분야
hwp [ Wind Blowing ]
[ Orchestra ]
[ Whistling ]
[ Whistling Stops ]
[ Song Ends ]
The Lord is
My shepherd
[ Orchestra Intro Note ]
I shall not want
He maketh me to lie down
In green pastures
He leadeth me
Beside the still--
[ Singer Yelps ]
Still waters
He restoreth my soul
Thy rod
And Thy staff
Pig! Grow up, cant you?
Coffee, anyone?
- Franta?
- No, Im in a hurry.
Another job?
You must be rolling in it.
Can you lend me
a hundred til Monday?
- Youll get it back.
- I know. Or else I wouldnt lend it.
[ Bell Dings ]
[ Organ Playing Softly ]
Finally!
Now, this car is ideal.
- So practical.
- Get a Trabant, at least.
How much is a Trabant?
- New or used?
- Used.
- Youd need a hatchback.
Twenty, twenty-five thousand.
- [ Whistles ]
Hold on, hold on.
[ Horn Honks ]
Im going, idiot!
They sure looked better
from behind.
I didnt look back.
So for me, theyll be beautiful forever.
[ Laughter]
Bills, bills!
Greedy vultures,
the lot of you.
Hi, Helenka?
This is Louka.
I suddenly
felt so lonely,
so guess who
I thought of?
Thats right, you.
Helenka,
you wouldnt be scared
of a night in my tower?
To the theater?
Of course Im not mad.
How could I be?
No, get going then. Bye.
[ Dialing ]
Zuzi?
Its me, Louka.
Zuzi, I suddenly
felt so lonely,
so guess who I thought of?.
You, of course.
Oh, hes home?
Okay. Yeah. Bye.
Socialism:
Our Unwavering Security
[ Radio Announcer ]
Czechoslovak socialism
is undergoing cosmetic democratization.
Economically insufficient,
it has no regard for human dignity.
The system is nearing collapse.
Trabant, needs much work.
Twenty thousand.
Crooks!
This is Radio Free Europe.
Good morning.
Good morning.
Id say that inscription
needs restoring.
Its the rain.
- I could do it for you.
- What do you mean?
- I restore headstones.
- How much would it be, altogether?
Well, its not that long.
[ Mumbling ]
Thirty-six letters.
That would be crowns.
Oh, my.
Why is it so expensive?
Because theres
real gold dust in there.
See how it glitters?
Its real gold.
Pity there are two Ts in his name.
You couldve saved five crowns.
Franta!
He maketh me to lie down
In green pastures
He leadeth me
Beside the still waters
[ Continues ]
[ Organ Continues ]
[ Sighing ] Do you know how long
Ive waited for this, Louka?
Two years.
Since Hajkovas funeral.
- Thats awful.
-Such a long time! [ Hiccups ]
No, its awful...
that we measure time
in funerals, like undertakers.
- You were never married, were you?
- No.
My late father always said...
if you want a musical career,
dont get married.
- Music means celibacy.
- [ Hiccups ]
- Do you have hiccups?
- Yes, always afterwards.
When its that good.
Always afterwards.
You know what?
Bite on your left pinky.
It puts pressure
on the hiccupping points.
- [ Hiccups ]
- Or try lifting your left leg...
at the same time
as your right arm...
so the blood drains out.
- They say that works too.
- [ Chuckles ]
First time I heard that one.
-[ Tapping ]
- Whats that noise?
Its the pigeons.
Sharpening their beaks
on the window sill.
- [ Sighs ]
- [ Hiccups ]
Wait, I think I got it backwards.
The other way.
Lift up your leg.
- Thats my right leg.
- Okay, right leg and left arm.
[ Laughing ] Why did they toss you
out of the Philharmonic...
[ Clears Throat ]
when you play so well?
- I dont feel like talking about it.
- Then dont.
You know what?
It works.
- I told you it would.
-[ Tapping ]
Why are they sharpening
their beaks?
Why?
Now, that one I can explain.
To make them sharp.
Youre such a jerk !
[ Laughs, Hiccups ]
[ Car Approaching ]
- Hail, comrade!
-And God bless you too.
Ive loads of orders for you.
Three in gold,
two in silver.
Here you are.
Its all written down.
Those are the grave numbers.
Mr. Broz, a gravedigger like you
brings joy to the whole cemetery.
Youre doing it so well.
Im trying
not to smudge it.
Im telling you!
Dont do it!
