything we have...

Nothing has been
the same since you left.

I'm back on the farm,
but I'm so lonely.

Everything has gone against me.

I wish that I was with you,
or that you were here.

When I'm writing you,
and not just thinking of you...

...I feel a bit closer.

Klas has asked about you.

What about the play?

Our play...

Goran Stendal?

Goran...

I'm so sad. Your Kerstin.

I kissed the letter
where I put the X.

It's for you.

- Gosta Muller?
- Here.

- lvar Berg?
- Here.

- Torsten Gren?
- Here.

- Bertil Dahlgren?
- Here.

- Oskar Viktorsson?
- Here.

ls Goran Stendal not present?

No.

I've learned to hate God and want
to tear down heaven and earth.

I just want to save myself
and follow my own path in life.

They said that I had sinned
and that I was lost.

When I'm awake at night,
it's like they're all there to scold me.

How can love
be something foul and filthy?

Humans are created good,
so how can it be foul?

Help me, Goran. I want to live
while I'm young enough to live.

I'll help you be happy.

Klasse...

Fire and damnation
are upon you!

The farm is subject
to God's punishment!

It's a shame, Sigrid.
They were finished.

It's God's punishment.

Don't give me that shit!

''THE VARMLANDERS''

I don't know why I speak so formal.

You sound like a book.
Be happy with that.

But you told me
when the tailor proposed to me-

- that I should get
a true gentleman or a wealthy farmer!

Shut your trap! They're up on stage.

He said hello and asked if I was
Nils Jonsson from Fryksdalen.

Then he asked me to come
along and clear a path for him.

I got myself a lever
and we headed up the mountain-

- where I started
breaking and cracking...

...so that the sparks...

- Stone splinters and sparks.
- They were flying by my ears.

- Feet.
- Then he showed up...

''And then Dundrapart
shook my hand...''

He said that he'd been
in a lot of countries-

- but that he'd never come
across anyone from Fryksdalen.

''Then he went to the cabinet...''

He went to the cabinet and
got bread, herring and butter...

- Cheese!
- Cheese...

He made me a large nip
and some sandwiches...

No! ''Gave me a large nip.''

He gave me a nip
and I had a merry time for days.

- And I was well paid.
- Can you shut up?

I'm too nervous for this!
I'm going home now.

- Are you happy?
- I've never been this happy.

Erik! Anna! Erik! Anna!

Take a bow.

Could this get any better?

You couldn't ask
for a happier ending.

Bravo!

How are we back there?

We're fine back here.

We're imagining going
to the end of the world.

- What was that?
- Going to the end of the world.

- Would you come home with me?
- Yes, but they won't like me.

Sure they will.
They'll be nuts about you.

- What are you doing?
- I'm kissing your back.

I can feel you scratching. Just
wait and I'll give you a proper kiss.

I can't wait.

Kerstin?

Kerstin?!

Kerstin? Kerstin?

Can you hear me?

Kerstin!

I must have hurt myself.

It feels like my back is broken.

- You're in a bad place. I'll help.
- No...!

How are you, Kerstin?!

It's not that bad.

If I can just be still.

Don't be afraid, Kerstin.
I'll go get help.

Goran?!

Don't leave me. Stay here.

I have to, Kerstin.
I'll run as fast as I can.

No...!

Stop! Help us!

Isn't that Bernt's little girl?

I can't leave her. Get an ambulance!

Come and lay down next to me.

Why is it so cold?

It's not winter yet.

It was summer today.

Are you alive?

Why is it so dark?

Kerstin?

Kerstin...!

The bitter wind of life...

...swept in over a child
in the prime of her life.

She sacrificed her life
on the altar of aberration.

The coming of the new age
has without mercy-

- swept in over our
quiet corner of the world.

But what was
the point of this sacrifice?

Only God knows.

He may have meant for it
to be a warning for others.

He may have wanted to say:

Heavy is the price
for ruthlessness...

...aberration and selfishness.

Heavy is the price for the seducer.

Truly I say unto you:

Whosoever shall offend one of
these little ones that believe in me...

...it is better for him that a millstone
were hung about his neck...

...and he were cast into the sea.

God's punishment is hard on man.

But it is better
that one person should succumb...

...as a horrific warning...

...than that an entire people
should perish. Amen.

From dust you came...

...to dust you shall return.

Jesus Christ, our savior...

...shall raise you up
on the last day.

Beloved Kerstin...

We, your friends
who have gathered here...

...will remember you as the
ray of light you were for all of us.

No one can know why you
had to sacrifice your life...

...but we know that no person
has the right to judge.

Those who judge will one day
be judged by the same law.

The only true thing in life...

...is that humans love each other.

For the greatest
thing of all is love.

If you should be punished...

...for being yourself
and for having the courage to live...

...then life wouldn't be worth living.

You've left a void behind you.

We will miss you...

...and remember you.

Goran... Don't forget me.

Kerstin is my name.

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