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Excuse me.

- Caius, is that you?
- Hello, my friend!

You have changed, but
I recognized you easily.

- You have changed too.
- It's been quite a long time.

- It's not only age that matters.
- What else?

Well, I don't know exactly.

Coffee.

And brandy.

I know from our old classmates
that you became an engineer

and from the papers that you manage
the hydropower station at Vama.

That's exactly the future I always
imagined for the top student in our class.

You are a good example!

As for me…

I never managed
to find out anything about you.

Is that a reproach?

Because I haven't done anything.

- How come?
- Nothing.

- Is that still possible in our days?
- Oh, and in huge quantities.

Yet, what do you do?

The same: literature.

- Do you remember how many we were
when we graduated? - 32.

Andreescu, Apostol, Berzea...

Berzea died in '55 in Bicaz.

I worked there too. I learned only later
what had happened there.

Costea, the mathematician,
used to intimidate me.

- I, too, was a good mathematician.
- You never intimidated me, though.

- Well, I'm deeply offended.
- You surely are.

Costinescu, the priest's son,

an excellent football player.

The son, not the priest!

- There we go again, talking nonsense.
- That's a good sign.

Cosma…

Do you hate me?

Me?
Oh, because of Irina...

Caius, relax.

I've long since forgotten her.

I've been married for ten years.

I have three kids,
and a wife whom I love.

You're terrible, Cosma!

I am looking at you

and can't help exclaiming
like that guy in the story,

in front of the giraffe:
"Such a thing can't be!".

You've had trouble, Caius,
didn't you?

Ever since you were a boy,
you weren't easy to get along with.

It's not a capital fault.

I only harm myself.

Do you really think so?

Do you imagine that I made Irina suffer?

I imagine she did.

I'm the first to regret.

You know very well I was not to blame.

I lost track of her altogether.

Me too.

In your case, it's not so easy to explain.

Don't judge me, Cosma.

Some things cannot be explained.

- We, humans, are complicated beings.
- Even we, engineers, are aware of it.

Bravo! It's a progress for humanity.

The last time I saw her...

was over ten years ago.

She worked as a researcher and then
she got a job out of the capital.

I long lost any hope
of ever conquering her.

What brings you to these parts?

I’m trying to write a feature report
about the chemical works.

A technological method
developed by the Romanians.

What about you?

I'm headed to my mother’s place
in the countryside.

My wife and kids are there.

My older son is on holiday.
Don’t worry, I won’t show you pictures.

Cosma...

Let's spend some time together in the city.
Then you’ll continue your trip.

My pleasure.
I honestly wanted to see the plant.

Have you got any idea about that new method?

The method belongs to a woman engineer.
My job is to write about her.

Nothing easier for you.

Nothing is easy for me.

You know I'm difficult to get along with.

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The process has an inner character
and there is nothing extraordinary about it.

The first charge of nitrogen,
product of a Romanian technological method.

We congratulate you, madam!

- Have you been working here long?
- From the start.

To whom do you dedicate your discovery?

To those who need it most.

- How do you spend your spare time?
- Surrounded by nature.

- Do you love nature?
- I research it.

Can you tell us something powerful
from your memories?

- I have no memories, but I have plans.
- Then tell us about your plans.

I want to obtain
a product superior to nitrogen.

- Tell us about the woman of the 20th century.
- Or of the 21st century.

- What is happiness?
- A chemical formula that needs improving.

How old are you?

If Brigitte Bardot is 33,
I guess I can afford to be 39.

Thank you.

For "Woman's World" magazine.
A picture photograph for the front cover.

Without the glasses.

Caius!

Irina! What a surprise!

Cosma's here, too.

Cosma, my friend.

I am so glad to see you!

- Have you been here long?
- Yes, for quite a while.

I never got any news about you.

I, on the other hand,
know everything about you.

About you, Cosma.
And even about you, Caius.

I am an obscure personality.

We could have met
without recognizing each other.

So many years have passed.

For some, time has passed easily.
For others, mercilessly.

Let's go and have another look at the city.

My train leaves in an hour.
My folks are expecting me.

We'll accompany you.
Let's follow the old itinerary.

Alec! Keep the journalists busy for me.

We wanted to celebrate the event together.

I am celebrating it too.
Believe me, I am.

- Is an ex-husband allowed to congratulate you?
- An ex-husband can do whatever he likes.

I am so happy to see you.
You are my two dearest friends

I have ever had.

We grew up together,
became adults,

and then we tore our friendship apart.

No love deserves this sacrifice.

Are you up for this confrontation?

Irina, you're cruel!

Are you afraid, Caius?

Only your victorious presence frightens me.

You are a perfect example.

What about Cosma?

Cosma is a natural example.

And you?

My failure pains me even more
in front of your success.

And the two phenomena explain one another.

I don't understand.

It’s easy.

With such women around,
poets are superfluous.

- It's stupid and insulting.
- Either one or the other.

Another argument?
There is so much else we have to tell each other...

Irina, forgive me.

I don't even have the excuse of being witty.

Caius…

Just look at them!

They've entered life noisily and brutally.

You're exaggerating.

They ignore our sacrifices,
believing

it has always been this way…

History teaches them what they must know.

- That's a bad joke.
- I want to bring her down to earth.

It’s an old habit of hers:
the need for myths.

Yes, the feeling of a brass band.

- Hello, professor!
- Hello! I forgot my umbrella here.

Do you remember me?

Forgive me, were you one of my students?

I've taught so many students.

Young people get old too.

My first students are almost
as old as I am today.

I don't remember you. I’m sorry.

“The cranes were sewing through winter.”

“The sap soaring through me,”

“Whilst hanging clusters on the branches."

"Where is my heart?”

"I kept asking myself in the wind”

"Like a star of snow...".

“Where is my heart?”

Bengescu Caius!

Yes...

You used to write poems.
Some of them were quite nice.

Bengescu Caius!

Verses still ring in my ears.

Forgive me!
Faces change, one forgets them.

Of course, sir.

I am retired now.

I was invited to the festivity.

How's life been treating you?
What road have you chosen?

Literature...
I've tried. I’m still trying…

Yes, of course. That's good.

I hope it won’t rain.

You used to like my poems.
I remember what you said about them.

- Didn't you like them?
- I surely did.

I've had many gifted students.

I received no news about them.

Poetry is an indispensable thing.

- Do you think so?
- Well, since they go on writing it...

Good bye, my boy!

It's painful that nothing keeps one's trace.

For this is the place where we've spent

our golden dreams.

For Irina,
this dream was her passion for science.

For you, your talent, Caius.

It was our friendship.

It was my love for you, Caius,

It was my love for you, Irina.

It was… It was..

My friend, Rita, a graduate of this school.

The image of my adolescence.

But you must not become like me.

My friends, Cosma and Caius.

One is an engineer, the other, a poet.

She is the daughter of a colleague of mine.

- Would you like to become an engineer?
- No, I want to be an artist.

You're Caius Bengescu, the poet, right?

I even recited one of your poems.
Then I looked for a whole book, but...

I know, you haven't found it.
When I'll published one...

- I'll send you a copy.
- Really?

Let's hurry,
so we won't get wet from the rain.

Irina, you're so beautiful today!

Do you remember the prefect's office?

Do you know what's been bothering me
all these years, Cosma?

I have to tell you.

You were cautious back then.

You seemed to be frightened then.

I couldn't forgive you for that.

- What did I tell you?
- Yes, of course.

The feeling of the brass-band.

At that age
sober courage didn't mean anything.

I had everything of a heroic attitude.

My dreams of a revolutionary teen

had created a pedestal waiting for its hero.

The first man who had something
of Mayakovski.

Don’t get angry, Caius.
I'm not talking about you now,

despite the fact that you were the hero.

I shall merely describe you
the emotional phenomenon.

Of course. Go on!

Want me to put on some music?

What are you blaming me for, Caius?

Nothing. I tried to find you once more.

Have I changed that much?

Now that I've reached Elena's age,

I hope to be different from her.

Don’t worry, you're not like her,

even though I knew you wouldn't be.

Her emotional formula

belongs to another age.

Your evolution was completely different.

What did she become?

We separated a few years back.

You must come to Vama with us, to ski.

I can't. My research work takes up
all of my time.

I couldn't live without it.

Have you never wished for anything else?

What else could I wish?

I'll go and buy some cigarettes.
Do you want some?

Thanks. I'm still not a smoker.

- I've given up smoking for fear of my wife.
- You were always likely to, from early on.

Full tank, please.

Don’t you find him unhappy?

I find he has grown very old.

It’s less your case, but

I fear it happened to us all.

Not to me, nor to you.

I wouldn't like to be the same
as 15 years ago.

Caius is just as lively as he used to be.

With a touch of bitterness.

I hope you have exchanged
your opinions about me.

It's exactly what we did.

- Irina was observing how preoccupied
you seem. - Not preoccupied, but unhappy.

- I've never had an exuberant air about me.
- That’s true.

It was your great charm.
You had quite an energy,

plus a sad smile which cut it completely.

The formula was irresistible.

The smile alone survived,
to tell how you are feeling.

The formula has no mystery left.

Irina is in full process
of analysis and synthesis.

Don’t laugh! I'm at an age when
the emotional reactions

appear to me
just as clear as the chemical ones.

I'm proud of my age
as if it were a personal conquest.

It has helped me get rid of the feeling

that people still hold mysteries for me.

I pace on firm ground in life,
just I do like chemistry-wise.

I've drained everything around me.
There's nothing left but chrome and glass.

And a cosmic cold.

No. A geometric calm.

“I live somewhere up,
where there once was the sky.”

“Up in a tree of concrete and iron.”

“There is no more land, I’ve shrunk it
into geometries of diamonds and squares.”

Very interesting, go on!

I don't think you'd like me to go on.

What you have to say
is far more interesting.

Go on!

Do you remember that spring?

We all loved Irina.

While I loved Caius.

Your love will remain
the only glory of my life.

And the loss of your love,

the only failure of my successful life.

Now, I want to find out
the mystery of this incapability.

- And?
- Nothing, for the moment.

- Perhaps my formula is beyond you.
- I don't think so.

I hated her so much!

She never understood
a word of what you wrote

and pretended to be ecstatic about it.

Do you think it would have helped if she
had criticized me sincerely and objectively?

She had a bourgeois background.

The rain is about to start.
Let's find shelter.

I wanted to see
the new wing that is being restored.

Somehow I believe that churches

are places rather connected to death.

- Are you obsessed with death?
- No. It frightens me.

I adore life, although life
doesn't seem to care for me.

Perhaps her formula is beyond you.

Maybe.

You don't look like somebody who
adores life.

If everybody looked like what they felt…

- Are you cold? Do you want my jacket?
- No, thanks.

Why are you frightened?
It's simple electric phenomena.

Nonsense!
I'm not frightened.

Would you like me to continue the poem?

- Are you also frightened of mice?
- How do you know?

You haven't frightened me
with your scientist ruffle.

I pity you for your desert
of chrome and glass,

and your geometric calm
of which you are so proud.

You weren't frightened
back at the factory.

That is a universe which I created
and I master.

Sometimes I'm frightened
under the open sky.

I feel a strange and rebellious universe,

to which we haven’t yet created
conditioned reflexes.

Would you like to live in such a universe?

It's the dream of any scientist.

I'm happy to get wet from the rain

and that I can protect a woman
who’s frightened by the storm.

Let's go in!

Do you feel more protected?

Any roof offers protection.

Scaffoldings completely demystify churches.

Come!

The first and the last time
in front of the altar,

aged by love and hate.

Only now do I realize

that you have never dedicated
a love poem to me.

You are in everything I wrote.

And I was crazy enough to believe you.

I never tell lies.

If only I could still believe you…

“Look, the vault is complete,”

“The walls are waiting
for the portraits of the saints.”

“The scaffolding is reaching out
towards the sky,”

“While Michelangelo leans on a crutch.”

Once I would have trembled with emotion
while listening to you.

And now?

Today I smile.

Keep smiling, Irina.

Cosma is calling us.

I thank you for your protection.

It was a manly gesture,
like a medieval knight’s attitude.

Men's fate has turned sad, Irina.

In modern society,

there's less and less danger.

We still have some more walking to do.
Are you not tired?

Not at all.
This rain has done me good.

This regions seems to be crying
endlessly, like a sentimental girl.

- It becomes more beautiful after the rain.
- I didn't know you were poet.

I discovered it one day
when a journalist

called me "a poet of the armed concrete".

What an idiot!

What shall we call Caius?

Perhaps the Melancholy Knight.

What would you call me, Caius?

I haven't decided yet.

I'll give you some time to think.

Daddy is here!

We've been expecting you.

That's Zamfir.

And this is Petrica.

Grigore and Veronica.

My dear, they are my friends,
Irina and Caius. You know them, right?

Mother, you remember Irina, don't you?

Yes, I do.

Well, none of us is getting any younger.
But I do remember her.

- Are you married? Do you have children?
- No.

Cosma, you have a nice family.
And the house is nice too.

Caius comes from these parts.

From this or the other side of the river?

My mother divides the world in two parts,
on the two sides of the Bistrita river.

Caius is born in Bengesti.
He is the son of lady Pia.

Join us for dinner!

Cosma, go get some wine
from the cellar!

What does this woman want from you?

Nothing, mother, she is my guest.
She’s a scientist.

Then let her be, and mind
she doesn't cast the evil eye on the baby.

You're in very good mood today.

The tunnel was pierced
20 days ahead of schedule.

Another mineral cargo of 12 500 tons

was launched on the Danube today.

The first charge of nitrogen

produced by a Romanian engineer.

Engineer Irina Dinu,
inventor of the procedure,

was awarded the star of Socialist Romania,
second class.

...She devoted herself to scientific research

and she published several scientific works

on the compounds of nitrogen
in industrial synthesis.

Miss Dinu has also been active
in social life…

...She represented the students
in the regional organization

and was elected member of the board
of the regional people's council.

There are so many things
I never knew about you!

Same goes for me.

- To whom do you dedicate your discovery?
- To all those who need of it.

- How do you spend your spare time?
- Surrounded by nature.

Can you tell us something...

Congratulations!

Thank you.

Are you tired or excited?

A bit. It will go away.

Would you mind letting me drive?

You're welcome.

You can fully trust me.
I even have a license.

Here I am, in a car

driven by a man seated next to me.

And that man is you.

Are you happy?

Yes, I am.

You're lying!

I think I should get upset.

Why haven't you got married?

Look who's asking!

It wasn't easy for me after we separated.

A wound like that doesn't heal quickly.

I did everything to get over it.

I've been working like hell.

- I even got married.
- I didn't know.

To somebody who wanted
to improve his record.

I once had a critical moment

and he left me.

It was about the only good thing
he ever did for me.

Then, my years of glory

and loneliness followed.

No man would ever think of offering

his protective arms to me.

I wouldn’t accept it.

People can't think I might have

my own weakness and fears,

that I am a woman

and that I just might need
a little protection sometimes.

Darling!

- Do you remember?
- Yes, I do.

Any nostalgia left?

Just the nostalgia of adolescence.

Step out, Caius.
Don’t be afraid!

The twin ravens of your family

have stopped staring at us
from the top of the gate.

Don’t laugh, Irina!

My family has given this country
two great scholars and a poet,

and it almost gave me.

- And a champion for progress.
- I know.

Before the Revolution,
left-wing rich landlords

proved their eccentric
intellectual smartness.

But as soon as the ideas became reality,
they were suddenly less convincing.

You're an intellectual yourself,

you have no right to disbelieve
disinterested ideas.

My father was a worker.
I have no right to believe a bourgeois.

- Not even if that bourgeois is me?
- I believed you once and I paid for that.

Do you consider our parting
a result of class incompatibility?

You were ashamed with me
when I clattered my tea spoon against my cup.

You must admit it was class incompatibility.

I am the host today.

And the criteria of my world
are far more serious and strict.

- I know.
- But not inhuman.

- Are you looking for someone?
- I was looking for myself.

What is this building?

It's the old cultural center.
The new one is not ready yet.

- What was here before?
- A house.

Whose house? Do you know?

I don't know, we were kids back then.

They say it was a mansion.
I don’t know the owner’s name.

Have you ever heard
of a writer named Dumitru Bengescu?

Oh, bearded guy...
We learnt about him in school.

See, Caius?
History keeps what is essential.

Its memory is selective

and precise.

She does not forget
what she must not.

True enough.
Out of the two beards,

only that of my great grand-father
has stayed memorable.

The time of cherry harvest has passed
and I'm not at the age

when one wears them as earrings.

If we had aged together, we would have ignored
the marks of time.

A decade stands between us.

Particularly one certain day.

We weren't made for each other.

Everything that happened since
speaks for the contrary.

You cheated on me.

I've never cheated on you.

It was a simple escape
from a burning universe.

I still can't understand you,
nor forgive you.

Won't you stay for the dance?

No, I'm afraid we're in a hurry.
And we are too old.

It's the spark plug
and I don't have a spare one.

- Can I help you?
- Yes, I need a spark plug.

One second!

- Are you heading for the city?
- Yes.

Me too.

Dr. Ioana Damian.
My family lives here.

Engineer Irina Dinu.

My friend, Caius Bengescu,
is a poet.

- Did you say "Bengescu"?
- Yes.

It is the name of the one-time masters
over these places.

They are not related in any way
with my friend here.

So you’re Caius Bengescu.

Of course you don't remember me.

We last met when I was ten
and walking barefoot.

Do you remember my father, Ionita?

I often wondered what happened to you.

Do you smoke?

Don't look at me like that!
It’s over.

Caius has always been a militant poet.

How nice of him!

What do you do now?

Literature, poetry…

I adore prose writing.

- How are your folks?
- Only father is alive.

He lives with my brother.

The guy who used to pick the tennis balls.

If you come by again, come in the evening.

- Are you going to the city?
- Yes, for the annual dinner.

- Have fun!
- Have a safe trip!

You had a lot of troubles.

Perhaps everything is due to my folly.

Did you really believe
everything you said?

How do you think
I could be here with you now?

Forgive me!

Nothing can make up for
what I did to you back then.

Are you still suffering?

It's become a simple reflex.

The wounds have healed.

As long as they bled,
there was still some hope left.

All I have left are scars.

Caius, forgive me!

At this moment, I could look
at Cosma's wife like my equal.

Did you see the pity in her eyes
when looking at me?

I think she was nervous because of you.

Cosma was passionately in love with you.

I think she wondered
what her husband saw in me.

She must have thought
I was born rotten by acid.

She looked at you
with admiration and respect.

I look awful, don't I?

Today I noticed my wrinkles.

With a clever woman,
wrinkles are but circumvolutions.

Caius!
Want to go to a night club with me?

Let's drink and celebrate!

In this city,
where I have worked for ten years,

there has never yet been any scandal
connected with me.

Please, put me amongst ordinary beings.

Do you have some white yarn and a needle?

Of course.

I changed in a hurry and lost a button.

I didn't think
you'd have such old-fashioned utensils.

I, too, have my own museum.

And I even have a thimble,
which I don't know how to use.

May I?

I have never performed such an operation.

But you did.
You did so on one of my buttons.

"Yesterday followed me through all my life,
Convinced that it is linked to my life."

- "But at the crossroads by the statues…"
- "It turned round and realized it was not."

While I take a shower,
you may look at those magazines.

I have no alcohol. Do you want some chocolate?

No, thanks.

- May I smoke?
- As much as you want.

Caius, will you answer for me?

- What shall I say?
- That I'm taking a shower. To call back.

- Is this engineer Dinu's house?
- Yes, it is.

- Can I speak to her?
- Yes.

Can you call back in ten minutes?
Or she'll call back.

Who's speaking?

A few colleagues.

We wanted to congratulate her
for her distinction.

Excuse me for having bothered you.

Not at all.
She will be pleased to hear about it.

Who was it?

A few comrades.
My presence took them by surprise.

That’s for sure.

Shall I put this on?

- Haven't you got anything less sober?
- No, I don’t.

- Let's improvise, then.
- How?

What's wrong with this dress?

I had it made for the New Year's party,

but I put the suit on, all the same.

Do you think your authority
had anything to gain?

It surely had nothing to lose.

I bet nobody dared invite you for a dance.

Yes, they did.
The manager, the party secretary…

They felt obliged to do it.

That’s possible.
I never thought of it like that.

- I've grown old.
- Less old than anybody I know.

Hard years count as double.

And I fought against it.

As a teenager I hated society

that made me,
the mechanic's daughter,

feel humiliated
by that stupid prefect's daughter.

Do you remember her?

I remember clearly the moment we met.

On Christmas Eve we went carol singing.

We reached your house,

and I saw a beautiful Christmas tree
for the first time.

And I saw you.

There was so much light and the sound
of a music that I discovered later on.

Back then I thought it came from the walls
or from heaven.

You suddenly stood near me

and everything seemed different.

I wore my shabby coat and
believed I was a princess in disguise.

You loved me and that
placed me above everybody.

No fur coat will ever give me
that confidence.

As for the prefect's daughter…

You still haven't forgotten her?

How could I ever forget her?

I see her from time to time.
She works at the plant.

I put in a word for her for a job.

She's a convinced I made a career
just because of my humble origins

and she did not make one

because of her ancestors,

and not because she is an idiot.

I'm sorry. I had forgotten
your families wanted you to marry.

Don’t laugh!

After all, you left me for a bourgeois.

Irina…

You could remind me of what I did to you.

But you won’t do it.

What I did was far more serious,
although apparently it was justified.

Forget it, please.

Why ask me to forget,
if you haven't forgotten?

Tell me the truth,
being the one that never lies…

Tell me if you hate me!

No. I've always loved you.

You're a liar and I hate you!

These dances are awful.

They're the dances
of a healthy and sporting generation.

A generation devoid of the romanticism
of our youth.

She was the best teacher
in evening classes.

She didn’t use to frown back then.

- I’ll go and ask her for a dance.
- No way!

Hello!
May I invite comrade engineer for a dance?

Let's congratulate her for the distinction.

The boys wouldn't believe that
I'd have the courage to dance with you.

Right, I am a dangerous beast.

Do you remember me?

I attended evening classes.

I've grown, I shave now.

I do remember you.
You were a good student.

We were all in love with you.

That's why I stammered
whenever you asked me to speak.

It's a fault of adolescence that will pass.

The stammer too.

A double scotch!

I have been thinking about you all the time.

- What time?
- These last few hours.

- It’s nice of you. Alcohol?
- Scotch, please.

Is the lady your fiancée?

- No.
- That's perfect.

Do you want to marry me?

Ten generations of Bengescus
would turn in their graves.

I'm trying to place you in my memories.

You won't succeed.

I, on the other hand, remember you.

In the summer on '44

you came to the country
with a boy and a girl

with long golden plaits.

You all went for a walk in the fields…

The church bell was ringing of death.
It was the cherry harvest time.

You picked cherries

and hung them on to her ears.

It was obvious you loved her.

And the bell was ringing.

I sneaked after you

and then you were left alone with the girl.

I saw you kiss the girl.

That moment I felt
that I, too, was a woman.

I fell desperately in love with you.

And I hated her with all my heart.

Do you remember her?
I wonder what has become of her.

She probably had her plaits cut off.

I don't know if she still remembers that day.

I sure remember.

For years I hoped to meet you,
to tell you about this.

It would have been a pity
to die without hearing the story.

Perhaps we shall meet again.

I work at the University Clinic in Cluj.

I will remember it.

I'll teach you how to dance.

I owe you this,

for the Chemistry lessons.

Your hands, this way.

Now you must rock.

Relax, please!

See? It’s working.

Keep smiling while you dance.

I couldn't analyze
the logical meaning of each movement.

I came to keep you company.

Thank you.

Why don't you dance?

I have never danced. Sit down!

- Aren’t you going to offer me a cigarette?
- No.

- Why?
- You’ll ruin your voice.

I've never seen Irina dance.

How did you spend your time
when you were young?

Excuse me. When you were like us.

Young. You’ve said it right.

Didn't you use to enjoy yourselves?

Revolution
is like a woman with no smile.

We have always loved
the gravity of those years.

But we enjoy your laughter.

I’ll prepare to become a drama student.

I’d like to recite one of your poems.

A modern one, a more intimate one.

See? Everything is possible

if you really want it.

There's no point in dancing while frowning.

I dance and work while I sing.

One must be serious while they work,
but I’ll tell you about this some other time.

May I?

- I'm afraid I...
- It's very simple.

"Wounded, I returned
to the heart of my first love,"

"Only to find the embers cold."

"My friends and foes"

"Have likewise forgotten me."

"An Orpheus from an operetta."

I wanted something more modern,

something intimate.

So the lines
should flow simply and naturally.

I am sorry, young lady.

I am not capable of writing such poems.

My strings resound
prolonged and grave,

like the bell of a cathedral.

I cannot sing about
an ephemeral introspection.

I am sorry.
I would have very much liked it.

You should find a poet your age,

who will surely offer you the poem you need,

whose lines should flow simply and naturally.

You were right. These dances belong
to a healthy and sporting generation.

Let's congratulate our brilliant colleague!

I shouldn't have put this dress on.
I feel like I am wearing nothing at all.

Sorry. It was my idea.

- After all, we came here to discredit you.
- As you can see, I haven't succeeded.

Your shield was the long years
when you wore a grey dress

and the glasses
which you never really needed.

- It's time to go.
- Right.

- My train leaves in a hour.
- Are you leaving?

I shall wait for your verses

just like in the old days.

I shall remember that
somebody still waits for me.

I have been waiting all these years.

My whole life has been one long expectation.

Caius, I'll drive you to the next station,

You’ll catch your train there.

You still haven’t told me
what name you found for me.

Perhaps "The Mona Lisa without a Smile".

Is it the title of an article?

Perhaps.

There's no other way for me.

I’ll hand you over to a smiling generation.

I wish you found there
a Mona Lisa shaking with laughter.

Let's go on, there's so much we need to say.

You won't miss your train, I promise.

Caius, don't go!

We haven't said anything
of what was really important.

Where are you going? And why?

It is high time.
Our parting was brutal

and with no right for appeal.

Each era has its Romeo and Juliet formula.

You will forget everything.
I will make you happy.

You owe me that much.

I, too, owe you that.

I haven't smiled very much these last years.

After the encounter,
I shall never be able to smile.

Why did I have to meet you again?

For you to poison
the other half of my life too?

I had forgotten about you
and I was proud of myself.

For you to come to my life again

and force me to see myself
through the eyes I hated.

Who are you to have the right

to turn my life upside down?

You're a failure and
I don't care what you think of me.

Irina, listen to me:

Don't place the irretrievable between us.

This was done long ago.
I hate you. You are a failure!

I know that.

But I would have been happy

if you had not found that out.

That's why I didn't look for you.

I don't think we shall meet again.

I didn't want to have your photo published.

Just like a surgeon,

the writer never operates on his loved ones.

Caius…

- I didn't mean what I said.
- I know.

- I don't despise you. I love you.
- I know.

I will always love you and only you.

I know, Irina.

Caius, should you have critical moments,

I will do my best to help you.

Caius, say something!

Take a deep breath
and throw that cigarette away!

Why are you here?

Your pulse is normal.

Your parting was quite long
and it started to irritate me.

Why should it irritate you?

Guess why!

I am so many years older that you.

And some of these years
can count as double.

I’ll catch up with you.

I’ll slow down and wait for you.

I’ve searched for you for so long...
I knew I would find you eventually.

I've been expecting you.
I know you would come.

- I'd rather you spoke to me in prose.
- That's more difficult for me.

I’ll stay by you all my life,
now that I found you.

You'll brighten up my old age and then

you will rise again, on another beach

for another mortal.

- No
- Oh, yes.

I can't offer you
but the other half of my life.

The first half belongs to somebody else.

Welcome!

I've been expecting you.

They told me you're well again.

Your correspondence is on the desk.

Congratulations for your technological
procedure, which has given excellent results,

several invitations
to international conferences.

I took care of the formalities.

Here are today’s papers.

Oh, I quite forgot...
a package came for you.

- My ski suit. Do you like it?
- It's splendid.

- Do you ski?
- In a splendid manner.

A telegram for you.

Remind me to have my lenses changed!

"Greetings from Caius and I.
In winter, off to skiing together. Cosma."

Bad news?

No, quite the contrary.

I am glad.

Don’t go!
I haven't finished talking to you.

Please keep this.
I think it suits you better.

And now will you write down?

Tell the engineers from the second shift
to come here at 8 p.m.

I'll check my correspondence after that.

There's no need for you to stay.
I will take care of it myself.

It won't be an easy night.

None of them are easy.

Please take the suit away.

Thunders, just like in summer.

In vain…

This thunder cannot herald only
frost and cold.

Or a beautiful autumn.

Do you think so?

THE END

Corrections and resync
Bogdan Movileanu