Did you say the ticket was in the pocket?
Yes.
Not was, Marek.
Is.
- The ticket is in the pocket.
- What are you saying?
- It's as clear as daylight.
- What are you saying?
It's the only way!
May God forgive you.
You have said that you love me.
This is your chance to prove it.
Please, Elenka, don't put it like that.
Prove it!
And so that night I became a profaner of the dead.
A robber of graves.
A ghoul.
Forgive me, Father.
I had not foreseen that the face of my father the muscles stretched by a terrible death rigor would look directly upon me the dead lips drawn back in a constant, soul-shattering smile.
Suddenly I realized I had not performed my ghastly mission.
The ticket remained in my father's pocket.
Marek, is that you?
Did you get it?
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