:52:13
- Are you wounded?
- No, Mother. I got leave.
:52:24
Here I am cryin'
instead of being glad.
:52:29
Anna, get down
the jar of blackberries.
:52:33
You still like them,
don't you?
:52:37
Yes, Mother. I haven't had any
for a long time.
:52:43
We might almost have known
you were coming.
:52:46
- I'm making potato cakes.
- Don't let them burn.
:52:51
Paul... sit down...
:52:55
beside me.
:53:01
My Paul.
:53:05
My baby.
:53:10
I almost forgot, Mother.
I've got some little presents for you.
:53:29
Look, Mother.
Bread, sausage and rice.
:53:33
- Paul, you've been starving yourself.
- Hmm-mm.
:53:36
Hadn't I better go
and tell Father Paul's home?
:53:39
- Paul could watch the things on the stove.
- No, I'm getting up.
:53:44
Oh, Paul,
you're a soldier now, aren't you?
:53:49
But somehow,
I don't seem to know you.
:53:53
I'll take these off,
Mother.
:53:55
I'll get your suit. It's in
the wardrobe, just where you left it.
:53:59
Are you really here,
Paul?