"Satyajit RAY presents" "based on a story by Rabindranath TAGORE from the trilogy "THREE DAUGHTERS"" "Camera:" "Soumendu RAY" "Sound:" "Durga DAS MITRA" "Editing:" "Dulal DUTTA" "Associate producer:" "Aminyanath MUKHERJEE" "Distribution:" "Chayabani Private Ltd." "Producer, scenery, music, director:" "Satyajit RAY" "THE POSTMASTER" "With:" "Anil CHATTERJEE Chandana BANNERJEE" "Nripati CHATTERJEE Khagen PATHAK" "Gopal SEN Krishnakamal BHATTACHARYA" "Haridhan NAG Narayan GHOSH" "Very well." "You're starting tomorrow." "Now you're the postmaster." "Ratan!" "Ratna!" " Yes, Sir?" "You will feel a bit lonely at the beginning." "Have you lived on the countryside before?" "No, never." " Never?" "You will get used to it in a couple of days." "Except..." ""Against malaria"" "Don't forget." "Bomkesh pills are your best friend." "If you don't take them, this is what you get!" "Come here!" "Hurry up!" "Take this." "Hold on to it." "Don't drop it." "She's such a brat." "You see the new postmaster?" "He's a strong man." "If you don't behave, he'll grab you by your bun and he'll send you flying." "POEMS" "What are you staring at?" "Wait!" "Go clean up my room." "One moment." "I just pick up my things." "Ratan!" "Go bring water from the well." "I don't want water from the pond." "Ratan!" "Who is it?" "Don't be afraid." "It's Bishou, the fool." "I know." "Can I go now?" "Silence!" "Halt!" "Hey, fool!" "That man is very strong, you know?" "I know." "I know everything." "Shut up!" "Go away!" "Left!" "Right!" "Left!" "Right!" "Left!" "Right!" "Dear mother, I have arrived well." "Ulapour is a small village." "It feels good to be on my own, after Calcutta." "Tomorrow I will start working in..." "Your bed is made, Sir." "Do you know how to read and write?" " No." "Your clothes are dirty." "Doesn't your mother wash them for you?" "I don't have a mother." "You don't have one?" "She's dead." "When did she die?" "I forgot." "When I was very little." "And your father?" "He's dead." "But then you don't have anybody?" "No." "You live alone?" "And work here?" "How was the old postmaster, the one before me?" "Was he nice?" "Did he scold you?" "Did he hit you?" "Go to sleep." "It's already late." "Ratan!" "Left!" "Right!" "What's the matter?" "We loved to hear your stories from Calcutta." "We've never been farther away than Ishwardi." "Harihar, didn't you go to Ranaghat once, for a wedding?" "Well, obviously, compared to Calcutta," "Ranaghat is very small." "It must be hard for you to get used to the country life." "I'm very homesick." "But as I like to write poetry, loneliness doesn't bother me that much." "Poetry?" "So tell us a poem!" "What about music, do you like it?" "My sister sings very well." "She used to take lessons." "I've been to a lot of very good recitals." "There are great singers in Calcutta." "He can sing very well." "It would be a pleasure for him to sing for you." "He has heard the famous singers in Calcutta." "You think he will like my songs?" "Who's the singer?" "It's him." "Sometimes I organize recitals at my home." "He sings, and he plays the violin." "You must come one evening." "You know, I use the evenings to study English." "I've just started reading a novel by Walter Scott." "But why not?" "My little Nanda, why does it take you so long to write us?" "I hope you're getting accustomed to your new job." "Take care." "You're not used to living on your own." "That makes me worry." "Do you have servants or do you have to take care of everything yourself?" "Sir!" "Who's writing you?" "My mother." "Why are you smiling?" "How did you guess?" "Who is it?" " Who?" "The girl standing next to you." "Oh, that's my sister," "Rani." "Can she write?" "She can write, read and sing." "Not like you!" "I can sing, too." "Really?" "You want to hear?" "In the lonely forest a little girl is crying, calling for you." "Tears drop from her eyes." "In the lonely forest a little girl is crying, calling for you." "Tears drop from her eyes." "With a trembling voice she keeps calling out." "With a trembling voice she keeps calling out." "The girl is lost in the forest and nobody answers her..." "I forgot the rest." "Bravo!" "You sing very well." "Just learn to read and write and you'll be like my sister." "Will you teach me?" "Look in the pocket of my jacket." "This here?" "Go buy a slate and pencil." "This is too much." "The rest is for you." "You work well, so I give you something for it." "Sir!" " What?" "Look." "You washed your clothes!" "The old postmaster used to eat rice." "I see!" "Are you finished?" "Very good." "For Monday, the joint consonants." "The joint what?" "The joint consonants." "What's that, Sir?" "What's my name?" "Mister..." "Mister Nanda." "That's right." "Spell Nanda." "Na... na..." "Give me that." "The pencil too." "Look." "Na..." "Sir!" "This is strange!" "It started all of a sudden." "That's normal with this illness." "Ratan, spend the night here." "See to it that he stays warm, under the cover." "Mr. Postmaster, please take this recipe." "It's chinine." "Bomkesh pills!" "You have to pray to Bomkesh." "How could you get better if you don't?" "Mr. Postmaster, get up." "Take a pill." "Ratan, bring me a glass of water." "Who are you?" "Who are you?" "Ratan." "Ratan, Sir." "I work for you." "I wo... Are you writing to your mother, Sir?" "No, to my father-in-law." "My clothes?" "I couldn't wash them while you were ill." "I will do it today." "Here, read this." "Ratan, my dear Ratan, dedicated with all her heart to what she does." "She's like my sister." "Do you like it?" "What's the matter?" "Won't you teach me the joint consonants?" "Ratan, would it make you sad if I went away?" "Don't you like to work here?" "Who likes to work anyway?" "You get used to it, that's all." "Do you like to work for me?" "Yes." "That's a foolish thing to say." "When did I say that I didn't like to work?" "Will you leave me?" "Your job isn't finished." "You can't leave." "I'm the one who's finished." "What can I do?" "You need to get well." "Take one." "You don't want them?" "Why not?" " They taste bitter." "Bitter?" "Try one and you'll see!" "I did." "Hello, you are...?" " Mr. Chakraborty." "I thought so." "So you quit?" "I asked for a transfer, but they turned me down." "So I had no choice." "What was the problem?" "Nothing really." "I don't like country life." "I'm a city person." "And then malaria got the rest of me." "Malaria?" "Listen to me." "Take those pills." "I know." "I know everything..." "Silence!" "I know!" "Here, that's for you." "There's one thing left that I couldn't finish." "I was teaching little Ratan to read and write Bengali." "We were at the joint consonants." "If you could..." "Of course." " Perfect." "There's one more thing." "If you could give her... this rupee..." "No." "I'll do it myself." "Ratan!" "You will like Mr. Chakraborty." "He's a music lover." "He'll be perfect for your recital evenings." "Mr. Chakraborty, show them your instrument." "They won't believe me." "Look at this." "A "clarionet"!" "Ratan!" "Sir... here's your water."