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There are some who can drink and there are some

who can't and even shouIdn't drink.

I beIong to the ones who can drink.

WeII, yes. It means they can controI it.

It means, I controI it.

Sometimes she falls down, outside she's spread

Neither speaks nor is quiet - maybe she can't.

Her blood has reached

The blue-coloured sight

Once-a-year hybrid, a woman-of-a-bird.

Why are you Iaughing ?

It's ok. You know

I wouId coIour it here and there

and break it a bit, though.

I Iove you, but I didn't pIan that.

And what did you pIan?

I was going to check the praised skiIIs.

And then...?

Then I was going to fire you.

You are speaking my Ianguage.

No, you are speaking mine.

So, who is speaking?

Us.

They aren't here.

You shouId have made spare ones for me. You wouId have yours.

ApocaIypse.

No, after the apocaIypse there wouIdn't be anything to tidy up.

They're here! I couIdn't find them for I put them in their right pIace.

I Iove you no matter where you put the keys.

Was or wasn't the appIe which feII on Isaac Newton's head a trifIe?

A cosmic trifIe.

There are no other trifIes, onIy the cosmic ones.

You're thinking about trifIes aII the time.

Objects are attacking you.

That's good. WouId you say that?

Maybe.

- Do you remember about dinner? - Yes, I do.

Continuous thinking about trifIes distracts everyday inquiries,

and it distracts them in a ruinous way if one inquires with compIete sentences.

I, for instance, inquire with compIete sentences.

I cIing to Iife desperateIy thanks to thinking in compIete sentences.

- Is it a kind of Iiterary training? - No.

AIthough I think that for Iiterature

thinking in compIete sentences is of prime significance.

But the differences between you and your protagonists are very smaII.

They speak your Ianguage.

But the subtIeties between me and myseIf are smaII, too.

Maybe it's even the other way round.

Maybe it's the drunkard who is the narrator,

and Jerzy is Iooking for premortaI Iove in vain.

Every time I teII you I've stopped drinking,

I don't drink, or that I've sobered up for good

and regained my feeIing of time,

you can feeI free and not beIieve me.

Whether I speak sober or drunk,

I am, in my speaking, eIusive even for myseIf.

I'm eIusive in my drinking, too.

When I say I don't drink, for sure it is not true.

But when I say I drink, I may be Iying through my teeth.

I'm the prince of eIusiveness.

Horrified, I think about the moment when Iast paragraphs, sentences,

fragments of sentences wiII decay in my head

and about iIIegibIe manuscripts, spectres and phantoms that wiII be Ieft there. The end.

A heroic-comic choice between dementia and death isn't funny for me at aII.

A shocking story about addiction and attempts to break oneseIf of it

as weII as a story about Iove that changes everything, now in bookshops.

Such a success has to be ceIebrated.

Thank you.

So, how Iong have you know each other, Jerzy? Jurek?

It's Jerzy. AImost a month.

AImost a month and you aIready want to get married?

Yes.

I'm moving out from the dorm.

Let's drink, the gIass is soaking up.

- You are oIder than her. - Mum!

Yes, I am oIder.

This is to Jerzy. A successfuI writer.

I don't drink. I'm an aIcohoIic.

So, how did you two meet?

At the cash dispenser.

Are you ok?

TeII them.

I was Iying there, sIoshed,

someone took a photo of me,

the fIesh bIinded me and I saw an angeI.

It's absoIuteIy out of the question because I aImost don't drink at aII.

Sometimes, at speciaI occasions - a toast,

a bottIe... a gIass of beer for dinner.

HeIp!

Do you want to drink yourseIf to death?

I don't confirm it. I don't deny it.

I don't want to drink myseIf to death. Not now, anyway.

To teII you the truth,

I wouId Iike to drink myseIf to death after a Iong and happy Iife.

If somebody drinks as much as you do,

they don't Iive a Iong and happy Iife.

And can anyone Iive a Iong and happy Iife without drinking?

Can you hear me? What the fuck are you doing anyway?

Why didn't you come here?Yeah.

And where the fuck were you on Sunday? What do you think, I...?!

You have to drain the water from the aquarium to the bucket

and then cIean the sponge here in order not to kiII the nitrifying bacteria.

These are our fish.

Ok.

...stop drinking for another person

for there may be crisis of Iove and what then?

You have to do it for yourseIf because, fuck, you have to have it in yourseIf.

You have to find motivation.

It's ok, both of you are drinking and then disappointment comes because

fuck, you took the vows and it was supposed to be good...

Fucking thank you.

Fuck, you have to do it for yourseIf

for there are fucking different phases of Iove.

That's true.

I'm a merited cIassic,

and those who are here for the first time aren't debutants either.

They are proficient authors.

The reaI debutants, those who, right now, are opening their first bottIe

haven't the sIightest idea that, one day, they may become cIassics,too.

WaIdek. An aIcohoIic.

I'm a truck driver.

"D' you sleep well at night,

Are you afraid of death

Has the turner been killed..."

I worked for a company sending trucks fuII of fruits to the East.

It was a profitabIe job.

Listen, guys, I had the same.

- Fuck, when was it made? - In seventy-seven.

CIever guy, isn't he?

I've got it. Another shot?

I had to drink vodka with Ioaders, warehousemen...

And! One, two and...

...and fruit buyers.

My boss added the money that I spent on booze

needed to pave my ways to cIients to my saIary.

"Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you..."

We'II taIk at home.

He was a good man aIthough he didn't drink at aII,

therefore I'm reaIIy sorry for...

...what I did.

...what I did.

I came to the storehouse totaIIy drunk,

I wanted to see the boss and to thank him for being such a great man...

Sorry!

And what did the boss do?

- He brought me here. - What's the concIusion of the story?

That I'm powerIess over aIcohoI,

that aIcohoI drives my Iife,

that this is the end with drinking...

- Who's next? - Maybe me.

I'm Borys. I'm an aIcohoIic.

The situation took pIace abroad, at a banquet after the festivaI.

My fiIm was awarded and it was a good reason to have a drink.

I was the star of the evening and I had to drink with everybody.

- Where is toiIet? - To the right.

- CongratuIations! - Thank you.

It was fantastic!

I don't remeber when, for the first time...

SmiIe..!

... I feIt Iike taking a piss.

Fuck, next time have to switch the fucking baII pen on.

- Let's dance. - Of course.

Fuck, I need to take a piss.

John SiIvergoId wouId Iike to see you very much.

- That's means right now, now. - Are you serious?

I am deadIy serious.

SiIvergoId is one of the most powerfuI producers in HoIIywood.

If I wanted to see him, I wouId have to wait for the appointment

for a year without any guarantee that it wouId happen.

There is terror in your fiIm which graduaIIy transforms into horror

and this horror shifts into even greater terror,

in order to reach, in the finaI scene, the dimension of absurd...

Awesome!

...the screen is emanating with such freezing temperatures

that even the prosecutor cannot function without aIcohoI.

The character is stunningIy pIayed by... erm...what's his name...

UnbeIievabIe.

CaIcuIate how much you spent daiIy on aIcohoI.

MuItipIy it by 365 days in a year.

The resuIt muItipIy by aII your drunk years.

Add money spent on taxis, rounds you bought, courts, divorces, and aIimony.

Add aII costs of drunken pranks, drunk-tanks, penaIties, fines and court cases.

Add money spent on damages, treatments, detoxes, and drying-outs.

Add aII the things you Iost or gave away...

The director 1.3 in his breath.

- What's up? - Drunk.

Fuck it. What are the procedures now?

You're fucking out, go and pack yourseIf.

CaII Katarzyna.

- What's going on? - WeII... sIoshed.

- Let's go. - Fuck it!

- You owe me 100 zIoties. - He who sits at the end, Iaughs at the end.

Get up scums.

A dirk.

It was too easy. Dirks are aIso worn by officers of the navy.

He asked once a deviI or a Pińczuk.

What?

He asked once a deviI or a Pińczuk.

Therefore be at peace with God, whatever you conceive Him to be,

and whatever your Iabours and aspirations,

in the noisy confusion of Iife keep peace with your souI.

With aII its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams,

it is stiII a beautifuI worId.

Be cheerfuI.

Strive to be happy.

Drinking away aII the washing machines of the worId

inevitabIy Ieads to negIigence of temporaIity.

In writing, negIigence of temporaIity Ieads to graphomania.

I was robbed and it started.

What started?

Drinking started.

One started drinking.

One drank?! Edek, who drank? One drank, he drank?

One wouId totaIIy sIosh himseIf. One couIdn't come to grips with this deviI.

For exampIe, with the neighbour. How much I drank.

One drank with the neighbour on and on.

Start from the beginning once again, but instead of "one" say "I".

Instead of "deviI" - "aIcohoI". Instead of "on and on" - "every day".

The work in the steeIworks used to start at 6 a.m.

I woke up in the darkness and reaIised I'd be Iate if I didn't get up.

I had a beer in the off-Iicence on my way to the bus stop.

I was a bit surprised that the shop was open. Then they opened at 7.00 a.m.

I asked one feIIow about the time, and he toId me it was 6 o'cIock.

But 6:00 in the morning or 6:00 in the evening?

6.00 at noon.

"6 at noon" he said.

My name is Joanna and I'm an aIcohoIic.

I haven't come here because I'm bad,

but because I'm iII and I need to be treated.

The night I want to taIk about,

a stranger... some strangers appeared, but vodka is vodka.

The time was passing by very quickIy and there was even a game...

It's not important.

The train to Odessa - 60 roubIes.

In IstanbuI we seII crystaI gIass and buy jeans,

and in Syria - two and a haIf doIIars for a RoIex.

Fuck.

- Who's he? - I don't know.

The eIbow next to the bone and a hoIe in the gIass roof.

Just Iike in a cartoon. And this is what happened.

He feII out of the window.

We were having fun, so nobody noticed anything.

He managed to fix himseIf up and, despite aII the fractures,

came back to the party by himseIf...

In IstanbuI...

In IstanbuI...

In IstanbuI...

...that was the power booze gave us then.

...we seII crystaI gIasses... and buy jeans...

He sobered up in the morning... and then he feIt pain.

...and in Syria... in Syria two and a haIf doIIars for a RoIex.

The mouth must contradict the drink that has just went down the throat.

The worId must contradict addiction.

Come in.

How are things?

As usuaI.

- And how are things at home? - As usuaI, too.

My name is EIżbieta and I'm an aIcohoIic.

I was shy as a chiId.

My father used to motivate me to study.

"Ę"?! I'm asking: is this how you write "ę"?!

Is this how you write "ę", you moron?

BeautifuI. See what you've done?

My future husband studied pharmacy with me.

He did everything to be cIose to me.

Where do you commute from?

During the second or the third cIasses

he said he got to Iove my narcotic reticence.

And the Iiqueur...

mint-fIavoured,

which he prepared on the chemist's spirits based on the oId recipe,

was a speciaIity which won over my father's favour.

Come, have a taste!

The coIour sucks.

The first gIass in my Iife.

My shyness vanished, the fear of nobody knows what disappeared.

I said "yes".

Before we made Iove for the first time, during the night duty,

I had a gIass of Iiqueur, too.

Later, every time we had sex I had a gIass of Iiqueur before.

After a year I had a gIass of Iiqueur aIso when we didn't make Iove.

After two years I drank a gIass of Iiqueur any time I couId.

After three years, my husband stopped making Iiqueur,

but I didn't care anymore, because at that time,

I aIready preferred to drink spirits.

WhiIe drinking this chemist's spirits I gave birth to his four daughters.

ProbabIy, aII of them got married quite weII.

There's nobody in the front, guys!

What the fuck are you doing!?

What's going on here?!

Check the time!

- It's quiet hours! - Right. To your rooms!

Mietek!

But it went on for it went in and then out. Lato

Seventy-third minute. Domarski.

Domarski stroke it, but the goaI was scored by Lato.

- True, Domarski stroke it... - Jerzy...

- Lato's assist and Domarski strikes. - Jerzy, you have a guest.

Do you remember me?

I saw you at the cash dispenser.

You were wearing a yeIIow dress.

I have been cut off from the worId for fifty-eight days.

I haven't had any Iife probIems.

"I'll take my own life today...

Eight...

Let's have a drink..."

Quiet hours in ten minutes.

What, you're so big and can't bIow properIy?

- TypicaI pre-Ieaving stress. - Anybody asked you?

Once again.

You wiII Ieave this pIace in a few days pumped up with vitamins,

soothing substances and magnesium deficiency IeveIIed off.

You wiII Ieave this pIace on your own

because we have given you a new Iease of Iive,

I don't even know which time in a row.

And where, the fuck, wiII you direct your unerring steps?

Do I have to ask you about that?

No. This time it wiII be different.

Mickiewicz's Lithuanian.

- Good bye. - Good bye.

Bye.

...and moved from the Iake

to the river for the fish didn't take the hook there.

They threw away the equipment and feII asIeep.

They woke up at around 4 a.m. and it occurred that a car drove down the river.

Fuck.

When drunk, they mixed directions and threw the fishing rods on the road.

48 zIotys, pIease.

Having fortified myseIf heaviIy, reaIIy heaviIy,

I began storing aII my beIongings on the roof of the shed

which I couId reach with my hand,

first my briefcase

then one bottIe after another.

Jurek, one zIoty, pIease...

One Iitre of Premium, a herbaI vodka and four beers.

To the touch, the auricle of my ear felt fresh, rough, cool, and juicy as a leaf.

Doctor Swobodziczka.

Doctor Swobodziczka drank horribly and insanely.

In my hometown one can still hear stories about plagues he held back,

horrible diseases he chased away, faultless diagnoses he made.

He could clearly hear the rat's face of the disease hidden in the maze.

Next one.

His hands would shake when he was filling in the prescriptions but

he would prescribe only...

Quiet!

...what was necessary.

HospitaI.

The fire of the addiction was burning down

everything apart from his skills.

I used to be ill with everything.

Breathe.

I was continuously breathing in the smell of medicine and alcohol.

Don't breathe.

Breathe.

Get dressed.

- Cough again. - He doesn't have a cough.

He doesn't, but I do. I don't have the foggiest idea why.

He wiII have a cough in two days.

The cough wiII come in two days, and in seven it wiII be gone.

- Juruś, how oId are you? - He's nine.

Nine. So it's high time you made your choices, some typing.

TeII me, which ones do you prefer?

The Protestants or the CathoIics?

The CathoIics.

- Get under the duvet. - It's a good choice.

One more?

Shit. I haven't taken my waIIet and... I Iive nearby, so...

Good bye.

...and they drank 0,7 of vodka and moved from the Iake...

There is no philosophy of drinking, there is only the technique of drinking.

Generally, the sense of human existence

is reduced to strenuous efforts to lift one's spirits.

Ideology, for example, may serve this purpose, the same with

reIigion, technicaI progress and materiaI goods.

Drinking may serve this purpose, too,

and more preciseIy - the technique of drinking that is skiIfuIIy manipuIated.

In other words, it is about Iifting one's bad mood up

with proper technique of drinking.

And what if one's mood is so bad that no technique of drinking heIps?

Or the technique of drinking becomes chaotic

and worsens one's mood instead of Iifting it up?

I don't have such probIems.

Happy birthday to you...

KoIumb is dying.

How are you feeIing?

Perfect. A moment of weakness. I'm ok.

And how do you think? Where is this weakness from?

What wouId you connect it with?

I have no idea. Maybe overwork?

Exhaustion?I've recentIy had so much work.

And don't you think that your condition might be connected with,

Iet's say, the fact that you abuse aIcohoI?

AbsoIuteIy not. It's out of the question.

I aImost don't drink at aII.

Sometimes, at speciaI occasions, a toast, a gIass of good wine for dinner.

I see.

Staying in the hospitaI and your bad disposition aren't,

in any way, connected with aIcohoI.

AIthough, indeed I can remember

that during Iast ceIebration I had one gIass too much.

One gIass too much!

He admitted to it! One gIass too much!

The discovery of America! Christopher CoIumbus!

And if I did it?

If I poured aII the aIcohoI bought in the aII-night shop down the sink?

What resuIts wouId I achieve?

You wouId have to take off this warm and comfortabIe tracksuit...

The tracksuit was puked, pissed and shitted aII over.

It doesn't matter.

You'd have to get dressed and put on your shoes again.

And go to the shop or take a taxi to get there.

...those...bought... with my own...

And it wouId be even worse.

Because of the fury at myseIf and surrounding hypocrisy...

I brought you some chicken.

- What? - My mom makes great chicken.

...I wouId buy twice as much booze.

One Iitre of Premium and a herbaI vodka...

You wouId take a Iift and go to the tenth fIoor...

There are onIy four.

PIaying a game of muItipIying possibIe yet totaIIy

contradictory events takes eternity.

That's why one has to face the truth,

and pouring vodka down the sink is not the truth...

...drinking is the truth.

...drinking is the truth.

My heavenIy father and my drunken father and the drunken father of my drunken father

and aII my drunken great-grandfathers as weII as aII unreIated to me fataIists

who have seen and who know where the Mighty AngeI consteIIation Iies,

everybody who was born and died in its navy-goIden gIow, be haiIed.

Shit...

WeII...

Right...

OK. The amount you offered pIus 20 zIotys.

And one more thing. Money today, the horse tomorrow.

I trust you.

Your honour is weII-known around here.

Easy.

See you tomorrow.

Tomorrow in the morning.

My grandfather, old Kubica, drinks and doesn't know what to do.

He chases away thoughts about debts and his pawned farm.

He wards off thoughts about the horse he's sold

and the Galician buyer he will have to kill in the morning.

My name is Jerzy and I'm an aIcohoIic.

I've squandered away a whoIe Iot of money in my Iife.

I've spent a fortune on booze.

What?

What?

I've never squandered away money saved up for fixing the washing machine...

I'm making this confession not with proud in my heart but with abasement.

The fact that I've never squandered away money saved up

for fixing the washing machine is because...

I've never aIIocated any money for fixing the washing machine.

There is no powerIessness in your story.

You're supposed to taIk about yourseIf, not about washing machines.

About how aIcohoI disturbed you in your Iife.

You think you controI everything and everybody together with drinking.

If you are so smart, get out of the ward.

We're wasting our time.

Jerzy, you're incurabIe.

Nobody is...

especiaIIy the heaIthy ones.

I appreciate your sense of humour and inteIIigence,

but you Jerzy, you don't bode weII.

You have no wiII to improve.

Wait. Did you hear that?

Get her, fuck, out of here!

Piss off!

What the fuck! What's happened!? What's going on!?

- Fuck happened! - Quiet!

- What's the probIem? - Fucking copy's the probIem!

- She fucking stoIe my profiIe! - Fucking stoIe?I'II fucking kiII you...

It happened on 21 December, 1985.

I woke up in the middIe of the night.

I had a terribIe hangover. I was sweating and trembIing aII over.

I didn't have a penny.

I knew my husband, who was sIeeping in another room,

had money.

I found 50 zIotys.

I feIt much better.

But, unexpectedIy, I came up with the idea

that I might want some more stock for the rest of the night.

What do you want?

This characteristic courage woke up in me, and with no precautions,

or even with certain bravado, switching on the Iight in the haII,

I boIdIy entered the fIat and took a bottIe of raspberry juice from the cupboard.

I took it under consideration that I might be soundIy asIeep and I wanted my husband,

in case he woke up earIier in the morning and found a bottIe next to my bed,

to think it was sheer juice.

In the mor...

in the morning my husband noticed neither the bottIe

nor the fact that I had to go out to the aII-night shop,

- but he... fucking...noticed... - CaIm down.

...that he didn't have 50 zIotys,

which he started to, Ioudy, compIain about.

How much did she take from you?

50 zIotys.

CIean it.

I got dressed, packed and this is how my rambIe around the country started,

a rambIe which was

a fucking gigantic drunken binge.

I'm very sorry I was robbed of my Iife and that,

- fuck, I'm going to hear my story... - CaIm down or I'II throw you out!

...from this bitch and I don't know if I'm going to take it.

- I was fucking robbed and... - CaIm down!

...when I hear someone reading about my Iife, I get fucking mad!

I'II throw you out! Read it.

It happened in mid-November 1997.

I woke up at 3 o'cIock in the morning and I was in a horribIe state.

The hangover was terribIe because I had been drinking aII day before.

I had absoIuteIy no money.

I was Iiving with my sister and her husband

and I had a feeIing that my brother-in-Iaw had money,

for he aIways had money because he didn't drink at aII.

I didn't know what bank-note I took

and I was afraid its vaIue wouId be too Iow,

but when it occurred that I was Iucky and took 100 zIotys,

I was very happy at the beginning because I had more than I needed,

but then I was afraid because it was possibIe that my brother-in-Iaw

wouId notice the absence of such an amount.

My quandaries vanished soon.

A champagne.

Two quarters and a coke. HaIf a Iitre.

I was aiming at having exactIy haIf of the bottIe fuII

and I did it.

In the morning, it occurred that my brother-in-Iaw didn't notice

the Iack of the 100 zIoty bank-note

but my sister started a fight for no reason.

Jesus!

Fuck!

Get the fuck out of here!

- Get out of here! - What?!

Without saying a word, I got packed and Ieft...

Enough! Fucking enough! Get the fuck out of here!

...this unfriendIy home.

Get the fuck out of here!

I was caIm.

I had about 40 zIotys Ieft and a quarter-Iitre at the bottom of my bag.

Shame on you!

I don't know where my rambIe Ied me to.

I don't know how Iong my drunken binge Iasted.

I don't even know how I ended up here.

Anyway, now I want to stop drinking very much.

Anybody wouId Iike to say something?

Copying other peopIe's works is eviI, however it is not uItimate eviI.

BuIIshit. In 1985 it was impossibIe to buy a bottIe of vodka for 50 zIotys.

Sure?So what the fuck did I buy it for?

HaIf a Iitre cost 103 zIotys. Waryński needed 3 zIotys more to smiIe.

I'm sorry but in 1985 there were no aII-night shops.

AIcohoI couId be bought in a booze den.

I'd Iike to draw your attention to the nonsense of copying each other's works.

WeII, the dispute is settIed in favour of Joanna.

The session is finished, and I want to see you in my office in an hour.

What is this?

Everybody has to write about how it was when they were stiII drinking.

A method to stop drinking.

First you write and then you read.

A diary of emotions.

Everybody can fucking speak, but there is nobody to write it down.

And you're a writer, ain't you?

One of the points of the therapy. Everybody has to do it.

The thing is, I don't remember Christmas caroIs

and additionaIIy I noticed that I defecated in my wardrobe a day before.

I'm not interested.

Take the whoIe pack.

Take the pen, too.

I write onIy with a baII pen because I get pissed off about bIots.

Does it have to be about taking a dump?

No, it doesn't.

So about puke, maybe?

I remember I threw up with pepper vodka during Gierek's times,

with ration-card vodka during SoIidarity, during martiaI Iaw with moonshine,

and in Wałęsa and Kwaśniewski's times with herbaI vodka.

I wanted it to be poIiticaI.

My drinking was an attempt to escape reaIity,

mostIy hopeIessness...hopeIessness of everyday Iife.

To escape Iack of freedom and first of aII pessimism.

The worse it was during the period

of the PeopIe's RepubIic of PoIand, the more one drank.

We can argue whether such mass consumption of aIcohoI

constituted a way of deIiberateIy inducing the society to drink

or maybe a cuIturaI eIement of our Sa... Sarmatian customs.

The fact is that one couId do nothing without a bottIe of vodka.

I didn't come here because I am...

In my days one studied not to Iearn anything but to avoid the army.

One wouIdn't attend any cIasses at aII.

I was the secretary of their minds.

I shaped their Ianguages so that they wouId acquire

this necessary thus authentic roughness of styIe.

If those modes of expression mattered for anyone

and if they infIuenced anyone...

...I was this person. It wasn't them, it was me.

What story?

I've kiIIed a man.

WaIdek! WaIdek!

But did he reaIIy kiIIed him with a teIephone or you invented it?

I don't know. I don't remember. One shot.

What for?We've agreed.

100g of methyIated spirits, BaIsam of Canaan.

Having fortified myseIf heaviIy,

reaIIy heaviIy...

Let's taIk about worId drunken Iiterature. Nabokov.

Damn dark inquisitiveness and finessed use of ice-coId form

ideaIIy predestined him to write a fictionaI study of addiction.

UnfortunateIy, rumours about the writer's aIcohoIism proved to be faIse.

And Erofeev?

The prominent shock worker AIexey Stakhanov, wouId go to the toiIet

for number one twice a day and for number two once in two days.

And when he was drunk...

..he would go for number one four times a day and not even once for number two.

To the touch, the auricle of my ear felt fresh, rough, cool, and juicy as a leaf.

CaIcuIate how many times per year the prominent shock worker AIeksei Stakhanov

wouId go to the toiIet for number one and how many times for number two,

considering that he was drunk three hundred and tweIve days a year.

So, how many?

How do you speII "vanished"?

My shyness vanished...

- ShaII we have a word? - Later.

Get the fuck out of here.

AIeksei Stakhanov.

When he was drunk he wouId go four times a day for number one,

and not even once for number two.

CaIcuIate how many times he wouId go for number one and how many for number two.

I don't know.

WiII you marry me?

Do we know each other that weII?

Better than that.

If you drink when you're awake and when you're asIeep,

you probabIy don't know what it is Iike to be awake.

Having fortified myseIf heaviIy, reaIIy heaviIy,

I began storing aII my beIongings on the roof of the shed...

AImost everybody feeIs Iike it, but they don't know it.

300 g of "Sadko" shampoo, 70 g of dandruff

treatment, 20g of athIete's foot remedy.

If you drink when you're awake and when you're asIeep...

So, I spent aII night...

Every night I drank haIf a Iiter of whiskey and tweIve beers.

TiII dawn I was smoking cheap cigars, pounding on the typewriter,

drinking, and Iistening to the cIassicaI music on the radio.

My goaI was ten...

Oh, it's open. Can you hear me? The door is open.

The train was Iate, you might have come for me.

Jerzy! Jerzy! Can you hear me?

Where's your phone?

Is anybody here?Your neighbour reported you fIooded her.

I've entered because the door is open.

O shit! Come on, mate!

DeIirium!

Take it away! Take it away!

Take it away! Take it away!

Just a sec. Just a sec. CaIm down. There, there...

There's no... There's no...There's no...

Everything's fine. Don't be afraid. There. There.

AIeksei Stakhanov.

When he was drunk he wouId go four times a day for number one,

and not even once for number two.

CaIcuIate how many times...

WeII?

OK. Wait, wait... I must say something.

Yes, but...

Wait, wait... I must say something. Fuck, wait!

- Listen to me! - I'm Iistening.

And I need... I aIso need attention. I need you to teII me...

Jurek, you have Ieft the keys in the door again.

Excuse me, I'm in. You've ordered aIcohoI.

Oh, fuck...

And you can see fIocks of white-winged washing machines

gIiding over watery heaven Iike squadrons of papaI heIicopters.

You understand you were given more than others...

This time it'II be different.

No, doctor. This time it'II be different.

Get the fuck out of here.

Everybody get the fuck out of here!

Are there any moments when you don't drink?

No. I think I don't drink when...

200 g of ZhiguIi beer...

If I had been sober then, I wouIdn't have seen you at the cash dispenser.

I wouIdn't have thought you were beautifuI and wise.

It wouIdn't have crossed my mind

that you are the greatest Iove of my Iife.

...that you are the greatest Iove of my Iife.

Such fiery passions that wind up at the aIco ward aren't worth a shit.

If I had met you twenty years ago, I wouIdn't drink at aII.

Twenty years ago I was, something Iike, seven.

- I drink because I'm shy. - I drink because I'm afraid.

I drink, because it's warm, I drink because it's coId.

I drink because I'm sad. I drink when I'm happy.

I have been drinking since the PoIe became the Pope.

I drink because I Iike it.

When PoIand was winning and I was drinking when PoIand was Iosing.

To soothe my nerves. When I Iisten to Mozart.

I drink when I read Leibnitz.

Because of sexuaI ecstasy and because of sexuaI hunger.

I'm too ordinary, I need some frenzy.

I drink because everybody drinks.

When we were winning and when we were beaten.

Because my fiancé drinks.

Because I'm pissed off... my boss pisses me off.

I drink because of nostaIgia. And because of excessive fuIfiIment.

She fucking even made those chickens for him.

I drink whiIe I'm drinking the first gIass

and I drink whiIe I'm drinking the Iast one,

and then I drink even more for I've never drunk the Iast gIass.

I'm kindIy asking when she'II be back.

And when did she Ieave?

Can I Ieave a... HeIIo.

HeIIo!

Do you drink during the intervaIs in writing or do you write

during the intervaIs in drinking?

Did you forbid her to come here?

It'II fucking burn down.

CIoser.

My eagIes.

You know what I wish you.

Stop drinking.

Soup is the most important.

Three kinds of soup were served in my home:

borsch with ravioIi, mushroom soup and fish soup.

God is born and night is shaken...

What, don't you have sugar for your husband at home?

You're turning our home into an inn.

- Swine. - Fuck it.

God is born and night is shaken,

He, the Heaven's King, lies naked.

The living World knows brightness darkened

He, the Limitless, takes limits.

Born disdained yet worship given,

Mortal yet the Lord Eternal,

Now indeed the Word made flesh,

Has come on Earth to dwell among us.

Born disdained yet worship given,

Mortal yet the Lord Eternal,

...and he asks me whether it is 6 in the morning or in the afternoon.

And I teII him it's 6 at noon.

Born disdained yet worship given,

Mortal yet the Lord Eternal,...

Now indeed the Word made flesh,

Has come on Earth to dwell among us.

I aIso start from doing the washing.

It means from Ietting in some air and doing the washing.

And then you have to do the vacuuming.

And change the curtains.

Get rid of the bottIes.

Tidy up aII the nooks and Iook for any remaining traces of abasement.

Fuck, what a mess. Has your mother seen it?

Everybody has the right to a IittIe ceIebration after hard work.

Thirsty, we cover it, drink it and Iose consciousness...

...which we regain where? If you remember?

Here, at the aIco ward.

And have they eaten a Black man here...

And are you afraid of death

Fuck, open the door.

Open the door. I want to teII you one thing.

There is no other trifIe but the cosmic one.

What the fuck are you Iooking at?

Fuck. Fucking scum.

Hi.

Do you check it with a computer? Fuck it.

- What are the procedures now? - ShoeIaces.

Humankind shouIdn't feeI threatened in its principIes.

I know you.

You Iive in the back of the off-Iicence shop.

Yes. It's me.

I'm the measure of your decIine.

I grieve at my fate, too.

Don't force yourself to drink.

Force yourself to non-force.

The effort is far less than you think.

- The thing is... - Are you coming in?

- Hi. - Hi.

How are you?

As usuaI. Have you got a cigarette?

- How are you? - As usuaI, too.

Thanks. See you.

- HeIIo. May I? - Sure.

Thank you.

- 32zIotys. - I don't have it.

Can you give me a cigarette?

Why did he escape if one can Ieave this pIace?

- I don't know. - Bring me his documents.

- Excuse me. - Wait.

I came up with the idea not to drink.

ReaIIy?How Iong?A month?A year?

I came up with the idea not to drink at aII.

I don't have to teII you where you'II wind up

because you are aIready there.

We had it in our store. Your coat is in the cIoakroom.

Thank you.

My name is Jerzy. I'm an aIcohoIic.

I'm powerIess over vodka.

I've Iost controI over my Iife.

God, give me cheerfuIness,

to be abIe to accept what I cannot change,

courage to change what I can change

and wisdom to know one from another.

You have to find out when and where your naturaI instincts got warped.

You have to reaIise the disasters it caused not onIy to you,

but aIso to your cIosest ones.

NevertheIess, even the most conscientious, honest evaIuation of yourseIves

wiII not be enough if you do it in soIitude.

In order to Iearn anything about yourseIves,

in order to heIp yourseIves you have to come out.

You have to want to accept heIp from outside.

How? By an honest conversation with everybody here.

What's there for me? I don't fucking know.

I thought that if I succeeded,

she might Ieave the keys wherever she wouId Iike to.

Jurek!

I'm a bit worried, but you know.

You'II do it neither now nor tomorrow, but in a year or two.

Jurek, and if something speciaI happened?

Like what?

Say, she won't come back to you.

Who are you taIking to?

You'II start drinking then.

WeII, Jerzy?

You are Ieaving this pIace again.

You wiII Ieave this pIace on your own

because we have given you a new Iease of Iive,

I don't even know which time in a row. Do you remember which time?

Jerzy, I have a question for you.

When you Ieave this pIace...

This time it wiII be different.

This time it wiII be different.

Take care.

She hasn't come to pick you up, has she?

What about Cracovia?

They're pIaying today.

- Who with? - I don't know. Legia?

Which pIace are they on?

Where are we going to?

Good question.