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Tristan! Where
have you got to?

A night like this is for
the devil, not for man.

Ah, mere words.

Terrible thirst.

Water!

Flood me, waterfalls, I'll
drink all the fountains dry.

You don't feel like going
off to the slaughterhouse.

Farewell, darling!

Just waiting again. One
hundred and thirteen minutes.

But you aren't waiting?

No. But when I'm drinking
with my friends, I stray here.

Who knows why.

Perhaps I'm really
waiting. But what for?

In one hundred and thirteen minutes
this family will turn into a stalagmite.

No, I'm not waiting.

I draw, I paint, I fabricate.

Professor, tell me, how
am I to express emptiness?

Cousin Anabella, over here!

M�cik, chief clerk.

Anabella Citovsk�?

This one, or that one, all
cows are black in the night.

You're not really
Anabella, my distant cousin?

So you're not that one?

Do you need documents?

If not, then not.

Can I give you a lift?

To the Women's
Refuge or to dinner?

Anabella, it really
is you, after all.

Cousin distant,
beautiful and so on.

Taxi? Bearer? What
are your commands?

I am Tristan, a wonderful
artist I will be.

A bit drunk, but you don't mind
- or do you?

To the refuge!

Fresh air.

Private refuge,
at your service.

Another suitor?

The bride has
no time to spare.

The wedding night awaits her.

We have sought and found it.

It is quiet here.

So quiet.

Did she come here to see you?

No.

Pretty.

What a lot of pretty ones
I've already arranged.

And this one is only
one step away from us.

Here you are!

You frightened me to
death. I thought that.

Never mind, it's
just my nerves.

Come with me.

I look awful, don't l?

Lie down here. Don't be shy.

Pretty face.

She jumped.

Catfish treated her terribly.

But that didn't
have to happen.

Dear girl, who
was it hurt you?

I'll punish him
on your behalf.

I'll make a mask and send it
to everyone who offended you.

- To the ambitious parents.
- Oh, no!

They were the best
people in the world.

So there is someone to
punish for your sadness.

Indeed.

But your punishment
probably doesn't become them.

It does.

Death becomes everyone.

I feel fine, dear
girl that you're here,

that you're alive.

Now I know it for sure.

To get the death mask from
the one that we've hurt,

must be a devilish punishment.

I try to remember you.

And who are you?

A jester.

I'm the old candle
woman, Anabella.

I am Raven, the stonemason.

As you see, the orderly too.

If a woman married you
and left you right away,

you wouldn't
survive, would you?

But she won't leave me.

The one who marries
me will not leave me.

Why should she?

Maybe she needs documents.

Even though she was born here,
she's a foreigner to this state.

She's not allowed to live or
breathe here without documents.

And she can get them
only by marriage.

Did he frighten you?

Poor guy.

He was supposed to
be a good sculptor.

- Has she left?
- You see yourself.

- What did you tell her?
- Nothing.

I'll find her.
Perhaps she needs me.

Women only need you
for this task now.

And you don't have to chase after
them, they are delivered to us.

Who's calling?

A jester.

who's feeling lonesome.

Well, have you done
the mask? Show me!

Poor thing. Wasn't she
already decomposing?

Is the minister to carry his
personal tragedy under his arms?

That's better!

That's how it should be.

That's it. I'll
call him right away.

And remind him
of the fountain.

They've got a water tank
there like a trough for oxen.

He can arrange it,

his daughter is lying there.

Your Excellency,
this is Rafaj.

It's finished.

It's a pious matter, I dare
not bring it before you.

The heartbroken
mother your wife.

A monument important to the state
is about to be finished here.

And your view of it, the
opinion of a statesman like you,

would be a lesson, a resource
for the culture of the nation.

Oh, an undeserved honour.

Raven, sprinkle it
with water and sweep!

The minister in person.

Good morning.

Announce me to the
director, please.

Miss Anabella!

You're not even here yet and
you already have visitors.

From the chief clerk.

Miss Citovsk�!

Pleased to meet you.

You want to enrol
in the university.

You will have everything
necessary for your studies.

I don't want to remind you of your grief,
but I see that you're wearing black.

Have you had a
death in the family?

I'm sorry, I really
did not want to.

You need peace, quiet.

We'll put you in
the tower room.

Thank you.

I'm not home yet to anyone.

No, don't. The
clerk is a gentleman.

More than a gentleman.
He is a lord.

Los, los!

Father, mother, it's all
in the past for you two,

but I'm alone. So alone.

My dear girl, my
swallow, hang on.

You have to hang on.

Good, you've buttered him up.

And what about the fountain?

There hasn't been
a chance, yet.

No, thank you.

I understand.

Everyone bears his
own altar of pain.

We've done it in
a dignified manner.

If you could, just a
word about the monument.

The concept of your
monument is monumental.

Maestro, don't you think that the
gesture is a bit like that of a preacher?

And how should
it be, minister?

A leader's, a
thinker's gesture!

To tell you the truth, l
didn't quite care for it either.

And the tilt of the
head? Like a saint. No!

Let it stand like a
beacon for eternity!

We will definitely erect it.

That is the greatest
help to creation.

Let the statesman decide on the
statesman, whether he is to stand

on a pedestal in a tailcoat or in
a toga like the Emperor Augustus.

You've forgotten the
hairs in the nose.

Well, that should be it.

We'll modify it a bit,
just to keep up appearances.

You didn't mention
the fountain!

You saw it yourself.

What did you get for
the mask? Nothing?

You just repaid him a debt
with my work, isn't that so?

We'd better get even,

because I loathe
this whole thing!

Careful, you'll be treating
your nerves in an asylum again.

Then you will come again: Rafaj,
let me at least wield some clay.

Here you are, just
to keep you happy.

I have a different
opinion on everythng.

What opinion? You heard him.

Only the municipality, the state
and the church have enough money

for a statue like
that, made of metal.

Who will let a sculptor with
opinions earn some money?

You're crazy.

A monument is not wagons
filled with bronze!

A mountain used to stand here.

A tree stump crushed
my father here.

I walked all these
places as a boy.

Even though we are far away and getting
lost in the world or in our dreams,

there are places that
emerge from this country.

We know or sense that
these are our sacred places,

this is where our
common fate moves us.

The hill before you is the grave of
our ancestors, a prehist�ric settlement.

Peasants have ploughed up urns
of ashes from time immemorial.

And who are you?

Raven, someone like you.

I will make a
lookout in this place.

You will stop here and say:

This is our country
and this is us.

I am at home here, I don't
feel like that anywhere else.

What do you want here?

Well? Have you
not found her yet?

What's with the ladder?

Come on boy, recite!

I am a warm beam of nudity

A cemetary with
memorials of lovers

A maternity ward of laughter

A windmill for tears

A bag of wild flowers

Kept in the cellar for winter.

Tristan, where are you?

Where are the drawings
for the almanac?

He's distilling
dread and horror.

He's been playing tricks
on us quite long enough.

- Maybe he hasn't got them.
- He has, I saw them.

He's probably not
happy with them.

Fetch him.

Either we're a group and
stick together or we're not.

His drawings
mustn't go missing.

What am I to give
you, if I have nothing?

That's not it!

I am Tristan, a
wonderful artist.

A bit drunk, but you don't mind
- or do you?

Friends, leave me alone.

I'll deliver them later.

At times of love,
even game is protected.

Who have you got there?

Open up!

Just shove the
drawings under the door!

He's got Lola in there.

Tristan, you're
being enigmatic.

You haven't shown
up for a long time.

Just say you don't care about us,
we'll not go crazy without you,

if you think you
can do without us.

Good gracious!

So you really mean to dump us?

You won't go through
with it so easily!

Show it to me!

This is Lola? Are you blind?

Inspection of
personal documents!

Your documents!

Your documents please!

Anabella, it's me
- Raven.

The one who wanted
to make you a mask.

I keep on thinking of you.

Now I know what you need.

Don't cry, I'll
call you right away.

Do you live in a tower?

Great, my dream
is coming true.

Transmit for me, you
are my transmitter.

Whenever you see a flying ra

This is Raven,
from the cemetery.

Here I am, high
above the city.

Upland, oaks Maybe you can
see it from your window.

I've figured it out.

Don't worry about documents.

If you don't find anyone
better, I'll get them for you.

I wanted you to know.

I should send you to fetch
death! He's not locked after all.

But he was. Say,
was he locked?

And not alone,
we have evidence.

Guys, we are pursuing
him like executors.

She was here!

He's got a lover.

He's fornicated all the
way to the antipodes.

And he gives a damn
for our joint stuff.

But where is he? Search!

Tristan didn't mention that he's
got a shop full of curios here.

Artificial paradise!

Boys, we were hit by a bomb.

We're dead. We've perished!

God, how you spoil
the taste of people!

You exhibit such
kitsch with such glory.

Ah, Gn�dige, all the world
talks about the divine Helena!

Young man, the heavens
are sending you.

Drown him please.

I drown only myself.

My heart I won't
survive another scare

and he will stay here alone.

Do this favour for me.

Favour? For you or for him?

I told you for him.

He doesn't need any favour from
you, he'll find a solution himself.

Enslaving love drove
the tomcat to suicide!

Bravo, Helena!

Look, Tristan.

After him! He won't
escape this time.

Surround him!

Boys, I begged you
to leave me alone!

Are you a friend?
Why are you hiding?

Lola is sad.

Wouldn't it be better
to jump into my bed?

Father made you a cake. He's
never managed a more beautiful one.

So I'm an "outdated
view" for you?

But no one would jump into the
Danube with an outdated view.

And what drowned you, boy?

What's that supposed to mean?

You die and don't
deliver the drawings?

And who were you
locked up with?

- Did he say anything?
- Nope.

Our Lola.

When we got to
school, Walrus told us:

Boys, we have no model.

Tristan and I brought Lola.
The whole school went wild.

Walrus clucked.

Boys, that's Renoir.

Her skin is a gritty
beach in paradise.

We should pay her that sugar.

- She's sucking my blood.
- Who's sucking your blood?

- She is.
- Who is she?

Anabella. She took all
my strength from me.

Yes.

Some clerk is calling.

- I'm not at home.
- Are you going to the faculty?

No, it's no fun there.

To hell with everything.

You've got enough time for that,
but don't put off the enrolment.

I'll wait for you.

Hello? She's not here.

The documents are all right.

- Have you got all the documents?
- All of them.

- All the documents?
- Yes.

Sociability, vital
cycle, do you understand?

- Good afternoon, professor.
- Ah, Miss Veronika!

- Here you are.
- Is your father healthy?

Yes, he is, thank you.

- Do you wish to enrol?
- Please be so kind.

Come along, dear child.

Associate professor.

I am assistant Gallo.

I want to tell you something.

She comes, she sucks you up with her
gaze, and wants something from you.

But what?

Does she want to kiss you?
Would she mind sleeping with you?

Sure. But try it!

She's a hands-off, touch-me-not,
lipstick, the aftertaste of lipstick.

- I don't have state citizenship.
- You will bring it tomorrow.

I won't.

I don't have it.

You can understand
my excitement.

I knew it was Tristan's
Anabella from her enrolment form.

Perhaps Tristan knew it,
because he already jumped,

but I felt that I have
to do something big.

Just imagine if l
fell in love with you

and lost my head, my heart
my tongue, everything.

And I jumped.

Should I jump?

You embrace her, kiss her,

you think of her,
listen to her,

but you won't get through
to her. It's crazy.

Tristan realized
it right away.

He chose to jump. Before she
sucks up every single ideia of his.

Anabella wears
mourning. It suits her.

I know about psychoanalysis,
I know about women and I know

that it's just a shell

that's supposed to provoke,
that hides something.

I've never heard him
prattle on like that before.

But what do I have Freud for?

I will break through that
shell of hers by analysis.

Tristan is right.

Lunatics have the greatest fun,
they don't stop to think, they jump.

Just laugh,

but I feel I'll
do something big.

I'll jump once.

Miss Anabella, there is
someone for you in the lobby.

My angel, show yourself!

You don't eat properly.

You'll soon pick up at home.

I brought you a
cake with almonds.

Aunt Fanny said
that it's very tasty.

And she hardly ever
praises anything.

It must be special if
aunt Fanny likes it.

You rogue, what have
you done this time?

Do I always have to
listen to complaints?

- You will herd goats!
- Don't beat him!

He hasn't done anything. He just
really needs to invent things.

Anabella, we are
going to play.

Close your eyes.

I'll figure out
a country for you.

Got it!

I'm glad to see you alive.

All around just gossip.
"He jumped and shouted out."

I had to shout something; they
wouldn't have pulled me out otherwise.

You keep on inventing things.

That's all we can do, right?

You're a classy girl.

Giddyup, brother!

Anabella, are you
there? Can you hear me?

I'm not so sad any more.

I want to make a
monument to our country.

When you see a raven
flying, send me a message:

Raven, come on, you'll
definitely manage to do it.

Ah, you raven,

you want to be the bird of love,
but you wear the colour of death.

Anabella, we liked each other
from the very first moment, right?

He's already waiting for us.

Who?

The sun horse.

He came for us
from a fairy tale.

He's got the sun
on his forehead.

You have to be
able to imagine it.

Imagination is the
light of the world.

Go to that tree
and caress its bark.

It's a magic tree, electrical.

It gives off sparks.

The truth does not bleed.

I didn't know it was so sharp.

If I could somehow
secure you for me,

I would propose eternal
friendship to you.

But that's bollocks!
I can't secure you.

I feel that you'll
disappear again.

Our erotic centre.

Take a seat. My friends would
like to introduce themselves.

Music!

Behave yourselves, orphans!

On the ground!

Breathe together!

One, two, three!

Dream on, you'll rid
yourself of the sadness.

The zodiac will
determine your sign.

Can you hear the surf? A fish
hears a droning in its ears.

Welcome among us!

Introduce yourselves, orphans!

Our group. Painters,
professors, poets.

Vilo.

Now come and have a
look at our paintings.

What, can you not get it off?

Are these yours?

Lola Lola.

- Which are yours?
- I'm a poet.

Give me back my distances,
give me back my laughter,

Mother Earth's skeleton changes
by night to burrows and graves

Necrotic limbs can't
be surprised anymore

Someone is coming from the
depths into the darkness.

What's this?

A dead poet.

It was great, boys,
but I've got to go.

What? We're off
to the wine cellar.

Come along with us.

Once the exhibition is open.

Then I'll see you home.

- What?
- I was chosen as her sign.

That was only the chair, it
got stuck. We'll toss a coin.

- Tristan, you're first.
- I'm not taking part in that.

- Heads?
- Tails.

Heads.

Me too.

- Heads.
- It's heads.

Anabella, only heads,
You're a wonder-maid!

Don't squeeze into Nioba's,
our mother's, bosom, orphans.

Don't hide under
Earth's gracious breast.

Here a rock burns,

Here the grandfather decayed

before his grandson, his seed.

The horrible nostalgia of
death is coming over us,

it makes the hands
turn backwards.

It was like when
we weren't alive.

Oh, it was like,
when we weren't.

We are opening our exhibition.

Everyone who sits here will
experience the horrors of the world,

so as not to be surprised by
them, when they actually occur.

Professor, a tragedy.
Didn't they call you?

What's going on?

Tristan has drowned,
he's lying in the morgue.

You scoundrel, you arsehole!

What's he done? Why?

Such a gift from God.

He left a note: No one
understands me. I'm leaving.

- Nothing else?
- Nothing else.

We're collecting for a wreath.

He didn't like my paintings
or me, I think, either.

He called me "outdated view".

I should go.

- To the cemetery?
- No, to the wine cellar.

Those rogues are
capable of anything.

You're good, the old guy
declared you're a gift from God.

He mourned you.

We are boozing away
Tristan's funeral wreath.

Tristan, to your tristesse!

Tristan, what have
you seen there?

Hell is decorated
with Walrus's paintings

and sinners endure torments
when they have to look at them.

Boys, can I play something
for the beautiful girl?

How do you know
that she's beautiful?

I heard her voice.

I can tell by the voice.

What else did you hear?

That she is sad.

Maybe she's lonely like me.

You have half an hour to
see her home, to and fro.

Anabella, come to my place.

Have you got the keys?

Do you breed geese, hens?

Just for a short moment.

Mother hears everything,
knows everything right away.

Mother is omniscient.
She knows everything.

Mother.

Mother, you are beautiful.

No woman has ever
been here before.

Can you hear it murmur?

Mother sees everything.

She will come into the
room now and you will say:

Mother, this is my bride.

Don't torment me.

Mother will bring you
coffee and find me here.

So what?

I'd like to sleep. It's late.

You've got your mother,

all this, your poetry,

you can make things up,

you've got your sorrows
and your friends.

- Don't you?
- I don't.

I'll give you a shell.

You don't want it.

Then I'll destroy it!

I'll destroy, burn everything!

Stay, I'll write
poetry for you.

Chants, lullabies for adults.

Stay for another
while or for eternity,

which I will spend burning in
front of you with a clear flame.

Raven, what are you doing?

Building a monument
to this country.

A monument to the benevolent
genius of the country.

It's late, you
should go to bed.

What'll your
nerves say to that?

To hell with nerves!

I don't rule the world,

I don't have any bronze,

I won't even push a boulder
up to the upland on my own.

But I have got an ideia.

A design for a monument to
the genius of this country.

I'm making a model
of a mountain range.

Whoever sees it will say:

Why just build
monuments to rulers?

A monument.

Anabella, come to me.

Enter this horrible mayhem,
that I've got in my head.

Are you here?

And now I will eat you!

That's not it!

No, man doesn't devour his
dreams, quite the opposite.

Anabella, you are sweet,

even the thought
of you is sweet.

Don't look at the pictures!

That's all the outdated views.

Nothing from my inner self.

I'm not doing so well now.

I'm not doing
well at anything.

I'm hopeless!

I tested passion with a flame.

Tristan, I recommend it.

- And your friend, the assistant?
- He's at the faculty.

I have to talk to him.

You dare go out with them?

You surprise me.

She will fall in the sewer.

The documents are all right.

Sr. Assistant.

We're not going to
talk about it here.

Did you see how she
laughed at Gallo?

Such a coquette!

From the birth certificate,
you see I was born here.

They won't find out right
away that I am a foreigner.

I understand, sure.

Marry me and you
won't be a foreigner.

You are my libido!

Coquette!

Miss, tomorrow we leave
for Constanza, come with me!

What do you care
about her? Come!

She won't jump in the
water like you, don't worry.

She'll flirt even with death.

She's cunning, but she
pretends she's naive.

I told her: "You are
my libido." So what?

I wouldn't tell her
that now. She's frigid.

She didn't want to sleep
with you like Lola, right?

We've really missed
that one here!

Dear girl, they
chased you to death.

But there's no need to die.

I did offer you a death mask.

I'll send it to all
those who offended you.

Don't be afraid that I'll
scratch you, burn you with wax.

My fingers remember
you, forever.

Even though I'm crazy, l
have the power to punish.

Gallo, that self-important guy from
the university, and the leader too.

I will model the leader
truly, as required.

But everyone will remember forever that
there is only one thing big about him.

The hairs I will
make in his nose.

I will punish everyone.

They will whine.

They will smash their
bemused heads on a rock,

because they lost you.

Greetings from a dead woman.

Giddyup, Cilka!

Anabella, don't torture me.

I know that you've gone,

that I lost you,

but don't put on this mask.

It's so conventional.

Anabella, open your eyes!

Here, here you are!

Eat it, you brute,
psychoanalyst,

fine authority on Freud!

Devour her, your libido!

Why don't you
start! Devour her!

Why don't you start! Devour her!
with plaster until Judgment Day,

you won't make up for the
fact that you hurt Anabella.

I called you a coquette

and often thought
even worse of you,

a terribly crazy thing. That you're a virgin
- slut.

Forgive me.

You told me my
poems were chants,

lullabies for adults.

And then I cursed every night from
the terrace before going to bed.

Anabella, mother, sleep!

Fiery birds should
not circle above you!

You should've listened to me
with your eyes for another while.

I'm suffocating too.

Anabella, breathe with me!

Who are you talking to, son?

Are you hiding away from me?

Dear mother,
leave us alone now.

Later I'll tell
you everything.

Open up! You're not
bringing any sluts in here!

Open up immediately!

No slut will ever come
under your roof again.

It's plaster,
tasteless powder.

Nothing! No Anabella,
neither virgin, nor slut.

Anabella, what
are you doing here?

Upland, oaks, you can
see it from your window.

Do you still wear
black under your nails?

Do you know what
you promised me?

- Documents.
- A mask!

I know.

Those jealous guys
offended you terribly,

those animals from the zodiac.

But you have to lie without
motion for quite a long time.

Gladly. Not just
for a time, for ever.

That's exactly what I want.

To lie with closed
eyes, not to think.

My father and
mother were killed.

I managed to escape here.

Dear girl, haven't
you noticed,

that all those who touched you have
already received death's blessings?

I sent your mask to everyone.

I made it by heart.
I remember you.

I kept one for myself.

No need to worry
about documents.

You don't even need to go
there and swear loyalty.

I'll arrange it on my own.

Your documents
will be alright.

You'll be free.

You are a really good
man, understanding.

A poor guy knows
what has to be done.

The less power one has,
the more he understands.

Anabella, come
and have a look.

Do you see that
hill at the front?

That is eternity, the lookout,

a place for silent thoughts,

where you can sit
and contemplate,

where you can sit
and contemplate,

And if I tell
you that this hill

is made from potters'
kilns and human bones,

you'll say that
this place is silent,

good, sacred.

At least for us.

I'll place some boulders here.

That will be me.

Us, the bones of this country.

Who's ever going to
think of us if we don't?

I just talk and talk, and
you must certainly be weary.

Lie down here, don't be shy.

Do you know what
I'm afraid of?

That when I fall asleep, I'll
wake up on the day of judgment.

You're brooding,
right, orphans?

Anabella didn't
die, she just left.

One is ashamed.

But one can't be more ashamed
than his self-confidence can stand.

Libido.

Blood rushes to a man's head and
he's a brute beast on the instant.

THE END

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