Pastor. (Sits down.) . . . And their teachers. There are many who carry the opinion – we shall bury our beliefs or however you call such tones. Many have buried it and kept it silent.
Jerman. I would be glad to receive an order by now.
Pastor. Thus, I tell you how the people's will does not give a damn for your ideology or however you title your policies of the interior. A true serf labors their ration as commanded upon – if ordered to step onto the field, they do not run into a jungle.
Jerman. (Stands up.) I do not understand. Who called for this sacred tribunal to gather?
Pastor. (Stands up.) It would please me greatly, had you come to avoid digging a trench between the two of us . . . For such a trench would only carry undesired troubles; carrying Sisyphus's rocks is uneasy even though one is responsible for their own penalty.
Jerman. (With a serious expression.) I understand now. Sits down.
Principal. As I foresaw – they wandered through darkness and Devil's like many of us did; now they have been enlightened for once.
Geni. For progress is a natural necessity.
(Lojzka stands up, closes in to the window and looks at Jerman.)
Pastor. (Sits down very calmly.) It's been a long time since you arrived . . . Since you moved into our fancy village. I developed a liking for you quickly on, as you are a person who takes care to listen to an honest line; does not misrender nor break it apart in their heart. I am feeling bad aches seeing you on a path the Nation cannot stand behind. Say a drunkard . . .
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