"starring" "production design costumes" "makeup editing" "sound" "music cameras" "production senior producer" "producer" "Screenwriter and director" "What name will you give her?" "Papusha (Doll)" "That is not a good name." "I would call her Terna." "I want Papusha." " I'll get Urma, the Austrian woman, to cut the cord." " May you walk on the ground easily, light as a feather." "Walk easily." "Light as a feather" "Walk on the ground easily, light as a feather." "Something is not right." " What?" " I said it's a bad name." "You'll see, she won't like it." "She will grow up to be a great lady or a great shame." "PAPUSZA" "Mr. Chief," "What should I say to the Inspector, that she is imprisoned two months already, for stealing a chicken?" " But it's a recidivism." " We need to fix this." "The Inspector is waiting." "Wais Bronislawa." "Please open the door." " Ms. Bronislawa, I beg you." " But this is a mistake." " Everyone is waiting." "It's only for a while." " I didn't write any poems." " Ms. Bronislawa." "Papusza." "I have a costume for you, you'll wear it, show yourself and that's all." "Please." "Change damn it, or I'll hit you!" "Roma are riding on mass." "Whistling by the wheels, riding." "Whinnying horses and tied dogs, barking under caravans." "The wind is carrying the sound." "People are locking their houses, chasing us away." "Our children ask for bread..." ""May the Lord stop the rains, my tent is tattered and torn."" "Come, Tatrzanek, come." " Kids, wait." " Stop crying, what are you afraid of?" "Come quickly." "Come, uncle has returned." " Slowly, carefully." "Slowly." " Be healthy and happy." " Welcome" "Well tuned." "You did a good job lieutenant." "And who's that?" " He came from Warsaw, got an arrest warrant issued, for a murder in the state security." "Needs his ass saved." "You could take him, for a month or two." " We Gypsy don't play politics." " Found an excuse." "Fix your harps yourself then." " Lieutenant, you want too much for these repairs." "Thank you for everything." " Why are you so scared?" "They won't eat you." "Push." "Don't embarrass me!" "Look, do it like this." "Carefully." "Rest it on your arm..." "And hold it firmly." "Can you do it like this?" "Like this?" "Try it then." "Try it." "Look, once more." "I washed my head, I'm all clean." "Look, maybe something is here." "Only rubbish." "And what is this?" " Wait." "Here, something fell out." " What is it?" "You can read, tell me." " Jerzy Ficowski." " And what else?" "The Polish Writer's Union." "An ID." " He's a cop, I knew it from the beginning." " What else?" " Cop, Snitch!" "He'll sell us all out!" "Who knows who he is?" "He'll cast a spell on our children and horses." "We will be lost!" " He's an evil man." " Don't eat it!" "He'll notice." "Put it back." "And you, don't act so wise, just because you can read!" " And good." "Here." "To your health!" " Jurek." "Do you know why Hitler hated, murder us, Gypsies so much?" " Who didn't he murder...?" " Because he was jealous of us." "He was jealous of our Gypsy fantasy, of our wisdom." "Murdering us out of envy." " And why didn't he succeed?" " He was too stupid." " Educated or not." "Roma and Jew." "They are wiser than all Germans together, ...and Hitler knew it." "Sing something!" "Something spry!" " You sing." "You can't let him stay here." " Yes, I can." "I, Dionizy Wajs, in my forest can do anything." " Look, in the sky, hen with the chicks." "Again, one chick is missing." "Same happened before the war in Wolyn." "Evil days are coming." "Let him go back where he came from." "A misfortune will happen." "Stop lying around, you Gypsy!" "Go and do some work!" "You son of a bitch!" "I'm gonna kick the shit out of you!" "Thank you." " You asked what a Gypsy cross looks like." "Now you know." " Now you're a true Gypsy!" "Yes, little one." " Give it back!" "Give it back!" " What is written there?" " What are you writing?" " Poems." " What are poems?" " Poems..." "Poems will let me remember tomorrow, how I felt yesterday." " Doesn't it hurt your head?" "I'd kill myself!" " And in Romani, yesterday and tomorrow are the same thing." " And why do you need so many books?" " How do you know how many books I have?" " Mum, I only took the one you told me!" " Be quiet!" "Papusza, now!" "It flew there!" "It will peck you, you'll see!" " Something is here." "Catch." " What a beautiful knife." "Beautiful, no?" "How big." "What else is there?" "How beautiful..." "Money!" " What are we going to do with it?" " I don't know." " A ring for you, look." "Give me your finger." "That's also pretty." "Real gold?" "I think that it was a bandit." "Keep looking!" "Surely there is more." " Try deeper!" " Nothing?" "Surely it's there!" " Look deeper!" " Nothing is here!" " Try again!" " Throw that away!" "It's enchanted by locals." "Why did you take it?" " What are enchantments?" " An evil, devilish force." "Throw it away." "He who knows an enchantment, can do anything." "Can turn you in to a dog or a pig." "All that grows in the field, that God created, kicking up dust and chirping, is there to take." "Do you steal when you drink the water?" "No." "Same for the chicken." " My little Devil is still blind." " The Devil sees everything." "How much is this egg?" " 2 pennies." " Isn't this egg somewhat weird?" " How weird?" "It's just an egg..." " And what?" "What?" " Ma'am, ma'am!" " Devil, Devil in the egg, yes!" "?" " Yes." "Gypsy comes and talks about the Devil!" "?" "Maybe you want a ring as well?" "To cast the spell away?" "!" "Go to your mother, get me 2 pennies!" "Right now!" "Hey!" "Give it back!" "Want to buy something?" "Buy it or off you go!" "Sweets are 3 pennies each." " I want to learn how to read." " No Gypsy lied to me like this yet." " I want to learn to read and write." " What for?" " Just like that." " Education costs money." "Can you pay?" "Read." "Don't guess." "Now all of it." " A coutess." " A countess" " A countess dropped her glove." " Who is a countess?" " Some posh goy." "In gloves." " And what is a goy?" " You're a goy." " Me?" "Am I a countess?" "Wait!" "Where are you running!" "?" "Wait!" "Where are you going?" "!" "Come here." "What do you have there?" " What are these scribbles?" " That Jewish woman bewitched her!" "You want to sell us out to the locals!" "?" " Leave her alone!" "Don't beat her!" " Get away!" " You want to be a lady?" "Get up!" " Leave her alone!" "Leave her, nobody did anything wrong!" " You want her to teach locals how to hunt us Gypsies?" "Come here!" "Quick!" "We'll burn it!" "Come, quickly!" "To your health!" "Hit me." "So, big face, what you have there?" " He can't play." " Just keep playing." "Look, it's that local that lost to you yesterday." " Throw out these lousy dogs!" " Did you hear him?" " I won't drink with skunks." "Fuck off, tramps!" "Now!" " Hit him!" "Beat him, hit him!" " I'll catch you motherfuckers!" "I will catch you!" "It's my fault." "How're things?" " Same as always." " But my mum, is looking for a way..." " I think, you'll become a Gypsy," " I also think so." " Take a wife." "Do you like anyone?" " I don't understand." " You need a woman." "Which one do you like?" " No, I don't like any!" " Malina!" "Come here." " Uncle..." " Do you want him for your husband?" " I don't want any husband." " Dyzko is joking." " He'll buy you a tent, a duvet, earrings, do you want?" " What does she need an outsider for?" "How to say "ugly"?" "She doesn't need an "ugly" outsider, no Malina?" "You don't want him?" " If you like her, steal her and thats it." "We invite you to come in the evening, take your husband, come to the dance!" "No!" "No!" "Sit here!" "Sit!" " I don't want!" "Don't want!" "Cops!" "The cops are coming!" "Good evening!" " Stop!" "Stop!" " Ok, Ok!" "Camping in a public place." "No lights on the caravans." "Disturbance of the traffic safety." "No anti-fire devices." "All of that makes 500 zl penalty." "500 zl for a caravan." " My dear, I would have paid 1000 if the money grew in the woods!" " First of all, permission for performing." "Where it is?" " God..." " Show it!" " I had it..." "Papusza,.." "Brand new permission..." "People!" "Our ancestors performed for the queen Maria!" " And that is also lost?" " She gave us a paper!" "That Wais'es can perform in the whole of Poland!" " And it's lost?" " I gave it to the museum." "In the Wawel." " You won't forbid us to travel!" "We always did, and we always will!" "And because you beat him up, we won't pay!" "And we will ride!" "Dear, a light please?" " They will sort you out." " Or you." " It's written in the newspapers that hey will settle you down, in Jewish castles." "Birkenau and Auschwitz." " Hitler couldn't manage it!" "Now you want to do it!" "?" " Hitler wasn't so bad!" "Put things in to some order!" "Quiet!" "Do something!" "Shut up!" "Shut up!" "Play, keep playing!" "The wind cradles the green grass, oak saplings bow before the oak." "The leaf speaks, the heart dies in exile." "The black raven mourns it." "The black earth trembles in sorrow, the great forest sings softly," "The young boy doesn't like the though of death." "closing his black eyes slowly." " Once more, mummy." " Whose poems are those?" " They're not poems." "My mum made it up." " We say, "a leaf, a bird, the grass"." "But is it true what we say?" "Maybe God made us in this way, that we keep talking in this way?" " Papusza..." "You're a poetess." " And what is a poetess?" " It's someone who drafts songs." " I heard that it's the sirens who draft songs." "We paid every year properly!" " An official letter came, we can't rent it to you anymore!" " Are you scared of a paper?" " The control comes every week!" " Let the women take their things!" " We won't be risking it." "That's it!" " Come uncle, we're still alive." " Hope you die!" " Get on the caravans!" "Now!" " Go to hell!" " Tarzanek, come." "Be healthy and happy!" "Lots of health and happiness!" "You're all invited!" "Welcome!" " Welcome!" " It's good to see you!" " Welcome!" "Lot's of health and happiness!" "Welcome, good health!" "How are you?" "Is everything all right?" " Thank you." "According to the recommendation of the Internal Affairs Office, from August, 29, 1949." "follows the expected launch of an irrevocable Gypsy settlement program." " People, do you know what they're all about?" "What are they talking about?" "What are we going to do?" "What are these locals thinking?" "Who do they think they are?" "And you, read in Romany, so people can understand." " We won't be able to keep the traveling caravan." "Children must go to school." "They'll take a census of Gypsies, we will all go to work." " Don't make a drama here." "Let's listen." "Please, go away." "Leave us alone." "We'll talk in Romani, among ourselves." "Let locals leave, it's our problem." " When the Gypsies travelled, even the kings couldn't forbid them to do so!" " I heard that in Dęblin, they locked up two camps, and they took the kids, also." " That's not true!" "Have you ever seen such a prison that two camps would fit in?" "Locals spread these rumors themselves, to scare us." " That's right!" " He's saying the truth!" " Maybe let's take these houses?" "If they're giving them?" " Don't be afraid!" "What are you afraid off?" " I'm not afraid, it just might be better." " Take it if you want!" "What houses?" "!" " We prefer to keep the caravan." " I'd rather strangle my children than send them to school." " I want have anyone telling me how to raise my children!" "We're raised from the earth, we're sleeping and eating on it." "They should give us the forest, not some houses." " That's right!" "Yes, that's right!" " Quiet!" " Let the elder talk." " Roma, listen!" " For many years, locals treated us the way they wanted and they still want to rule." "We need to stand together, without quarreling." "Then they can't do anything to us." "If they pit us against each other, they can do anything." "We need to collect some money, bribe someone, then they will leave us in peace." "Locals like money." "No matter the position, all of them like to count money." "What do you think?" ""The world is my imagination."" " Schopenhauer, a German philosopher." "A wise man..." " And what do you think?" "Is the world real or in our heads?" " If the world wasn't real, a man could've..." " Could." " Could..." "A man could do anything." "Anything he wants." " If the world isn't real, is the pain and suffering imaginary too?" " Yes." " And death?" " Also." " I think differently." "My eyes are black, yours are green, but we see the world in the same way." "Because the world is." "We see it in the same way, but we live differently." "You're strong, we're weak, because we don't have an education and the memory." "But maybe it's better this way." "If Roma could remember, they would die of grief." "And what?" "Is the winter coming?" "Maybe let's take the house?" "Tarzanek could go to school." "Maybe his life would be easier." " You're talking like some outsider bitch." " The local authority will do what they like." "Those that go first, will have better houses." " Firstly they would need to burn all the wheels in the world." "If at least one is left, Roma will travel." "What do you think?" "Look, he's drinking." "Why did you shut your mouth instead of talking?" "Open that outsider's mug!" "So quick to write but now won't talk?" "I could barely find you!" " Be healthy and happy!" " Better not to leave any tracks." " God or bad news?" " They canceled my arrest warrant!" " It's something to celebrate!" " We'll cook some leaves and we can feast." "I can't remember such poverty since the war." " Where do you want to go boy?" "Straight to your doom?" " You're a lord with us!" "All the forest is ours and all the roads." "Where is better?" "You need to go back, look for a wife." "I wanted to give you one but you just laughed." "This is my address." "If you need something, come, no matter day or night." "Write..." "Write poems and send them." "I I'll be waiting." " My writing is like with a chicken's claw, you won't even be able to read it." " Don't worry." " Why do you want my poems?" "A child can write better." " This is for a good start." " Wait, little brother." "Take this amulet." "A piece of iron, a little stone, a bitter herb, a feather." "Let them bring you luck, health and strength." "Sit." "Sit." "Little Gypsy girl knows how to read?" "Nice." "It's the first time I see it." "How did the little Gypsy girl learn it?" "Don't be scared." "Clever women have it hard." " Is this why are you so sad?" "Ma'am?" "Papusza, marry me." "Marry me." " Uncle, don't sin." "You could've been my father." " You'll dance in Vienna, Paris." "I'll open the world for you." " Uncle, you're drunk." "Try to open the door first." "We're brothers for a reason, to put this all together." " Cheers." "Cheers." " All that you owed me for the guitar is payed off now." " Mather will cry." " So you'll wipe her tears away." " Add some more, from what they paid you." " Here." " And your father's ring." "Deal." " Cheers." " Cheers." " Be healthy and happy." "You'll have silk dresses." "Gold and feathers." "Everything you can wish for." "You'll live like a lady." "Push." "Push." "You'll be a widow." " You like me, yes?" "Grand forest, my father..." "Have a mercy, close my womb." "Get out!" "Raspberries always helped...." " You have a mould everywhere here." "It goes inside the lungs." " Raspberries are best for everything." "No medicine can match them." "A doctor that went to Paris said;" ""Raspberries are best for everything."" "He went to Vienna and Austrians said;" ""raspberries are the best'" "All the world says;" ""raspberry is the best"" " You'll waste this child, don't you understand it?" " We're wasting him?" "The authorities are wasting people!" " Be quiet." " What quiet!" "?" "Did they give the permission for performing?" "Shit!" "No permission!" "You wanted school!" "Now you got what you deserve." "He'll shit mould!" " Pay for the medicine!" " I don't have money!" " But for vodka you had money!" " There are still people that give you a hand in need." " Don't be upset, I'm all right." " Die, whore!" "Nice pen." "But I don't trade with pens." " Dear, my child is sick..." "Please Sir, buy it." "It's a writer's pen from Warsaw, you know?" "Buy it, dear, you have a good heart." "Buy it." " Give it, Ma'am." "What am I doing...?" "God!" "God!" "Why, my God!" "?" "God!" "God!" "Why?" "Why?" "Because nobody will understand me, only forests and waters." "What I'm writing about here, it's long, long gone." "Taking everything with it." "And the years of my youth." "What do you think?" " Didn't that Papusza fall in love with you?" "Will anyone even publish it?" " A man works all night and that's what he gets in return?" "Writer, artist, translator, philosopher..." "What's this, will anyone even buy it?" "Tea?" "Good morning." " Good morning." " Excuse me..." " And, Sir, where to?" " Why so interested?" " Why not, I'm the host here." " So what!" "?" "Let me pass, fuck off!" "Fuck off, My neighbour, not your business" " What neighbour!" "?" " Wait!" "To Tuwim?" " Mr. Tuwim..." "A bit of culture, you little shit!" "I apologize that it took so long, but..." "The maid is flirting in the cinema and my wife is in Zakopane." "Hopefully not flirting." " And I'm left alone with two left hands." " I'll help." " Please remind me, where do you work?" " In radio, I'm an editor." " You've sent me some interesting things..." " Here are the manuscripts, please have a look." "There is no verse division, she writes until she runs out of space." " So the divisions are yours?" " Yes, creative work." " Did you try to publish them?" " Everywhere." " Yeah." "We're not living in times for masterpieces." "And this is the clearest tone I heard in years." "When a man is young, in heart and hope," "The world opens up with just any key." "Can it be simpler?" "Where did you find her?" "Papusza?" " Well, I..." "I roamed two years with a caravan..." " We need some kind of a trick." " Would you agree to be interviewed?" " An interview?" "For you Sir?" " For a Warsaw newspaper." " A conspiracy of two poets, to save a third." "Here, I have a real treat, have a look." "An act of banishment." "The exile of the Gypsies from the Czech Kingdom." "Eighteenth century." "In the year 1721..." " Truly exceptional." "How come you have it?" " I have a friend, an antique dealer, from before the war, in Krakow." "Did you keep any kind of diary while travelling?" "You youngsters undervalue notes." "Do you know that in Poland there's not a single, mono-graphic work about Gypsies?" "Never." "Only some amateur sketches." "The last one in the 19th century." " Husserl excluded them from European culture, and it stayed this way." " You Sir, you should scrape something." " I have already ready 5 chapters." " That's the spirit!" "So you are this Wais?" "Mr. Principal, I didn't break it, they are lying!" "Always ready to tell on a Gypsy." " Is this Wais, Bronislawa, Papusza..." "Here in the newspaper, your mother?" "Listen Gypsies!" "They're writing about my mum in a newspaper!" ""My name is Bronislawa Wais, but Gypsies call me with a name, which I use to sign my letters and poems;" "Papusza; a doll." " You'll be rich now, Dyzko." " Have a bite." " Cheers." "Cheers." " We're all talented." " I once played in the front of Lenin." "His head hurt from all the revolution, and he wanted to relax." "He liked it so much that he was jumping!" " Uncle, he liked it so much that he nationalized your harp!" " You're an idiot!" "In the morning I pack my harp, the servants pour the champagne." "It was in Kremlin." "And Lenin says to me;" ""Without you, I can't do a Revolution."" ""Stay with me, as my right hand."" ""I'll make you the court's virtuoso!"" " So why didn't you stay?" " Why not?" " How could I?" "I already promised to perform for Piłsudski." "He had a great respect for Gypsy music." " To your health." " To your health." " I also will be a poet." " Do it." " He'll be like his mother." "Papusza, look." "In "Przekrój" An entire article." ""The World."" ""First Gypsy poetess, Papusza." " Mum, show me." " Here are the poems." "Here is one, there is two." ""The World" and "The Culture"" "And, uncle, that's for you." "Permission for performing." "For the whole country." " The world can still surprise, not everything is lost." " Leave it!" "You got a toy already!" "Papusza, this is your pay." " For poems." " For what?" " For poems." " And are they mine?" "They come and go as they wish." " They pay, so you should take." " Little brother, I keep thinking that you want to support us." "Money for poems?" "I'll take only as much as for an omen." " Shut up stupid, it's the officials who pay, not Jerzy!" " That's right, uncle." " You keep looking around because it's so ugly here?" "I bet your place is nice." "Everyone should live in a good way." " Nice place..." "But my neighbors are horrible." "Uncle, you want some vodka?" " Sure!" "We can perform in the whole of Poland." "Even in the opera!" "Wais Orchestra with a Ballet!" "Look here!" "A stamp from the Ministry!" "There is no better one!" "Don't call me a poetess, or I might die out of pride or grief." " Sir Tuwim would like to meet you." " Really?" " Yes." "You did learn of him at school, no?" "Great poet, Tuwim, you know?" " And does he know me?" " This month my book is getting published." "It's titled "Polish Gypsies"." " What about?" " Where the Roma people are from." " Where are Roma from?" " India." "How you hid from the Germans." " And what else?" " That only idiots are scared of Gypsies." " Anything about me?" " And me?" " An me?" " There will be something about everyone." "Is this book going to hurt Papusha's heart?" " Why do you think so?" " Doesn't it reveal Gypsy secrets?" " You said yourself that Roma don't have a memory." "Such a book, it's a "memory"." " You're right." "Some day they will teach these secrets in the universities." "Did the amulet bring you luck?" "Do you wear it?" " I have a daughter." " And now you're telling me?" "What kind of father you are!" "?" " I got married." " So it brought you luck?" "Good to have you here." "Man, what did you do?" "The whole of Poland talks about Gypsies now." "Apparently this local of yours..." "Even wrote a book about Gypsies, is that true?" "You didn't cut off your tongue, now your tongue will cut off our heads!" " Let her be!" "Why didn't you write that you're visiting?" "I'd come to pick you up." "Something has happened?" "Papusza, what's going on?" "Tell me." "Is Tarzanek all right?" " Burn it." " What should I burn?" "What should I burn, tell me?" " The Gypsies." " The book?" "It's already impossible." " I've made a cucumber soup and dumplings, maybe you can invite Ms. Papusza, to stay for dinner, she refused my invitation." " But..." " I need to go out." "I was supposed to be at work 2 hours ago." " Wait, one sec!" " Can you come back for a moment?" " And what about the baby?" " Look after her." "Be quiet, be quiet, stay here for a moment." "Papusza, look..." "That's not all." "Krysia, come here." "Look, it's not even half of it." "In a week, you can buy them in the book stores." " Burn it." " What should I burn?" "5 thousands of books?" " What am I supposed to do, burn 5 thousand books?" "What I am supposed to do, hm?" "Burn it?" "Yes?" "I'm very sorry, but this is my work!" "Months!" "Years of it!" " I'm good when you want help, to organize something, no?" "Go to hell, all of you." "Krysia, Krysia!" "Papusza, open the door!" "Open the door!" "What are you doing!" "?" "Did you go totally mad!" "?" " Go away!" "I'm tainted, cursed!" "I'm possessed by the Devil, go away!" "Go away!" "This woman revealed all of our secrets." "This book is written in Romani and in Polish." "Uncle, have a look!" "The police will know everything." "We're lost!" "She betrayed us, we're lost." "What to do now?" "She revealed us, our language." " Gypsies, can you see?" " She betrayed us and now we're publicly shamed, in front of our "Sero Roma"" " She can't stay among us." "Are we Roma or not?" " She stained our honor, she betrayed everyone!" "I don't know what to do, but it can't be like this." " Be quiet!" "Quiet!" "Who knows that this woman isn't guilty, speak now." "I repeat." "Who knows that this woman isn't guilty, speak now." " Venerable Gypsies, brothers..." " Don't look for brothers among us." "Your woman betrayed us, you have no brothers." " What is supposed to be hidden, must stay hidden." "You're right, she went astray." "But was it only her talking to that outsider?" "Who didn't talk to him can throw the first stone." "You talked, and you!" "And you!" "And you Reka!" " Let's cut out her tongue, if she didn't do it herself!" ""Brother, brother" But she sold us all out!" " She's right!" " She's right!" " I took him in, in to the camp, gave him a tent, food..." "Punish me, sully me, I'm the guilty one." "Leave her alone!" "She got her punishment already, God coursed her with madness." " Wait!" "She won't be sullied and she will stay among us?" "Like nothing has happened?" "Uncle, do something." "It can't be this way!" "Or what happens to us?" " Listen." "Don't talk as me and don't sully anyone." "Let's have that woman stand in front of us." " I'm sorry uncle." "I just want the truth." " Let her explain everything herself." "That's what is going to happen." " What am I to do?" " Nothing." "You've already done enough." "You're lucky that you're not a Gypsy and don't fall under their law." "That book of yours waited 500 years, couldn't it wait 20 years more?" "Hey, you!" "Fuck off from here!" "Right now!" "Papusza is not guilty!" "In my book, I used her poems only." "Nothing more." "Papusha isn't guilty!" "It's all my fault!" " Go away from here!" "Get lost!" "Don't talk in our language anymore, talk in Polish!" "Why did you sell the harp?" " For the hospital." "Our train leaves in 30 min." " I'm not going anywhere!" " Get dressed, you little shit!" " I'm not going to a mad woman!" " She's your mother, you little brat!" " Bloody lie." "She's not my mother!" "Everyone says I'm a foundling!" "People!" "The war has started!" "Dyzko!" " What are you screaming for?" " War started..." " What war?" "What you're talking about?" " I've read it..." " You've read it?" "!" "Read it, bitch!" "?" "Reading messed up your mind!" "You should learn how to bear children instead!" "You dried up log!" "Run away Gypsies." "You'll be next." " Why next?" "What did we ever do to Hitler?" " And what did the Jews do to him?" " I don't believe it." "Why us next?" "How do you know?" " Wait and you'll find out." "In the cities they're already locking the Jews up." " But where to run?" "Don't be afraid, come!" "Wait!" "Stop, you dirty, Gypsy pig!" "You saved him only so he can die." " I brought you a son." "Do you have any food?" "When will Tarzanek come?" " I told you, he went for a school trip." "I forgot..." "He got you a gift." " Good boy." "Didn't pinch it?" " He bought it from his money." "Washed neighbours car..." "Don't put a stone on my grave." "I'm already struggling." "Plant some flowers." "If not for me..." "You'll at least visit these flowers, to water them." " If I didn't learn to read." "I'd be happy." "Doctors forbade her poems." "Go away." "Leave us be." "You're dead to us." "Aren't you ashamed to come here?" " What do you want!" "?" " Aren't you ashamed?" "Get lost!" "You want to take our bread away!" "Get lost!" "Where were you traipsing?" "Where were you traipsing?" "Do you hear me?" " Stay..." "Don't get upset." "I'll fry some potatoes soon." " You didn't earn anything again." "All month I've been eating potatoes." " Such times." "Everyone struggles." " You can't get full on flowers." "They take you for an idiot." "And with this diploma from the Minister, fill the holes in your head, so the wind doesn't blow." "Or wipe your ass." "They acknowledged you..." "You can't foretell anymore, or steal." "Why did you write these shitty poems?" "Why did you send them to Ficowski?" "If not this stupidity of yours, we could live like real people." "And now?" "No Gypsy comes to see us." "They treat us worse than dogs!" " I've made a sorrel soup." "He asked for it." "From a stolen chicken." "He doesn't like a bought one." "May you rest in peace." "I didn't recognize you, good morning." "Me, to Warsaw?" " You'd have care." "Your own room." "I can't." "I don't know anyone in Warsaw." "Papusza, I got so many letters from you." "Do poems still come to you?" " I didn't write poems." "I didn't." "So many famines!" "So many disasters!" "So many sorrows!" "The road is so long!" "So many sharp stones, stabbing at our feet." "How many bullets passing by our ears!" "Come here, close, all Gypsies!" "To the forest, where there is a big campfire." "And where everything is flooded in sunlight.." "Let this singing of mine, always gather all Gypsies, from everywhere." "To listen to my words and to reply..."