Keetje Tippel
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:09:03
I'm putting out the lamp.
Goodnight, children.

:09:08
Goodnight, Dad.
Goodnight, Mom.

:09:14
- What brought this on?
- How would I know? The cold.

:09:16
Papa, l feel sick.
:09:19
What is it?
:09:21
l'm terribly cold.
:09:24
There's nothing for a fire.
Nothing!

:09:26
If it were only warm
for a moment...

:09:29
Stop! That's all we have.
:09:31
You were cold, right?
Well, here's the wood.

:09:35
- Now they can't go outside!
- As if I care!

:09:50
It'll be warm soon.
:10:03
Nice and warm, kids?
:10:10
Feel good, Mothe r?
:10:12
l wish it was always like this.
:10:15
A good fire and food to eat.
:10:18
Yeah...when we're rich.
:10:21
Please, tell us how that is,
being rich, mom.

:10:23
At 8, l start off with some crisp bread.
:10:26
And then, a baked apple...
:10:29
...and at 10 o'clock
an eel sandwich.

:10:33
And hot chocolate.
:10:36
And around 11 some pickles,
and an egg...

:10:39
And by nightfall I still haven't had
a decent meal.

:10:41
Shut up about those snacks.
:10:43
- l want a real meal.
- Why, if l happen to enjoy it?

:10:46
Yeah, but it isn't filling.
But some bratwurst with potatoes...

:10:50
- That's your typical poor people's food.
- You only like rich folk's finger foods...

:10:55
Hey, why don't you shut up!
:10:57
- You can't deal with money.
- Well, there never is any.


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