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VESNA

Pip! Pip! Come here!

Even that whelp doesn't listen to me!

Pip!

Don't waste your breath. It's gone after the students.

Fiddlesticks! The students are sitting in the room...

Studying maths for the examination.

They're studying now quite a different kind of mathematics.

Learning how to turn girls heads. - What?

Samo! Kri�tof! Sandi!

Are you crazy! - You're crazy, you!

One can't even enter his own house because of your rubbish!

Rubbish? Ever heard of culture? - Go to blazes with your culture!

In summer you're paint snow and in winter roses.

If this is culture, I'm Queen of Sheba. - I paint as I choose!

How far have you gone in mathematics? - Give me a break!

You may grin! You've been cramming all along,

so that figures got almost sprouting out of your ears.

I've already done maths, you know.

I'm studying now history. What's that? - I'm training.

What for? - After the exam I want to become a professional. - You?

Who'd be losing the time arguing with teenagers?

Thanks for the compliments. - Oh, not at all. Got a fag?

Guys! Cosinus! Beat it! - We should I? I know maths.

Look what a dumpling he's got with him! - Must be his daughter.

He's got a daughter? - Sure! She attends the school at Poljane.

What a figure! A true Hyperbola!

Well, tell your parents I'm very satisfied with you.

Yes, very.

You already know more then my eighth form.

Next year you'll pass University examination with flying colours.

Well, I've told you already, you know more than my eighth form.

Yes, professor. - I'll see you again next week.

My regards to your mother. - Thank you, professor.

Don't be spoiling the game, Sandi.

Be a sport.

Look, Samo!

Samo! Samo! - He doesn't hear you.

Let's better play!

Wait, you bandit! You'll be sorry when you come down!

He's doing air tricks instead of sitting at home with a book!

Oh, may man is sitting at home. - You're running around for him!

Know what, lady? Firstly, that's none of your business...

And I wouldn't mind if you didn't watch him so closely!

My best regards to the lady!

Boy, if she wasn't so terribly plain, I'd have my exam in my pocket.

How do you mean? - I'd turn her head so that she'd bring

on a plate to me the examination papers from the old man.

Such a silly idea can strike only you.

You may understand the music, but you don't understand girls.

Trust me, that terribly few will get caught on your notes.

You will see, you idealist! - Well, then you're a naturalist.

I'm a materialist. - No, thanks for material like Hyperbola.

You're re right. But examinations are examinations!

Come on, Sandi. This is no joke. - Look here, I'm fed up with you.

It's a brilliant idea. And you're preaching about morals.

Bigot!

There are three of us. Hell, one has to succeed!

Let's go. As soon as Samo gets home we'll talk it over.

You watch how we'll pass our examy.

Samo! Where have you been?

I went to fetch some papers. - Getting your papers up there?

Where are the other two? - Studying. If Pip's here...

So! You're not happy only to play the truant

and to be ploughed, but you're making fun of me too!

You're playing in the air, the other is playing with girls.

Another one is playing... - On strings? - Yes, yes, on strings.

But now you'll hear a different tune! I'll show you, vagabond!

Get in!

Boys, it can't go on like that!

You two, give me the paper. I'm going to write to your parents!

Silence!

Jackals, baboons, orangoutangs!

How can a man create? Art in a zoo like that?

Stop poking your nose into our family affairs!

And I'm going to spank you if I catch you running from home!

You watch how we'll dance! - How mother? Like that?

Stop it! I'm angry with you now! - Yes, but not seriously.

Only don't disgrace me by being ploughed.

Don't worry! - We're a solid firm!

Being in need of a solid dinner.

Solid dinner? You don't even deserve brown bread.

Come on, we're no jailbirds. - You're going to be from now on.

Fried liver with cream or onions? - Onions! Onions!

And just a tiny bit of pepper. - Wait! I'll show you my pepper!

They're possessed by the devil again! - Be patient, Trpin.

I've been patient as long as three years. Trying to get a decent flat.

Wait some more till we wall in the connecting door.

Where's the bricklayer? Why hasn't he come yet?

He's working in the Government sector. - What about my sector?

Wait, our turn will come too.

Well, what do you say?

Such ideas can thrive only in bad films and comedies.

Yeah, that's right. - Go to hell, you fools!

No sensible man can talk to you.

If you're such saps I'll act on my own.

But don't expect me to help you!

What do you think? Should he explain in to us again?

What do you want more?

Check yourself, Casanova. Explain.

Look! One of us has to turn the head of Cosinus's daughter.

Once he gets her, he's got the papers

that the old man prepared for the examination.

As for her, I think, there's no problem.

I bet she hasn't a boyfriend.

Write a letter to her and everything will be easy.

How does she look like? - In short, she's terrible.

She's got a snub nose, glasses. Her line, like a hyperbola.

Like a fattened goose. One of us will have to sacrifice himself.

Well, you can stand it as you are used to such things. - Yes...

But here's an opportunity for both of you to learn something.

How do you mean, both of you? Let's spin the coin.

Are you crazy? It's not fair. - Not fair.

Did I say it was fair? - You know what? Do it yourself.

You're supposed to be Casanova. - Only if it's heads.

You want to spin the coin and haven't got one dinar!

Who says I haven't got it?

He who throws heads will gt a headache. Right?

Who's going o throw first? - You do.

Bravo!

Baboons, orang-utans, jackals, cavemen! Peace!

I can't stand it any longer and that's a fact!

Where are you going? - I'll get the bricklayer.

Even if I have to take him by the hair.

Let's think it all over again. I don't think it's proper.

You can't change it now. Fate. - Morality, shut up!

Kri�tof, take a paper and write!

A draft!

Dear...

If I knew her name at least!

You know, it ought to be something lyrical, poetical...

Baboons! Jackals! Cavemen!

How can a man create art in a zoo like that?

Well, writ!

Dear Comrade.

No, that's too official.

What about... Dear Miss? No, that's too bourgeois!

Bravo, Paganini! For once, your misruling hasn't been in vain.

We must strike a sentimental tune.

This is not sentimental. This is the spring longing.

Great! Longing, flowers, spring! Vesna, goddess of spring!

Sit down and write! Dear Vesna... - But what about her address?

Never mind! Uncle Jelen Will tell us that.

Write!

Dear Vesna...

Hello, is there nobody at home?

Who did it? - A sufferer like me. - We are all sufferers!

I want detailed information! - When is the bricklayer coming?

Tomorrow already. - Go to hell! Always tomorrow!

You'll get it tomorrow sure as heath. Black on white.

What? What'll be coming? Black on white? - The bill!

Try hard, boys! - Well, let's start from the beginning.

What do you want? - Uncle Jelen, where does Cosinus lives?

What's that to you?

He's celebrating his sixtieth birthday tomorrow.

Don't say so! Cosinus 60 years old? He doesn't look his age!

No, he doesn't. Where does he live? - 13, Long Path.

Best thanks. So long, Uncle Jelen.

Let me call you Vesna for I don't know your real name.

I've seen you for the first time in spring.

The apple-trees in front of my window are full blown

and every blossom tells me about you. You are Vesna to me.

When I'm listening to the tune of my violin it seems to me

like the distant echo of your voice.

When I fly in my 'Seagull' I take along my violin and play.

I play up there a longing song about your eyes.

But tonight I'll play below your window.

And if my serenade move you just a little bit,

then my distant one, whose name I don't even know,

come the day after tomorrow at 17 to fountain at Tivoli.

You will recognise me by the flower in my buttonhole.

Your unknown admirer Samo.

Janja!

Where's the mail? - What mail? Didn't you take it from the box?

There was some advertisements. I've thrown them away.

So? Well, come in to sit. Coffee will grow cold.

Where have you been?

Are you all right? - Oh, yes. I'm all right.

Why don't you eat?

I hope this child hasn't got temperature. - Please, auntie!

Well, let her alone. Ana, I'm not coming to lunch.

I got to attend a conference. - I'm teaching my class at two.

When I am listening to the tune of my violin it seems to me

like a distant echo of your voice...

Janja!

What's the matter with you? You're not even listening to me.

Why? Nothing is the matter.

What's wrong with that girl?

What if she isn't sick after all? - She must be in love.

Now, don't be silly! In love! - Why not?

She's still a child. - A child? Now, tell me frankly:

How old was Kristina when you fell in love with each other?

She was 17. - Yes, but in those times... - I've heard that before.

Do you think all this has been changed now?

When I fly in my 'Seagull' I take along my violin and play.

Playing up there a longing song about your eyes.

But tonight I'll play below your Window.

Are you feeling hot? - No... I was thinking...

It's sultry isn't it?

I may shut the window... - No, no, just leave it open.

A serenade?

I don't know.

Strange. I thought serenades were out of fashion.

What king of competition is this?

Don't you see they've spoiled everything?

I told Uncle Jelen the old man was celebrating his birthday.

You ass, sap, bloody fool!

Yeah, what about papers?

A remarkable serenade. Isn't it just a little bit too noisy?

What are you laughing for? Stop it.

Don't you see they're making fun of Janja. And of both of us?

I'll show them!

Uncle Jelen, you? - Jelen, you?

Don't get offended, professor. Modesty is a virtue,

but you shouldn't mind us playing a song for your 60th birthday.

What?

Are you out of your mind? You've come 12 years, 2 months,

17 days and 2 hours too early! - Too early? - Never mind.

Come on in! You'll wash that water away with wine.

Come in!

I beg your pardon, but that water wasn't meant for you.

It's all right, Ms. Professor. I don't mind the water.

But I can't understand... That damn boy... - Which boy?

He came to see me yesterday in order to get your address.

He told me you were celebrating your sixtieth birthday.

I didn't waste any time coming Here with my hand.

Who was that? - Uh? What's his name?

That tall by from the 8.b class. - But you mustn't betray him!

Well, come in, please!

Excuse me, Miss. - Vesna.

Why, she's not our Hyperbola.

Vesna? - Why are you so surprised?

Oh, nothing, nothing...

You know... I've got quite a different picture of you.

But you wrote to me, didn't you? - Well, yes, yes... but...

I've seen you only from afar...

And you think I'm different at close quarters? - Of course!

Please don't make fun of me. - I'm not making fun... honest...

Play, Paganini! - What? - Last night's serenade.

Come on, play! - You know what you are? A swine!

And what's your name? - Janja.

Beautiful name. - Beautiful? Vesna is rather more beautiful.

May I call you Vesna?

Should we have a walk in the park? - Let's go.

What a figure! And what eyes!

What should I do? - Got a nose?

I think so... - Then blow it and forget it.

You know what I liked best in your letter? - What?

You're flying in the clouds and playing violin.

Oh, yeah...

It's nice up there. The blue sky, the sun, the clouds.

You know, the clouds have to be studied. Some may be bad.

Cumuli are the best. - What are the cumuli?

Cumuli are... well... It's hard to explain.

Come along with me in a plane, and I'll show you.

Would come? Yes, I would. Only, can you take me along?

Of course I can. I'm a pilot. I got the Silver 'C'.

And what is that? - A sort of badge.

If you reach 3000 feet, If you stay 5 hours in the air,

and if you glide 30 miles, you are entitled to the Silver 'C'.

There are only 1000 people in the whole world who got it,

more than 100 in our country. - And you are one of them?

Hush, your dad is coming.

Well, did he come? - Yes, he did. - Where is he?

He brought this. - And what is this?

A bill? What bill?

You see, that's because you're always getting excited.

No wonder I'm getting excited with these damned jackals,

cavemen, baboons, orang-utans!

Go to hell! You know perfectly well it was a mistake!

You're angry, aren't you?

Peace! Baboons! Jackals! Cavemen! Peace!

Who can stand this terrible noise?

When are you going to introduce me to her? - I'm not going to.

When you are going to wheedle the papers out of her? - Never.

The boy's raving mad. Why did we start this comedy for then?

We won't play comedy with such a light cloud as she is.

A light cloud! Did you hear that? This is metaphysic!

Possibly, but it still holds well. - Wait!

Variation on a cloud... Excellent motif for a serenade.

Oh, that blasted C flat again!

Go to blazes with your Bide Mayer romanticism!

And this is what you call learning for the examination!

Dinner, bandits!

One hundred, two hundred, three hundred, four hundred,

five hundred, six hundred, fifty, fifty-five and fifty.

Rosalia, wine!

For all the money? - For all! And for the house!

For the house? We're alone.

And besides, you don't stand drinks as a rule.

Is doesn't matter. It's not on me.

It's on the firm Turk&Co.

So, the bill's paid.

Good night, Vesna! - Good night, Samo.

Peace!

Damn barflies! Who hired you?

Why the hell don't they move this bloody gallows?

I didn't buy my beano at the suction.

Will you stop or not? Drunks to bed!

Hello! - Hello!

Am I late? - No, no. I was early.

How beautiful! - And those are girls, you know.

Girls? Aren't they afraid? - Not at all.

Well, one has to have a little courage.

This is the training plane. It is also piloted by a girl.

Should we go?

�trbajs!

Is the 'Crane' free?

Yes, it is. Why? Don't you prefer the 'Seagull'?

Well, yes... but 'The Crane'...

Come out in the open: 'The Crane' is a two-seater.

You're real enterprising. You're taking her among the clouds.

Thank you.

The best pilot in the world. On the surface he looks rough...

And underneath I'm rough too. Welcome, Vesna.

Boys, bring him a 'Crane'.

Well, how do you feel, Vesna? - Fine.

What's that? - That's Muki. He's been the only one to fly with me.

A mascot? - No, only a good friend and good adviser.

Well, what do you think Muki? Should we take her along?

Well, well. The first time he agrees with me.

He's always in opposition.

Ready?

Are you scared? - No.

Is it high? - Have a look!

How high are we now? - About three hundred feet.

We'll fly still higher? - We'll reach more than 2000 feet.

Two thousand feet?

On second thoughts, it's quite beautiful.

Hello, master!

Excellent! What do you say, Kri�tof? - A nice picture.

A nice picture! Why, it's masterpiece!

Christ! It's nicer than real life! - You see, this is Realism.

Boy, I get the shakes if I look at it!

Look at these glaciers, the whiteness of the snow,

and the reddish halo as if the sun were setting...

Master! ...I beg your pardon... May I ask you something?

Please, go on, do! - There's one thing I'd like to know.

Do you paint by memory, or you make sketches in winter?

Well. I sketch all right, but true artist has to be

endowed with imagination. The important sketch is here...

There's one more point I'd like to clear. - Come on. Don't be shy.

Why are you painting roses in winter and glaciers in summer?

You could've known that. Every masterpiece must grow ripe!

Right. A masterpiece must grow ripe. There's one more thing:

A progressive artist must always march in front of the masses.

Well, didn't you say you got the shakes? - Yeah, sure.

In summer, one wants to look at a picture like that.

In summer people by such stuff in winter they go for the sea.

You know, this is wonderful! - A man of genius!

Only an artist of your size can get an idea like that.

Good day, master. - Good day.

So long, boys! So long!

How did you mean about that size? - Not the way you did!

Blasted bandits, cavemen, baboons, jackals, rogue!

Look, a two-seater. That must be Samo.

Do you think she's with him? - Sure she is.

You're jealous, aren't you? - And you're sick with love.

I can see it by looking at you nose. - I haven't even met her.

But you'd like to, wouldn't you? - Sap!

Well, I'll be frank with you, I've got a crush on her.

Is something wrong? - We'll have to make an emergency landing.

Thermodynamic laws. - Yes, but... - Don't be afraid.

�trbajs will come to fetch us.

Good day, granny. How it can be that the post-office is closed?

In the afternoon our post-office happens to be at the inn.

And why are you going to the post-office? - I want to phone.

Good day.

Did you come to the inn? - To the post-office.

That's me. What's your business? - I'd like to call to Ljubljana.

You in a hurry? - Sure I am. - Oh, that's annoying. - Why?

The sausage will grow cold. - It will taste good.

I'm in a hurry. I got to phone. - We'll phone, don't worry.

What brought you here? - A plane. What? A plane?

What's so strange? - Jesus! Where did you get it?

We landed up there on the lawn. Listen. I'm in a real hurry.

If somebody comes to the post- office, I'm at the post-office.

Should I bring you the sausage there? - No, I'll be back.

Well, let's go.

Well, so far you've been the only companion of Samo.

Do you think Samo is an honest boy?

May I trust him?

Is he just a little bit in love with me?

May I love him too?

You don't lie to me?

But Samo says you're always talking back to him.

What are you two talking about? - Should we tell him?

You have your little secrets. Be careful Miki is a liar!

I hope he hasn't lied now. - Do you like it? - Very.

You may keep it. - Indeed?

I'm sorry, professor. I can't do it before the evening.

They'll wait... Oh, yes, yes. That's why he phoned me

to tell you not to worry about Vesna.

Vesna? What Vesna?

My daughter's name is Janja. Who christened her Vesna?

Your friend? I see...

Well, thank you anyway. Goodbye!

Did you know that? - Me? No!

Well, and what have you to say? - Me? Nothing!

Of course, you have nothing to say! Very interesting.

Our girl takes off with a boyfriend I don't even know.

He calls her Vesna! And you... nothing!

Yes, but what should I say? Am I to be blamed? - Or I?

It must have been that serenade. - It's the way you brought it up.

That's what you get by allowing young people too much freedom.

She's flying with a boy instead of sitting at home and studying.

Tomorrow is Sunday. - And if something happens to her?

It's not right she went without letting us know.

As for the rest, I trust her. - I don't. I know the youth!

I'd rather say you don't know them well. - Don't talk like that.

I'm living among them. I know what they're thinking and doing.

Such boys are capable of anything. - I don't think so.

I'm also living among them. They're different from us.

But in fact they've got the same idealism.

That's why you shouldn't talk about they being rotten nowadays.

Some of them may be, but they must be helped.

I won't discuss pedagogies with you now. I'm interested

in Janja and her happiness. - I'm not worried about her.

I trust her and I'm confident she'll get the right boy.

Why don't you attend our school? Your father teaches there.

He doesn't want his colleagues to look through their fingers at me.

I see.

You're not worried about the exams?

I am, but...

What are you worried about most? - Mathematics. - Indeed?

My father? Can I help you? - You can. - How?

By not telling your father you were with me. - Don't worry.

Strange. Why �trbajs hasn't come yet? Do you feel cold?

No.

You know what? I'll make a fire.

I'm sure Samo will be angry with us for being late.

They won't be bored though. - And they won't be cold either.

Are you still cold? - No. I feel quite snug.

Are you yore about the landing we made? - Not in the least.

Don't yelp. I don't know where he is either.

He'll kill himself, and that's a fact.

But why should he do it now before the examinations?

Please, don't get excited! We don't know what really happened.

Good evening. - Good evening, Janja.

Dad... Please... I...

Don't be angry with me... I... - Where have you been so late?

I can't help it, dad, really.

Thermodynamic laws are to be blamed... And cumuli...

You know where we were. We had to make an emergency landing.

�trbajs rang you up, didn't he? - Who is �trbajs?

And who's that friend of his? Where do you know them from?

�trbajs is a tousled sprite... - What kind of talk is this?

That's how he describes him. And he's perfectly right.

He? Who's he? - Well, just he. Friend of �trbajs.

Oh, is that the boy who calls you Vesna? - You know this too?

I know everything.

I'm worrying about you. You go off on a fly with a stranger.

But dad, he's not a stranger. - Stranger or no stranger...

From now on he's a stranger. What are you hiding there?

This is Muki. - And who is Muki? - His friend.

He's been the only one to fly with him. - Now it's your turn?

Janja, tell me the whole truth. - What, dad?

Stop it! - I want to know everything! I must know...

Let her alone. She had nothing to eat. Come on.

You're crying? What's wrong?

I love him. - That's no reason to cry.

Samo! Tell me was that landing deliberate? - Sure it was!

That an accident? Don't be a fool!

Deliberate or not. He's a lucky fellow, indeed.

What a beautiful, tender girl... An angel! - Lucky fellow?

Lf, it wasn't for us he wouldn't know your angel!

He's got to thank us!

Vesna...

Hell! I'm beginning now to sympathise with the painter!

And what sort of friend are you? Why don't you get the papers?

Are you deaf? - When it's over tell me. I'm studying.

You cavemen!

I'm going to wall in your mugs!

How did you fare last night at home? Was your father angry?

No, not very. - Samo isn't here. - I know. That's why I came.

I want to talk to you. - About Samo? - No. Not about Samo.

About the parachutist course. - Want to become a parachutist?

And Samo mustn't know about it? - He should better not.

You need a little courage. - Yes, I know. Samo told me so.

I wasn't scared at all when I flew in his glider.

I used to be only at home. You know how it is.

Mathematics, Latin, a little swimming, and that was all.

Then I happened to meet you... - Me? - Well... you and Samo...

Now I'd like to get used to your way of life. I'd like to learn

at least a bit of what you know. - Bravo! I like you, Vesna.

What a girl! The right one For Samo. Let's go.

Well, girls. I've brought you another one.

She doesn't know anything yet, but she will. - Thanks.

Will is the most important. We're just starting a new course.

I can put your name down. - Please. - Sit down for a while.

You see, everything is all right.

Vesna!

What are you doing here? - I... - You're not going to jump?

You know, I thought... - You thought!

You mustn't even dream of doing that! I won't let you do it.

You know how easily something may happen to you up there?

I don't care for jumping. If you know how afraid I was!

I thought you'd like it.

You know, when I was flying with you I wasn't afraid a bit.

But without you... Why are you laughing at me?

Have you ever been kissed at the airport at half past two?

No... - And yet I'll do it!

Janja! - Yes, coming! - Coffee is getting cold.

What she's been doing all that time in the bathroom? - Vesna...

Please, I don't want to hear that name again. - Why not?

Everything is in blossom. Janja too.

Her spring has arrived. Don't you see? - Rubbish!

Janja hasn't changed at all. - Really? Have a look at her.

Look please, isn't my skirt crumpled?

No, no, it's all right.

Thank you.

Are you going to keep a date?

A date? Why?

Well, as you're all dazzled up. - I'm wearing an ordinary dress.

I'll be going. It's high time. - So long, dad.

So long, auntie. - Tidy up a little. - I will.

You know, she kisses Now differently. - Yes...

It's high time.

I wonder why you have been using so much hot water lately?

Fathead!

Looking after somebody? - Yes, Mr. Kocijan. - Samo? - Yes.

On what business? - I've got a letter for him. - A letter?

Who from?

From... from... Mr. Slapar. - Professor Slapar? - Yes.

Are you his daughter? - Yes. - Oh, I'm glad to hear it, miss.

I'm Samo's mother. I'll call him now.

Samo! - What is it? - You've got a visitor. - What visitor?

Miss Slapar is here. She has a letter from the professor.

What? - Well, miss Slapar.

You must promise me to tell no one.

Do you promise? - I promise. What does the letter say?

You mustn't open it yet. When I'm gone you may read it.

Can you meet me this afternoon by the river? - No.

I don't want to take you away from your books. - After school?

All right. But I don't want to meet you at the bathing place.

Come along to our rowing club. I have a boat there. See you!

What does the professor say? - Nothing... It's nothing...

He doesn't probably say anything. How should I know what he says?

Oh, of course you don't know. But you've been expecting her.

Why are you so tidied up then? - Tidied up? Me?

No... I mean... Vesna told me... - Ah... Vesna... I see...

Then it's not from the professor, but from Vesna. - From her...

I mean, not from her... Oh, you're getting under my skin!

Why is so that examinations take place in spring?

Love letter? - Don't be silly!

This is...

Examination papers

Let me see! - Sandi! Give it back!

Don't be impudent! - Hurray! Kri�tof! We got them!

Bravo Samo, you're a genius!

Give me that letter! - Have you lost your mind?

We made such a deal! - Yeah, give it back to him.

Bloody baboons! You'll break the door!

I want this letter. Give it to me!

Now, stop it!

What are you up to? - I'm Sandi. - I'm not interested.

How's that? Didn't Samo tell you about me? - No, he didn't.

Turn the boat back to the shore! Oh, Samo will be here any time.

And he'll show you! - Samo isn't coming at all.

Samo isn't coming? Why? - The door crashed on him.

Sandi! - No, it's me.

Why, what are you doing here? Didn't you go to the river?

How can I show my face? I sent Sandi to excuse me with her.

Sandi? Are you off your rocker? - I had no choice, you were out.

You sent the wolf for the lamb. Hurry! Put on your shoes!

Yes, but... - Don't but me! We must save the situation.

And why did you have a fight? - Because of the letter.

The letter you brought this morning to Samo.

And you know what was the letter saying? - Sure I do!

Is it so!

Take the boat back. I'm going home. - Vesna... - How dare you?

Please, listen to me! I'm head over ears in love with you!

Let me go! I don't like it! And I don't like you either!

And I even suggested We should spin the coin.

What? You were spinning the coin and I was at stake?

Not exactly... It turned out quite different then.

I see! I understand now!

The letter, the serenade, Everything settled in advance.

Because my dad is professor! You've been after the papers!

Yes. But, please, listen to me to the end!

I don't want to listen to you. Row back to the shore at once!

It wasn't meant that way...

I don't care. Take me back there!

I'm in love with you. I'm crazy... with you.

And I hate you! I hate Samo too!

Tell him so!

Admit you've spilled everything! - My tongue slipped.

Come on, don't lie to me! - Honest, my tongue slipped.

Honest, you're a common swine all along the way.

Sucker!

Hello, girls! - You came from a date being so spick and span?

You know, my sweetheart, you're my only love!

What's the matter, Vesna? What have I done to you?

Did you spin the coin? - We did, but...

Who wrote that letter? You? - No, I didn't but...

You went after me because of the papers? - That's right.

And I don't play the violin either. - And that too! Goodbye!

Vesna, but I love you! Listen, I love you! I love you!

Hey, young man! The wrong direction!

Good day. May I speak to... - To Mr. Kocijan.

Got a letter for him? - Yes, how do you know?

Oh, you know, these things do happen now often.

Samo! - What is it? - A girl with a letter again!

Good day. - My compliments. I have something for you.

From Vesna? I mean from Janja? - Yes, from Janja.

And this too.

Oh, thank you. - Not at all, Always ready to help.

From the professor? - No.

Now, how many girls are you writing letters to? - None.

I hope so. Otherwise I may forget my good manners.

Come on, open it. Perhaps... - It's no use.

Tell Sandi that he is to be blamed for it.

I'm not on speaking terms With that Quisling any longer.

You may at least see what she has to say.

Mr. Kocijan.

When you'll be reading this I won't probably be alive.

I want to tell you that I'm also writing to my father,

telling him that I stole the papers.

I'm asking him to change them.

As you know I've finished the parachutist course and hope

that the parachute won't work when I jump. Let the Fate decide.

Without greetings.

I used to be, but there have been ages since, all yours Vesna.

Did something happen? - I hope not yet.

But if something happens to her I'll give you such a beating

you won't be able to remember your own name.

To Dad and Auntie

Dear Fahter and Dear Auntie.

I have no time to write to both of you separately.

I didn't go to school but to the airport.

Come on, Vesna! We're not going to die!

Borut, have you see Vesna? - She's taking off in a plane.

Please, where's that suicide club? I mean parachutists?

Who are you looking for? - My niece. Janja Slapar.

You're late, madam. They're airborne now.

I came late too.

Aren't you?

Don't stand like a dead ghost there! Do something! - What?

Try to do something! - What's so terrible?

Vesna has taken off in a plane. - So? - She wants to kill herself.

Vesna? But why? - Because... of this... this...

Mister, please, what can we do?

We just can't watching the poor girl jumping to death!

I didn't know it was so serious!

Moment, please. I'll try to contact the plane. - But quick!

If I were your mother I'd show you.

Don't be afraid, Vesna. Jump!

That's Vesna. - How do you know?

Because she jumped too late. Scared.

She must land somewhere near the river. - Oh, God!

Where are you going now? - I after her. - Take me with you!

Not so fast! - You know, Vesna is falling fast too!

What you're up to? You know Cosinus will change the papers.

All swatters lack intelligence! That's why they must swot!

Help!

Janja! - Help!

Don't be afraid, dear! We are here.

Well, what are you waiting for? Do something!

Help! - I'm coming, I'm coming!

Are you still angry with me? I'm not so much to blame.

That afternoon at Tivoli I didn't know, really.

But as soon as I saw you I fell in love...

It's true I went after the papers at first.

But once I met you... - Help!

And then when you brought me the papers. Do you think it was easy?

Yet I felt most ashamed about the violin. Do you believe me?

Vesna, do you still love me? - I do, only help me!

Do you promise me never to try anything like that?

I promise. - Here, take hold of me.

Don't let me go. - Don't be afraid, I'm holding you firmly.

I went to the airport, I'll try to prevent the worst.

If something happens to her, forgive me.

I've probably been a bad pedagogues.

After all, I may have misunderstood young people.

I didn't always understand you either.

When I did it was too late.

Ana, what is it? Where's Janja? - She's in good hands.

I got grey hairs worrying about that girl. - Did you come in time?

Why, no, too late. Just to see her jump.

Jumped? Well? - Nothing, the parachute did work.

All that matters is that nothing has happened to her.

You can't imagine how I suffered in those moments.

If only she's safe and sound I'll pardon her everything.

No, that's not right either. Give her a sound spanking.

Otherwise she may try to do something like that again.

And next time she may succeed.

You're right. I'll spank her. And that blasted lad!

If I only knew who he is... I'd make him pay for it.

And the papers - I'm going to change them.

He didn't change them, after all.

You've got four hours to finish your papers.

Which is that fellow?

Did you pass? - Yes, all three. - I came to congratulate you.

I knew you wouldn't plough. - Thank you.

Excuse me for not introducing myself.

I wonder whether you remembered your name then.

Samo! Did you make it? - We're a solid firm.

Needing a solid lunch, I know.

Good day, ma'am. We met already, didn't we.

Such worries about these children. Sandi, Kri�tof?

Come nearer. - Hello, boys. Congratulations.

I got so used to them as if all the three were mine.

Boys, I've prepared a real wedding feast for you

even if you don't deserve it. But if you hadn't passed,

the dog Pip would eat it all up!

Well, miss, will you join us?

Dad, may I?

Yes, go! - Don't worry, professor.

If I was able to tame those three beasts,

you may trust me with your daughter. - I trust it to you.

Well, go, and have a good time! - Well, so long.

Well, why don't you say it?

Mrs. Kocijan! May we join you too?

Why yes, of course, professor. I was afraid to invite you.

Our home is rather simple, but I know you'll like it.

Mrs. Trpin, master Trpin. They're coming!

Well, look at our graduates! - How did you make it?

How did we make it? Fine! We've graduated.