1:06:02
You could get up from your sickbed
and return to the theatre.
1:06:08
But the suffering wasn't over.
1:06:12
The boy was gripped by a massive
and unfathomable love for his mother.
1:06:17
You defend yourself.
You defend yourself in despair.
1:06:22
You feel you can't return it.
So you try, and you try...
1:06:28
But there are only cruel and clumsy
meetings between you.
1:06:32
You can't do it.
You're cold and indifferent.
1:06:37
He looks at you.
He loves you and he's so gentle.
1:06:42
You want to hit him
because he doesn't leave you alone.
1:06:46
You think he's disgusting
with his thick mouth and ugly body.
1:06:50
His moist and pleading eyes.
He's disgusting and you're scared.
1:06:59
What are you hiding
under your hand? Let me see.
1:07:07
lt's the photo of your little boy.
The one you tore up.
1:07:11
We must talk about it.
1:07:21
Tell me about it, Elisabet.
1:07:26
Then l will.
1:07:31
lt was one night at a party,
isn't that right?
1:07:34
lt got late and quite rowdy.
1:07:38
Towards morning
someone in the group said:
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''Elisabet, you virtually have it all in
your armoury as a woman and artist.''
1:07:47
''But you lack motherliness.''
1:07:51
You laughed
because you thought it sounded silly.
1:07:55
But after a while you noticed
you thought about what he'd said.
1:07:59
You became more and more worried.
You let your husband impregnate you.