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After the operation, Psyche regained her health.

The operation helped her...

Liberated from bodily trouble, she regained the freedom of her soul, too.

The power of the soul, unless created by despair, won't be predominating

without the body's endurance or its - so to say - condition.

Amidst the limp objections of the weak Orders...

only Baron Mika gave a worthy answer.

And why? Come on... tell me, why?!

Because his fist - his bare fist - was pressed!

Bah! It's only comedy... scandal...

May I hear the story too?

Lidi...

Get dressed!

I used to know the Baron.

Who does Countess Lónyay not know...

Good evening.

- I'm pleased to meet you again. - She's pleased too. - I'll be right back.

Anyway. On the 26th of May, the appointed day of the Transylvanian Parliament...

Ferdinand Estei, who replaced Vlasits as the king's commissary...

informed the Orders that the Parliament was delayed for two days.

The Orders...

- Is the Baron still in Transylvania? - Et causa...

the chamber is not equipped, and not practicable.

The delegates are indignant, and they wither away.

But Baron Mika...

At first he merely knocked, but then he rattled the door frightfully...

and, as he said, he left it in one piece only out of becomingness.

So is he still in Transylvania?

He wants to open a lithography workshop.

To publish the parliamentary papers in spite of the censorship.

And what does Bratislava say?

Bratislava stands by him with heart and soul.

The youthful Members of Parliament even paid obeisance to him in a letter.

He always desired to step up on a plinth.

If the little miss cares for some piquancy, the diet is now prosecuting...

that the king should sign his papers as Ferdinand the Fifth,

for he is not first as Hungarian King,

even if he is the first as Kaiser.

- This is why the upper and lower table are at quarrel. - About the king's title!

Eventually, the king said,

- that the Orders should send the papers in unaddressed envelopes. - The king...!

The king only cares about the letter. That's how kings are.

You dressed up in vain.

The auberge, where we wanted to have dinner tonight, went bankrupt.

Everyone suddenly goes broke when I want to have dinner.

You stink of the kitchen of politics from afar.

I wonder why, because there has been no cooking lately.

Only the under-cooks brawl.

I've been in Pest for some days, waiting for the county's commission.

- Let me see the receipt-book! - Here you go.

You can see that I'm not guarded by anyone.

And I don't mind your closeness either.

But we should not burn each other.

If I were to burn away in a white glow...

it would not terrify me...

as much as the fear of parting from you.

Why are you talking about parting?

I have to go to Bratislava on duty...

to the diet, maybe tomorrow.

Bratislava might be a big city.

But not so big that you couldn't find me in it.

The countess in Bratislava?

I'm travelling to the Highland through Bratislava.

BRATISLAVA

The king is no longer the head of the country when he lives abroad. That's one.

Two...

The king should assume the responsibility to keep the law.

Three... The kingdom does not fall to the distaff side.

Four... Without the permission of Parliament no wars can be started,

and no peace can be declared.

Five... The Hungarian army cannot be used

to oppress other nations!

- Six... - Desipient... Seven. Fantastic.

Nota bene, it really is desipient.

Eight. World Freedom should be proclaimed right away!

- Nine... - Some things might be exaggerated or out of time...

but it's apt to start a debate in the counties...

which will dredge up the country's common will!

- Where was it printed? - In Hamburg.

Everyone will see rebellion in this constitution.

That is why only the safest hands can carry it.

Can I open it now?

Oh, it was so hard to break free.

There was this huge group.

Full of court councillors, aristocrats, peers, generals...

Too much talk and champagne made me sleepy.

Pardon monsieur.

Who's going to get wine?

We don't need wine!

Everyone has his assignment for tonight.

I've prepared the portion and penitence for you too.

The king...

...is no more...

...the head of...

...the country...

...when he...

...lives abroad.

Your uncle is one of the ringleaders of the aulic ultraconservatives.

Our arch-enemy.

I know.

The king...

...should assume the responsibility...

My parents forgot to dash off my dear uncle's political career.

So I gladly abided sitting in his lap as an infant.

And I often pissed on him too.

The kingdom does not fall to the...

We both loved to play gold-piglet...

which he learnt from a gypsy wayfarer.

He'd grab my nose with two of his fingers...

and drop a gold coin into my palm.

It's true that his feelings for you are not exactly friendly.

When he asked about me, and mentioned your name, he turned red...

And he popped the tap like ferment wine.

- Zoltán... Do you have some kind of discussion-group? - Why?

My uncle says that its days are numbered,

and the wretched members will soon learn their lesson.

The club can not be disincorporated!

Our ground rules...

have been laid down by the best jurists of the country.

No one can pick a quarrel with that!

Without the per-mis-si-on...

I've heard that Dávid Zsolnay left, because the card-game grew rougher.

The club is more important than one attitudinizer!

These letters prove...

that we are a great hope for the country's youth!

In this lacerated country...

even if its in a casino...

where will you find...

an altruistically united society?!

You should also know...

that we are setting the fundaments...

of a greater task: our freedom.

Tell me... Doesn't your great freedom come with too many bonds? Regulations, code-words...

Lengthen or fatten your letters, so the enemy won't recognize your handwriting.

You here?

How dare you bring the countess here?!

Erzsi is our follower.

I take full responsibility for her.

I don't care for your responsibility.

This is an unwarranted risk.

To put her through this is a huge irresponsibility.

- Is there something wrong with me? - Oh, no.

What's the problem?

Women don't usually come here.

Doesn't matter, I'm here.

I'll let you in on something, then. Do you want to see?

Come with me.

- Behold! - Let me go!

Don't fool around! Let me go!

You beast!

Please...

Let me go!

I might as well have saved my breath.

Big onrush, little pop...

And you tore my dress too.

You ass...

I'm all... wet...

How will I go out now?

My clothes are torn too.

Towel yourself!

I'll apologize in the quarters. Thank you on behalf of the countess.

Try it on.

Show yourself...

Will you look at that! You look great in boys' clothes.

A true parliamentary clerk.

I say... it would be one hell of a joke.

You'll see, you can safely come here from now on.

Schuldigung bitte...

A little game?

In the name of my mandators,

the nobilities of the free hundred of Nyitra,

and in my own name,

let me oppose my last words...

in this pernicious moment!

I would be ready to participate,

in the form of ultroneous taxation,

or a nation-wide scheduled conscription,

in the effectuation of this beautiful idea.

But I will not reach out...

my helping hand to the felling of the abdominous tree...

of the nobiliary freedom!

What would those foreigners,

who pay attention to our country, think of the Hungarian people...

if we sacrificed...

one of the main, and finest,

privileges of our small comfort and dubious conduciveness,

and we would build bridges...

on the blond waves of the hoary Danube?!

What?

Is it really the intent of the constitution,

that we should crawl in mud?!

- This way, the homeland will certainly perish! - That's right! He's right!

The palatine has every reason...

to keep the case away from the Parliament.

He earns 200.000 Forints a year from his late wife,

Alexandra Pavlovna, who was related to the tzar.

Don't leave her there.

Come with us.

It would be unpleasant for him to stir up the Polish affair, right?

It's hardly preventable.

Did Borsiczky deliver the letter?

Yes, but he declared that if some...

delegate brings it up before he received the Polish committee's answer,

he would have to take it back, and put it in.

If your proposal is voted down...

you'll sigh even on your death-bed with heaviness of heart:

poor Polish nation, the whole World abandoned you!

Poor Hungarian nation, too.

Because he who deserts others will himself be deserted.

If Louis-Philippe and his nation had let them drown,

and no one rose up in arms in Wilson's homeland for their rights,

what can we expect from a nation that wears its sword

only on feasts and with a blunt edge?!

After the European courts...

broke Napoleon's empire with the help of their people,

each and every one of them broke their promise...

to give their nations a constitution.

We fight for our Constitution.

The Polish...

fight for their freedom!

We are both alone.

That's right!

And we have another thing in common.

Instead of wearing proper clothes...

- Let me sit for another exam. - Leave me alone.

If you leave me alone, I'll write you...

a diploma that every breed accepts.

I can't live like a failure forever.

...the eyes of Europe are vigilant against insomnia!

Our national pride has lain dormant for years now before such issues as the copyhold,

the rules of the partage of general taxes -

which should be the Parliament's duty.

They would rather close their doors when hearing of such difficulties.

Balogh is no hero but a barn-stormer,

who flaunts himself in the overindulgence of the democratic principles.

And always avails himself of the opportunity to make the aristocracy feel his hatred.

As a matter of fact, he is himself obstructing work on the country's situation.

Just like those who take everything that comes from the government for maleficence...

And seek their own glory in endless fault-finding.

I will not abide this! I dare you to fight a duel!

Wipe your ass with it, amice.

After that you might be accepted into the athletic club in Wiener Neustadt.

Let me through!

That bastard...

I will never sit down with them again!

Why the long face, Zoltán?

- We've lost another man. - Which one?

What a beautiful horse!

It's a valuable asset.

- The ambassador paid 500 morgens for him. - Let me ride him for nothing.

Be careful, he heaps his back and slips on purpose.

Maybe under your arse.

World-history teaches us, that...

nations will always arise,

and nations will always vanish.

I have more respect for the Wings and the Orders...

I wouldn't assume that...

they would want to tumble over the ash-covered cars of Europe.

Nations will always arise, nations will always vanish

As a member for Esztergom...

I think that there is nothing new in this statement...

...because history teaches us that much.

But history does not teach us...

that we shall leave a distressed nation on its own...

and just watch its suffering in silence...

and not help as best we can.

And if there is no more in our power...

that we could do for the underprivileged...

than offer compassion and sympathy...

we must offer even this meager easement...

if there is no more that we can do.

But we shall offer it instantly, without any delay!

That's right.

- It's rising! - Look out!

- Grab it! - Everyone grab the ropes!

Go to the other side!

Don't these pieces look nice? We should get more.

We could plant the whole court with them.

Why couldn't a little forest grow here?

We'll talk about this later in the club.

You're still here? Why won't you rest?

- What happened to you? - He got run over by the Vienna Coach.

- It's a bad sign. - Bad it is!

Someone else rides my horse, and I'm on foot.

Freedom... Is it not World Freedom that springs up from every tree?

From everything that grows...

On what account are you mocking our noble ideals, Sir?

Me? I was just starting to like them.

The forest on the Parliament's court would mean,

that bridges are being built from iron and not lumber.

This isn't any more visionary than some proclamations.

- What are you suggesting? - It's lifting up!

Hold it!

Pull it!

I'll help!

Get away! Get away from here!

Leave me alone!

You'll hurt yourself.

Am I a boy to no avail?

You're no boy!

This part should be more powerful.

The spirit of the Tartaric Overrun demands it.

They are my guests.

Get to work!

You are welcome!

Give me your hand.

Careful, Károng broke his ankle here yesterday.

Welcome, welcome...

And the poet...

God bless you!

We've been waiting you.

Like every Hungarian with abnegation who drives a quill.

Your tragedy moved me deeply...

and convinced us of your genius.

For many a day...

I lay down with this thought.

Alas, the topic does not attract the public today...

...or patrons of the arts.

Look at the costumes of these patriots.

They have to cover the threadbare patches with ink.

- What do you want? Go to the rehearsal! - I'm going.

Now take this almost perfect strophe:

Thou...

Thou shall not...

Thou shalt not blind me, whoever thou art...

I solemnly swear...

...by this matchless bow my ancestor won from Artemis

...thou shalt not blind me! To this, I swear!

Whoever thou art

That's when Narcissus...

...refuses Echo's love.

I know the text

Well now...

What if we changed a line to this:

I swear by Árpád, the Hungarian conqueror, and the homeland!

I solemnly swear!

...by this matchless bow my ancestor won from Árpád

...thou shalt not blind me.

...thou shalt not blind me! To this, I swear!

A inconsiderable modification, thundering applause...

and unbridled huzzas!

Árpád fits in the classical context, like peasants fit in the opera.

So Attila the Hun, then!

He fought the Romans.

Or Csanád.

Or Ond!

Why not Töhötöm?

No sir.

I am grateful for your criticism...

...but your proposals prove that my visit was useless.

These times are not propitious for me.

I would not entrust you with my tragedy, which will survive the ages.

Laci, wait.

You do not understand me either, Fidél.

My eyes, fixed on the heights of Parnassus...

...do not blink at the behest of minds gripped by politics.

Translate your drama into Greek, after all you're good in Greek.

Or German. A German theatre might perform it.

...because it's only a water-reflection...

it's empty...

and has no existence.

Why are you always at my track?!

Like dogs that smell a carcass.

Phew!

Us? Dogs?

- I saw someone up there. - Where?

If he does something suspicious - shoot him.

It also aggravates Zoltán's case that witnesses came forth from

his county, where he protested against the king.

A writing was found on a wall in Váradolaszi, stating:

Viva freedom! Viva patriots! Death to Ferdinand!

Terrible.

On what wall?

On a backhouse.

He could even get ten years for treason.

You are on the list too.

How do you know this?

Tell me!

Tell me...

I thought this way I could help Zoltán,

so I confessed to my uncle, that I'm pregnant...

and that he might be the father.

"Might be"?

He also asked me that. And demanded,

that I name all the possibilities.

I mentioned...

Your name too, Ferdinánd.

And who else?

Dénes Pázmándy.

And...?

Whatever. He said, that we're all on the suspect-list.

We could be arrested at any minute. He said that you were a bad influence on me.

I'm travelling to his estate in the Highlands to have my child.

And he will take care of it.

So we could be fathers?

Show me your belly.

It's not that big.

Though you're a little skinny yourself.

Ferdinánd...

For some, it doesn't even show in the fifth month.

Are you allowed to do everything?

I wish this hammering would go away.

I have to go.

Don't go...

Don't forget your duty. You owe the county 40 copies.

Oh, how I hate to scribble!

Damn it! These goddamn soldiers are everywhere!

Go! Run into that street! Go!

Run!

Come on! Go!

Halt! Halt!

Clear the street!

Here you go Countess.

We've been expecting you.

You don't even have to ask,

you would have the best room anyway.

But don't have high expectations,

It's a dusty little station on the Hungarian border.

Your honoured uncle has stayed with us more than once.

But why am I talking so much... You must be tired.

Should I prepare a bath, or would you rather have a rest first?

Prepare a bath as soon as you can, please.

I'll be waiting here.

- Right away. - Sir...

May I have an apple, if you have some?

I'll get an apple.

Please deign to wait here. I'll be right back.

János!

János!

Lidi!

János...

Forgive me, Countess!

You know who sits in the drag?

Baron Mika.

Are you a policeman too?

Erzsi...

After his long solicitations and intercessions,

the government has suspended his punishment considering his eye problems.

Liza, the Baron is blind.

Completely blind.

I'm escorting him to his designated place in Austria,

where he must live...

as civil dead, incapacitated of...

all his political rights under house-arrest.

And him? What about him?

Come on, let's get moving.

János, come on.

Right away, Sir. I'm coming.

Let go, Erzsi. We must leave.

Tell me about Zoltán!

Forget him.

He is no more.

Live for the future!

You're about to become a mother.

Has he been killed?

No...

But he'll never be released.

His mind is unhinged, his soul is blind forever.

Let's go!

Man and woman...

carry the hidden symbols of nature.

Master Lund and I have been looking for the true meaning of these symbols.

Hermeneutic philosophy?

The unity of micro and macrocosm.

You, as a man...

or as a scientist, will understand...

that I'm in search of...

a missing symbol, a missing pole.

Yes indeed!

These two poles are within us.

We are locked inside ourselves.

That is the truth.

Everything else is just illusion.

Is there something wrong?

Enough of science.

The barriers of marriage...

are crumbling to dust along with my parents.

I didn't want to get married.

I wanted her to have my children.

Marriage doesn't matter.

After all, it wouldn't even be a real marriage,

merely in name.

And she's gone.

Gone!

She's dead!

KOŠICE

- Miss Erzsébet! - Good evening.

Where are you? Look at these dresses!

Did you sew these dresses, Miss Erzsébet?

But mine is the prettiest, right? Show it to me!

Let me try it on quickly.

When the Captain rides along the main street, every girl has to go out to see him.

At least for a walk, in case...

It is said that wherever he goes, at least one woman commits suicide.

But Miss Erzsébet doesn't even know who this Captain is.

Why would she know? She won't leave her sewing-shop.

- Should we tell her? - Why not?

Our love... All three of ours...

Isn't it strange...

One love in three different dresses.

- Erzsébet, be my girlfriend! - All right.

- You're a Countess, right? - Of course, she is.

Let's hope she's not our rival.

Oh, my feet.

Don't shake my bones.

How much do we owe you, Miss Erzsébet?

As much as you figure.

Oh, we have so much to do.

Will you carry along the dresses now?

The maid will take them in the afternoon.

We have a lot of shopping to do.

- May I give you a kiss? - Of course.

I'm afraid I might dance again.

- And what about the admission? - How much?

Three crowns.

- Three crowns? - Three.

It might be four.

- Three crowns? - That's right.

- He'll take her into the garden too. - The things you say...

Countess Lónyay would gladly go with him.

Who invited her?

I didn't.

Amy wanted to invite her.

Why wouldn't I? She's so alone.

How old can she be?

Who knows? She's from afar.

She must be sixty.

It's not certain she is the Countess; no one in town knows her.

The Countess and the Captain... ridiculous!

Doesn't matter, it will end eventually.

What?

Life?

No, I meant this ball. Now come on.

Nusi! Wait up!

- Do you know what the Captain is doing in the bushes? - No.

But I can imagine.

Miss Erzsébet, what's wrong?

The Captain, maybe?

Neaten my band, please.

Hey, you pulled it.

Tell me about those six Prussian hussars!

I lashed out at them until I extricated myself,

and chased them into Hungarian captivity.

So that's why you're the hero of Königgrätz.

I hear you've captured more girls than you've captured Prussians

Is there a rank for that?

When you're in my arms...

...why talk of other girls?

My poor feet...

You're right, let's escape the next dance, my sweet.

Let us walk in the garden!

Have you ever been in love?

Can't you give me a kiss?

Kratky, when you embrace me, all you break is my bones.

Give me a kiss, my dove.

Don't wring me!

Your two children await you at home.

Exchange kisses with them at home!

Wait, miss!

Don't run away, I'll accompany you!

We'll ride out at dawn and listen to the murmur of the trees.

We will rite until marasmus!

Laci...

Isn't it me you're looking for?

Why you? I'm looking for work, honourable and charming Countess

Don't call me Countess. Forgive me...

I'm nobody and nothing, not a jot better than you

I've never felt such a nonentity as I do now.

Yet my rank is important to you.

You need a countess to look up to...

...or a gypsy whore to look down on.

These are only attributes.

It makes no difference whether I call you a rag or trash.

Such is my lot.

Don't say that, Laci. You are not unblemished.

See me home. Where will you sleep?

Laci, you are a godsend!

Am I really a godsend?

Maybe I'm bringing you a message from heaven.

If that is so, heaven only loves itself, too.

You want to know, who sent me?

Baron sent me.

A lame Silesian baron is looking for you.

Maximilian Zedlitz?

He wants to tell you, that his parents have died.

He'll reward even the person who finds you.

You'll get that, at least.

Lidi...

I could have made money if I'd written the story of your affairs.

What can you know?

Enough to publish 'Adventures galantes de la Countess Lónyay'.

A nice title. I could have my disease cured with the money.

You're still ill?

I could complete my unfinished studies.

Pest...

Vienna or Paris would be more suitable than Pest.

You have far-fetched plans, Mr. Tóth.

Then we could marry. A doctor medicous...

...and a poetess countess.

I'm no countess.

- You are. - And you are insane.

I'm insane, but such a marriage might admit me to the Upper House.

A possibility, minimo calculo.

And your being a whore doesn't matter...

...because you were born a whore.

Lidi...

Lidi, stop!

Lidi...

- Laci... - Erzsi...!

Laci...

- Laci! - Lidi!

Laddie...!

My mouth is bleeding.

Narcissus...

Narcissus...