Bread and Poetry (1994) - full transcript
- Don't move! Just a smile.
- A poet's mood must suit his poems. I was
disappointed...
take it as it is.
By the by, are you going to the post office, Majid?
Yeah, Yeah. How good you reminded me.
Then, wait a minute. I've got a letter for Grandma
I bring it now.
Majid, tell haji Ghanbari to call me on. Take care of
This bike as it's your own. It's wobbling.
All right sir. So, I'm leaving Asghar.
Majid?
What's up?
Nothing. By.
Oh, no heart suffering like mine
cinnamon, tea, split peas, grass peas and beans,
please.
I hope you don't want them on credit.
You're not to travel, were you?
Maesoomeh is ill: I'll visit her and the relatives too.
Please
throw these sheets of paper into the bin, dear.
Do you have to go to the village every year?
Any way out, dear? If not, I'll become sick
(A text about bread and the baker)
By the way, I'll leave you some money to spend for
these
poor little birds and also some money the goat's
fodder. Take care of them, it's hot.
And who's gonna care for poor Majid and give him
money?
You aren't a poor thing. You are already a man who
is earning his living.
You should help me with some pennies.
I'm broke and have a lot of things to pay for.
You have nothing to pay for. You'll go to your sister's
for Meals and sleep and give her a hand.
You'll have her wash your dirty clothes. Don't eat
out.
Watch the house two of three times a day and water
the garden. Be considerate of Mr. Kamal not to
scold...
...your sister.
My God! He has drowned himself. It's a story book
Grandma.
So I've been telling you a story when talking
about watering the garden and feeding the poor
animals
"THE MISERABLE" Grandma! I'll be back in a
minute.
Majid! I'll be back in a minute
OK, OK I'll be considerate of Mr Kamal.
I know about my expenses and expenditures.
Me to! I have the bill as well!
(Arguing about a bill) Asadollah, I wanna read the
rest of this book.
Give it to me.
I took five last year and one this year...
Give me this book to read!
Book? Leave us alone. I'm busy.
You're wrong! Nothing's wrong with my job.
Asadollah, Give me the rest of this book.
This isn't a bookstore!
This book, look! This, This.
It's torn apart. It's of no use to you. We've paid for it.
I know. I'll bring it back. I'll fetch you all waste paper
we've got at home too.
If you took 12, it would be all right. That's why I'd
rather give and take a receipt.
Mash Asadollah, I wanna know why this fellow's
drowned himself. Human beings are of the same
body.
Come on, take it! You're playing on my nerves!
Haven't you forgotten anything?
No dear. MAJID. What have you gone up for?
I'm busy, pretty busy.
I'm going. It's getting late.
Is this your way of seeing grandma off?
Sorry, sorry. It's a matter of death and life.
Look who I'm entrusting this house to?
Don't worry Grandma! I'll look after it.
Give my regards to Ms Maesoomeh
and tell Hossein to call me on it summer
All right, all right.
Grandma!
Excuse me Mr Kamal, Have you got the book "THE
MISERABLE"?
What?
"THE MISERABLE".
Majid, my dear fetch me a bowl of icy water. Don't
pour much water in it, please.
Very well.
Thanks a lot.
Sit down and have something.
No thinks. I must go.
Wait a moment.
I'm busy.
Just a moment. Rake this lest you get hungry.
OK.
Take it.
So long!
So long!
Hello, miss.
Hello. May I help you?
I want a book.
We have no book suitable for you.
Don't you have? You mean you have nothing by
Erich Kostner, Victor Hugo, Alexandre Dumas,
George Orwell, Frantz Fanon,
Jules Verne, Jack London, Jose Maoro, De
Ascuslos?
Well, what do you want?
"THE MISERABLE" 8/155 H & 555 B.
You mean both volumes?
Yes, indeed.
Take care of it.
Sure ma'am. I'm used to taking care of books.
And I, too, am used to telling everybody to take care
of books.
Excuse me, miss. May I take them home to read?
As I'm used to reading aloud, and it's impossible
here, I'd rather take them home.
Unless you are a member, you can't take book's
home. Take a seat and read it right here. Go ahead.
Only these two candies were left.
There are some here.
I just wanted them for you.
Shall we have lunch together, dad?
No, thanks.
Excuse me, sir. Have you got the book "THE
MISERABLE'?
NO, we don't.
Do you have "THE MISERABLE"?
Who's the author?
VICTOR HUGO.
Yes, you're right.
Can you, please, tell me if you have it or not?
I don't know. My dad's out
The Miserables, The Unhappy Ones, The
Unfortunate Ones
The Hungry Ones... for 8000 rials.
Oh generous librarian,
dear and honey. Who are not always thinking of
money?
The half-read book I want to borrow
Learnin' worthy points will end my sorrow That's all.
What's your name?
Majid. Majid...
...the well-versed in poetry, calligrapher, who's
searching for knowledge...
...working as baker.
Mr Majid I can't lend you the book to take home.
Bring a photo, fill in from, give me the 500
Rial-receipt and get your
membership card.
But Madam it's a pity we let such books lie idle here.
You better -allow me to take them home. I'll bring
them back.
I repeat: photo, form, card, receipt, I.D. photocopy.
Hush!
But it's really a pity. They're wonderful.
(A nursery rhyme)
Again you? Don't touch!
How can I run over it without touching? How can I
know if my poem and photo are in it without running
over?
Your photo? Why must it be in the magazine?
What do you know!
Here you are!
8000 Rials.
Round it up to be something
I've already done it.
I intended to give you 7500 Rials. Try to waste less.
Hello!
Thank you. Mr. Kamal has gone to the society.
I wanted to go with him.
He waited for you fairly long. He said you could join
him there.
Well, thanks. Bye.
Take care. Bye.
Hello Mr Fereidani!
Hello!
How are you?
Fine, thanks.
Here you are!
This is the same 6,350,000 Rials, man! Take it. I
don't want it.
But I've sold them.
How the hell have you sold them? Impossible to sell
at this price.
Take it back.
Do you think these books sell?
What do you mean?
Can you imagine anyone like us paying for such
things?
It was from the government and I took the occasion.
That's why I don't wanna sell' em, pal. You're
playing shrewdness.
You swindled me out of the books and now you're
monkeying about the money.
You're wrong. Don't exaggerate it
What do you mean I'm wrong? And the date is the
23rd.
What's all this fuss about? You'll cash it in two days.
But I need the cash right now.
I'm a poet myself.
I've been told not to let the children in. they make
noises and trouble.
A fine thing! To you am I a child? Please you go and
call Mr Kamal Fereidani here.
I'm to work here and to stay here. Get away now!
When are you leaving then?
Tomorrow or the day after tomorrow.
How long for?
Thirty, forty days.
I'll tell you how has it elapsed One day on loving in
and other.
The other on abandoning has elapsed
In the previous session, Controversial opinions were
expressed about these verses by
Some friends of ours. In one of his old books,
Mr Fereidani has discussed this matter.
You see this? Huh?
Mr. Fereidani, please
Mr editor-in-chief, don't you feel responsible to the
fact that one
Of the country's poets is not allowed to enter his one
house, the Circle of poets?
Pardon, sir?
Yes, sir.
Anything you want me to do?
Huh?
Anything wrong? You need help?
Nope.
Bye then.
Bye.
Hello.
Hello Majid.
Here you are.
Here you are.
Thanks a lot.
What's wrong with you? How gluttonous and rude
you have become!
"poor things" said she "poor things" to these cheeky
animals.
You better be quiet! We should retrench our
expenditure till grandma's coming back.
. Lots of other things I have to spend on.
Eat, eat, idiot! The more you eat, eat, idiot! The
more you eat, the father you get and the
sooner you'll be killed.
Majid!
Make them shut up! We're fed up with their noises.
OK
Don't touch them!
If I don't, how can I know whether my photo is in it or
not?
I'm telling you not to touch.
It won't be damaged!
(A popular old song)
(A popular old song)
Good for you Asghar!
Majid, sorrowless heart's not in the world of being,
if there is any; it is not of human being.
Really, good for you! You have no concern: neither
poem, photo
magazine book nor great expectations.
Actually never do things match...
You should have been the son of a wealthy fellow
so that...
...you do nothing but spend money
How much do you need?
I know you don't have it.
I'm glad you know it.
Ready? Smile! My sister doesn't
Grandma must have asked her not to. Huh?
You are too hasty in getting everything you want;
haste makes waste, you know?
If I had it. I would read that book. Only if... cause I'm
broke... Could Jean,...
Valjean act differently? Seized by misery
He gradually...
Anything I can do for you, Mr. Kamal?
No
Majid, Majid.
Been to Kamal's room?
Me?
Yeah.
Won't you stay for breakfast?
No, I'm late. Bye.
Goodbye.
Thank you very much.
Here you are, I'll bring it back.
Here you are, I'll bring it back.
Excuse me, sir, may I have a look at page 25?
The ship does not stop. The wind is blowing.
That ship cannot avoid the dark oath extended
before it. It passes, disappears,...
...appears, submerges, then emerges from the
middle of the sea...
...someone asks for help, but he is not heard.
The ship breaks through the storm. He spreads his
arms apart
The sailors and passengers do not even notice the
sinking man...
Hello, Haji! I want some millet for this.
I'm talking to you!
It's closed.
Excuse me, but tomorrow is holiday, I really
apologize.
We fixed working hours. Why have we put this here,
then? Give me your card.
Hurry up!
I'm terribly sorry.
If seed or stone could ever think, they would
indubitably...
think as Jean Valjean did. All these things
please don't mention it.
Thank you, sister.
Come and have something to refresh you.
Disappeared! Where have I put it? What must I do?
Vanished!
What are you looking for?
Disappeared! Where have I put it? What must I do?
Vanished!
What are you looking for?
What are you looking for?
"Thohfat-ol-Hind".
- The book! I've put the 6.300.000 Rial
cheque... between its pages. Now neither can be
found.
- What? Isn't there?
What the hell can I do?
What's become of the book you took from Kamal's
room...
this morning?
What? Book? Me?
I... tomorrow...
...no it's holiday, after tomorrow...
Oh, how terrible!
I've got to tell him or he can't sleep till morning.
Don't look for it! I've lent it to someone
I've told him a thousand times that my books are if
no use to you
I don't see why the hell he is here for?
What's the matter, then?
What's the matter? What would you expect it to be?
Instead of...
siding with me you're backing him up.
I'm gonna give him a good lesson.
For God's sake, forgive him!
Has he escaped? Huh? Let him escape if he can!
He's promised to bring it back.
Promise? Damn it! This is my home and it must be
safe, which...
is not. Why must he always be here?
You forgotten he's my brother?
Must I stand your brother? Is here an orphanage?
...If you were kind enough to him... You aren't fair!
- Where are you going?
- "Thohfat-ol-Hind", the cheque! I must know what's
gone on.
Hi!
Again in trouble?
I've run away from Kamal.
I couldn't stand staying alone at home either.
Something one is afraid when staying alone
It doesn't mean I'm afraid.
Not afraid, you just fear!
By the way, did you eat dinner yet?
Let me help you now, we gonna have it later
What have you done with the cheque? Where's my
book? Where's my life?
Where have you put my money?
Mr Kamal!
Calm!
It's a mistake.
Come down, Come down,...
Set me free.
Mr Kamal!
What have you done with it?
Set me free.
I'll kill you, I'll kill you.
Set him free, you are killing him
I'll kill you! As long as the cheque is lost
you'll be treated the...
same way. Don't forget the cheque and the book
(The sound of TV)
You better leave! I've already got the beating. Don't
let it worsen
I've brought dinner.
You haven't come to any harm, have you?
Do human society have such a right? Is such cruel
attitude by the society not out of justice realm?
It is always the same story
These little living beings, these creatures of God are
seized by the crawls
of events, lacking resort, support and guide.
Now let's go and wash your hands and face, you
wounded Jean Valjean.
Now let's go and wash your hands and face
you wounded Jean Valjean.
Now let's go and wash your hands and face
you wounded Jean Valjean.
Jean Valjean does know it well he was not an
innocent man punished unfairly. He acknowledged
he had acted wrongly
But Jean Valjean did not deserve such penalty
Asghar, Asghar, the policeman.
Asghar.
Hello, Mr Moradi.
Wake up, pal. It's late.
Good morning, Mr Moradi.
Good morning! Who's this guy? A guest of yours?
No, he's Majid, my workmate.
Where's your tea?
Do come in. I'm gonna prepare it.
I've become homesick in this city
(A love elegy)
Excuse me, sir! I'd like to talk to the librarian, please
Today's holiday. Nobody's here.
I know. I just want her address.
The door's open. Come on in.
Hello.
Hello.
Excuse me, I'd like to see the librarian lady
She's out.
You know... I've left... an important note... hum...
in the book.
I know it's holiday... but I must find it.
Take a seat and get yourself and me two cups of
tea!
Do sit down.
The generous librarian, dear and honey, doesn't
work... on holidays.
By the way, what was the rest of your poem?
It wasn't a poem, just an improvisation.
Indeed your poem was good. Really beautiful, very
good actually
. Are you interested in poetry?
Yes, I work in the bakery, too.
It's very good, I believe. So, you're a businessman.
Is the librarian lady your daughter?
Yes she is.
And what do you do yourself?
Me?
What's your name?
Majid.
I'll recommend you to my daughter, Majid.
Well, thanks. But don't mention her about that
matter.
Don't worry. It's just between you and me.
Asghar, Asghar, Asghar.
What? What's up? What's do you say?
Nothing.
Wow! Why hasn't the magazine arrived yet?
It should already have been here.
Would you be kind enough to forgive their being
late?
Please get away with you, lest you'll get a big
beating!
We can't block the amount of the
cheque unless the holder of the account is here.
But the holder is away and may not back in 40 days.
We can't do anything for you until he comes.
Thursday? Oh, yes
Late on Thursday a young girl came and borrowed
it.
Don't be worried. Help him if you can, dear
daughter.
Don't you have any address of hers, miss?
Hello.
Hello.
Darani's house?
Yes, it is.
May I speak to Miss Maryam?
Pardon?
Huh... in our library, a book...
Maryam, Maryam.
Yes.
Come here
What does this gentleman mean?
Hello.
Hello, it's about the book that's changed in the
library.
Oh, yes. But it wasn't "The Miserables", it was
something else.
My father found it useless to me and took it with
him.
Took it? Where to?
To ROBAT.
Robat? Ah yes, Robat. How can I find them?
They're taking film. You can easily find them.
Excuse me, sir. Where are the film crew?
There they are!
A group of statesmen, tradesmen, high ranking
officials are...
...furious against this ignoble army of rufians who
call themselves poets,
writers and artists, and disturb the order of...
...the society. You, the Grand Vizier,
which measures have you taken in this regard?
the society. You, the Grand Vizie
Long life to his Majesty, some measures have
already been taken
but it is too early to expect any result.
Why are you holding the dialogue sheet?
For 3 days I've been trying to give him
the dialogue sheet but he was always out.
I went 2 or 3 time to his house from 12 to one
o'clock in the morning to read the dialogue,
but he was never home.
Why haven't you learnt it by heart? What about you
But you know that we have a trial.
Where are the feelings gone? And the passion in
acting?
To me all's your fault Mr Reyhani.
I've always said to make copies of the screenplay,
but they didn't.
Everything is tumbling down!
Another take!
You are wearing a watch? Don't laugh, or I'll make
you breathe your last!
Look at this guy with his jeans and Adidas! Take it in
medium shot!
Why are you speaking the same way? You're the
king, he is the vizier, you should have different
speech.
It's his fault!
You've added these dialogues?
I've been investigating for 2 years to write each
dialogue. It's not a matter of fooling around. Mr
Reyhani?
Yes, sir.
I'll arrange this shot somehow.
You take the screenplay and write down the king
and vizier's dialogues in 2 separate sheets
and have them learn the dialogues by heart.
Give me the screenplay.
Do you ask me for the screenplay?
It's in the car. Go and take it.
Go away. You got me crazy.
What the hell do I have to do with them?
Bring some tea.
I say, my handwriting is beautiful. Believe me.
I've even taken some courses. I love movie making
too.
If you really busy, I can give you a hand write them for
you.
Well, come and write them.
Write what?
The king's dialogues in one sheet and the vizier's in
another.
say, where can I buy some cigarettes nearby?
Behind that door there are a lot of cigarette sellers.
OK. You go ahead.
Cut
You?
I'm Majid.
What are you doing here?
Huh... as I have a beautiful handwriting, that gentleman...
Get away with you. Jump out. I'm to wash the car.
I... I must write this. You wash it, I sir here.
What a surprise! You're silent.
On Wednesday morning, 16th of RAjAB month, we
set out for France..
Seems to me Grandma is back.
He's put me in such a mess I can't stand it any
longer.
Hello Grandma. Welcome home
Look what have you done to your sister, look what
you're doing.
I'm ashamed to face Mr Kamal.
Grandma, well...
It's either you or your books that makes trouble.
Here's Mr Kamal's book.
What! Have you found it, my dear?
Yes.
And what about the cheque?
I'm sorry. I'll found it.
Why did you go to ROBAT?
I'll move heaven and earth to find it.
Has your father come back yet?
Yes.
May I ask you to call him?
Daddy, daddy.
What is it?
Someone asking for you.
Who's that?
They boy looking for the changed book.
OK
6.350.000 Rials.
So you are the clever one who took the book from
the car and made all these troubles! What's the
matter with the book?
I took the cheque and put it some place safe. I'll
fetch it now
But you who are in love with art and literature
Here, please!
Thanks a lot.
You're welcome. It's the way that the boys are:
troubles, troubles and only troubles.
Maryam, Fakhry, come on here for help!
Throw it, throw it.
I did put it between the pages... No, on the book!
Ali, where's the cheque?
No, I didn't know
What is the cheque?
Throw it!
I've looked for it all over the room, but I didn't find it.
Well, congratulations. Did you tell her what this little
shit has done to me?
In which mess I'm now?
Yes, I did.
Did you? No, you didn't. if you told, you must have
done it in a way not to hurt the old witch. I know you!
These rubbishes Are dearer to you than I am.
What can this poor woman do?
do? Tell me! What?
You're right. They're poor and I'm the happy one.
How do you expect me to get along with you and
your damned family?
I just wanna know what wrong they have done to you.
What else did you expect? Do you want me to thank
them
for their destroying my life? For ruining me, for
making me cancel the agreement, pay damages, for
leaving me penniless?
Go and tell these to them. Go and insult them, hit
them, set them on fire. I can't stand it anymore.
I'll be back in a minute.
Just a look.
I won't let you, I won't.Get away! Get away!
Excuse me, I've something to do here. Sorry!
Go, go. If you're busy, go. Will you ever stop
troubling me? You're free to do whatever you want.
Go!
Grandma!
Excuse me, Miss Maryam. May I see. You're
magazine?
Here you are.
Page 25, 25. I was sure about it. Look! That's my
poem and that's my photo. Let me tell you that you
are in front of a poet
whose poem and photo have been published in the
magazine. Good for you, good for you
Thanks a lot. Here you are. My regards, bye.
Dear sir, 10 please. No only 5 for the moment. And
here's
And here's the money.
This, too, is for you. Read page 25.
Asghar, Asghar... Hello sir.
Where have you been till now? Again fooling
around? Who let you sleep here and make
troubles?
Asghar...
Asghar? He was wrong to do so. Did you allow him?
I don't want you anymore here.
This job's too low for me, anyway
Published?
Later.
Pay me my wage. I'm leaving.
I needn't pay you anything. You are even on debt.
Get knotted!
He had to cancel the agreement.
What must I do? What can I do?
That's what's most annoyed him.
Any way out?
Mr Kamal, Mr Kamal, Grandma's come to see you.
Come down a minute please.
Don't you see I'm busy? Most important news!
They've published both my photo and my poem.
I'm glad. But abiding by some things is a lot more
important than this important news
How can you justify what you've done in the library?
Who told you that?
Wasn't it a theft?
Who told me about it? The girl who'd taken the
changed book.
They made JEAN VALJEAN mount the chariot of
the
condemned ones.
I'm really ashamed, Mr Kamal. I know how much
damage
The other day, we went to the house of the
gentleman who'd found the check in the book,
but unfortunately he's lost it.
I can't afford compensating your damages.
But I'm ready to sell this little house of mine if you
want me to
I'd rather be homeless than... what's done cannot
be undone
Mr Kamal. The shame's mine, the annoyance yours.
I've got tired, tell me what to do. There's nothing
else I can do.
Say something. Show me a way. I say, you're right
to hit him.
You'd be right even if you called me bad names or
shout at me. Now he's a man, I'm no match for him.
I'm helpless.
With your silence? Stop it please. Say something,
show me a way.
Farewell, Madam.
Kamal, Kamal, Kamal
Where have you been Grandma? Look here! Didn't
I tell you?
Here's my poem and here's your Majid's photo.
You in the magazine?
You who are less sensible than this goat?
Leave me alone! You're of on use to me let alone
your photo.
I can't bear either of you. All I'm suffering is for your
sake.
Are you a man now? A gentleman? Just because
you have a moustache?
A man must behave like a man. To help with the
household, to relive me from my pains,
not to cause pain, Not to cause pain, to burn, to
destroy.
I've brought you up the best I could to be a help to
me
not to burn me, to destroy me, To be humiliated
without being able to reply.
How long must I suffer because of you? Am I guilty
for bringing you up?
Dear Grandma, how much shall I undergo
humiliation by you all?
By you, by Mr Kamal, by my sister, by my boss.
How much do must I pay damages? What a big
offence I've committed?
They've published my poem and photo, but nobody
wants to notice it.
How much is 6.350.000 Rials? I'll pay it. I'll pay it.
How are you gonna pay that? How?
Even if you distribute bread, to be all your life, you
won't earn that much.
Now that it's so, I'm gonna get lost, die.
Now that I'm of one use to you, I show no sympathy
to you, I'm a burden to you,
well, I better leave you so that you won't be
humiliated for me.
I'm not gonna get back any more. I'm not a man if I
come back
I'll go somewhere in which I'm useful. Isn't there a
divine essence in each man? Oh yes there is, dear
Grandma.
JEAN VALJEAN didn't deserve all that torment. He
was never understood by the society nor was
shown any tenderness;
Oh yes Grandma, where the Grandma are like that,
what can one expect from the others?
Yes he also was humiliated. His poem and photo
were published but nobody took notice of them. Oh
yes Grandma,
JEAN VALJEAN didn't deserve all that torment. No,
he didn't. He didn't, you see?
Majid, Majid.
(A love elegy)
All these books, papers and magazine have driven
him mad.
He's completely lost. I can't control him. Advise him
like he's your own son.
He's out of my control too. He pays no attention to
what I say. And he's rude to me.
In any way you are his senior and he's more likely to
listen to you. Tell him, "what kind of life are you
leading?
All day wandering around in the street, in the stores,
here, there and everywhere. You know what are
people backbiting you?"
Let's see what happens. I'll talk it over with him.
I count on you.
I'll do my beast.
Asghar, I'm going. If this lad comes here, tell him to
go home for sleeping to be here early morning.
All right
where on earth are you? You know what you are
aiming at?
The boss wants to have a talk with you tomorrow
morning. He's very angry with you and so is
grandma.
I don't know if a baker can be a poet or a poet a
baker.
Well, I don't know either... if a singer can be a baker
or a baker be a singer.
Occupation is different from preoccupation. I say
occupation is different from preoccupation.
They're two things.
Not always. They can be one and the same, like the
master
This is your bed and this is your dinner, only for
tonight.
The kid Who abandons his home and then comes
feeling proud of what he has done, is better not
come at all. How proud he feels!
Nobody's asked you to come. You think you're a
man just because of wearing moustache?
Then sure you must feel being proud!
Look! They've published both my photo and poem.
Do read it.
Shall I read?
I'm a bird, the sky's my poem.
No other bread on my table but my poem.
I did feel bitter but now bliss. As my tongue's trolling
my poem.
Beautiful. Why an artist while alive is not esteemed?
What Heart-rending a pain for an artist to be
underestimated.
Bravo! Well compounded! I wish you a brilliant
future.
Let me help you.
Thanks a lot. It's kind of you.
Don't mention it. Going somewhere, are you?
Yes, to the Poet's Society.
Really?
Do you fancy coming?
I attempted once, but they didn't let me in.
I hope this time they will.
Praise God for the Master's health.
Welcome, Master.
(Welcome chant)
We're honoured to have among us Master Etezazi.
Though not a poet, he has created valuable works
of art which equal great poet's works exhilarating
the human soul.
Master Etezazi, this high-ranking artist, active for
more than 60 years...
in the field of art has established a new school in the
art of engraving
he has made a present of one of his precious
works to the Society for which we express our
gratitude. Now we'd like him to deliver a speech
I thank you all poets for your hospitality and ask God
for your health.
I'll never forgot this occasion.
I have little to say whereas there are youths who
Have a lot which deserve attention.
One of them is my new friend, Majid, whom I asked
to come and read us his poems.
My poem, together with my photo,
has been published in the magazine. This poem like
blood in my veins running,
Is a vital breath in my throat flowing,
Though to my poem I'm wholly chained, hardly can I
imaging without it living,
Tomorrow's sorrow makes me sleepless, inner in
my heart lonely restless,
I'm a river driver by the moon, Don't let the River
end in lagoon
,. My heart's a young lonely tree, Art and poetry are
river to me, Far from it I'm weak 'n feeble,
Drinking its water greater I'll be, That's all.
We really enjoyed it.
Majid, your poem's great, specially at your age.
Thanks a lot.
Now I want to give you a present.
It's a rocket, ballistic one. Here you are!
A precious check. Almost 6.000.00Rials.
Was it found?
May you pass this magazine to Mr. Feridani?
Which gentleman?
What? What do you say?
Look! My picture's on TV.
Your picture? Where's it?
It's gone.
Kidding?
It's too short.
Once you've finished the work, take a loaf of fresh
bread for home.
But...
Do as you're told.
Do go. Bye.
Good bye.
Master.
Hello.
Did you watch TV last night?
No, I was working.
They showed you and me also a little. But you were
shown quite long time.
Where they shooting?
Didn't you notice them? They had plenty of stuff.
I've brought you fresh bread, Master.
Thanks.
Here you are. Be sure.
Hello. 100 Grs of cheese please. I'll pay it in cash.
Who is it?
Open it please.
Hello.
Hello, My Majid, the man of my household, my
breadwinner.
It's kind of you.
- A poet's mood must suit his poems. I was
disappointed...
take it as it is.
By the by, are you going to the post office, Majid?
Yeah, Yeah. How good you reminded me.
Then, wait a minute. I've got a letter for Grandma
I bring it now.
Majid, tell haji Ghanbari to call me on. Take care of
This bike as it's your own. It's wobbling.
All right sir. So, I'm leaving Asghar.
Majid?
What's up?
Nothing. By.
Oh, no heart suffering like mine
cinnamon, tea, split peas, grass peas and beans,
please.
I hope you don't want them on credit.
You're not to travel, were you?
Maesoomeh is ill: I'll visit her and the relatives too.
Please
throw these sheets of paper into the bin, dear.
Do you have to go to the village every year?
Any way out, dear? If not, I'll become sick
(A text about bread and the baker)
By the way, I'll leave you some money to spend for
these
poor little birds and also some money the goat's
fodder. Take care of them, it's hot.
And who's gonna care for poor Majid and give him
money?
You aren't a poor thing. You are already a man who
is earning his living.
You should help me with some pennies.
I'm broke and have a lot of things to pay for.
You have nothing to pay for. You'll go to your sister's
for Meals and sleep and give her a hand.
You'll have her wash your dirty clothes. Don't eat
out.
Watch the house two of three times a day and water
the garden. Be considerate of Mr. Kamal not to
scold...
...your sister.
My God! He has drowned himself. It's a story book
Grandma.
So I've been telling you a story when talking
about watering the garden and feeding the poor
animals
"THE MISERABLE" Grandma! I'll be back in a
minute.
Majid! I'll be back in a minute
OK, OK I'll be considerate of Mr Kamal.
I know about my expenses and expenditures.
Me to! I have the bill as well!
(Arguing about a bill) Asadollah, I wanna read the
rest of this book.
Give it to me.
I took five last year and one this year...
Give me this book to read!
Book? Leave us alone. I'm busy.
You're wrong! Nothing's wrong with my job.
Asadollah, Give me the rest of this book.
This isn't a bookstore!
This book, look! This, This.
It's torn apart. It's of no use to you. We've paid for it.
I know. I'll bring it back. I'll fetch you all waste paper
we've got at home too.
If you took 12, it would be all right. That's why I'd
rather give and take a receipt.
Mash Asadollah, I wanna know why this fellow's
drowned himself. Human beings are of the same
body.
Come on, take it! You're playing on my nerves!
Haven't you forgotten anything?
No dear. MAJID. What have you gone up for?
I'm busy, pretty busy.
I'm going. It's getting late.
Is this your way of seeing grandma off?
Sorry, sorry. It's a matter of death and life.
Look who I'm entrusting this house to?
Don't worry Grandma! I'll look after it.
Give my regards to Ms Maesoomeh
and tell Hossein to call me on it summer
All right, all right.
Grandma!
Excuse me Mr Kamal, Have you got the book "THE
MISERABLE"?
What?
"THE MISERABLE".
Majid, my dear fetch me a bowl of icy water. Don't
pour much water in it, please.
Very well.
Thanks a lot.
Sit down and have something.
No thinks. I must go.
Wait a moment.
I'm busy.
Just a moment. Rake this lest you get hungry.
OK.
Take it.
So long!
So long!
Hello, miss.
Hello. May I help you?
I want a book.
We have no book suitable for you.
Don't you have? You mean you have nothing by
Erich Kostner, Victor Hugo, Alexandre Dumas,
George Orwell, Frantz Fanon,
Jules Verne, Jack London, Jose Maoro, De
Ascuslos?
Well, what do you want?
"THE MISERABLE" 8/155 H & 555 B.
You mean both volumes?
Yes, indeed.
Take care of it.
Sure ma'am. I'm used to taking care of books.
And I, too, am used to telling everybody to take care
of books.
Excuse me, miss. May I take them home to read?
As I'm used to reading aloud, and it's impossible
here, I'd rather take them home.
Unless you are a member, you can't take book's
home. Take a seat and read it right here. Go ahead.
Only these two candies were left.
There are some here.
I just wanted them for you.
Shall we have lunch together, dad?
No, thanks.
Excuse me, sir. Have you got the book "THE
MISERABLE'?
NO, we don't.
Do you have "THE MISERABLE"?
Who's the author?
VICTOR HUGO.
Yes, you're right.
Can you, please, tell me if you have it or not?
I don't know. My dad's out
The Miserables, The Unhappy Ones, The
Unfortunate Ones
The Hungry Ones... for 8000 rials.
Oh generous librarian,
dear and honey. Who are not always thinking of
money?
The half-read book I want to borrow
Learnin' worthy points will end my sorrow That's all.
What's your name?
Majid. Majid...
...the well-versed in poetry, calligrapher, who's
searching for knowledge...
...working as baker.
Mr Majid I can't lend you the book to take home.
Bring a photo, fill in from, give me the 500
Rial-receipt and get your
membership card.
But Madam it's a pity we let such books lie idle here.
You better -allow me to take them home. I'll bring
them back.
I repeat: photo, form, card, receipt, I.D. photocopy.
Hush!
But it's really a pity. They're wonderful.
(A nursery rhyme)
Again you? Don't touch!
How can I run over it without touching? How can I
know if my poem and photo are in it without running
over?
Your photo? Why must it be in the magazine?
What do you know!
Here you are!
8000 Rials.
Round it up to be something
I've already done it.
I intended to give you 7500 Rials. Try to waste less.
Hello!
Thank you. Mr. Kamal has gone to the society.
I wanted to go with him.
He waited for you fairly long. He said you could join
him there.
Well, thanks. Bye.
Take care. Bye.
Hello Mr Fereidani!
Hello!
How are you?
Fine, thanks.
Here you are!
This is the same 6,350,000 Rials, man! Take it. I
don't want it.
But I've sold them.
How the hell have you sold them? Impossible to sell
at this price.
Take it back.
Do you think these books sell?
What do you mean?
Can you imagine anyone like us paying for such
things?
It was from the government and I took the occasion.
That's why I don't wanna sell' em, pal. You're
playing shrewdness.
You swindled me out of the books and now you're
monkeying about the money.
You're wrong. Don't exaggerate it
What do you mean I'm wrong? And the date is the
23rd.
What's all this fuss about? You'll cash it in two days.
But I need the cash right now.
I'm a poet myself.
I've been told not to let the children in. they make
noises and trouble.
A fine thing! To you am I a child? Please you go and
call Mr Kamal Fereidani here.
I'm to work here and to stay here. Get away now!
When are you leaving then?
Tomorrow or the day after tomorrow.
How long for?
Thirty, forty days.
I'll tell you how has it elapsed One day on loving in
and other.
The other on abandoning has elapsed
In the previous session, Controversial opinions were
expressed about these verses by
Some friends of ours. In one of his old books,
Mr Fereidani has discussed this matter.
You see this? Huh?
Mr. Fereidani, please
Mr editor-in-chief, don't you feel responsible to the
fact that one
Of the country's poets is not allowed to enter his one
house, the Circle of poets?
Pardon, sir?
Yes, sir.
Anything you want me to do?
Huh?
Anything wrong? You need help?
Nope.
Bye then.
Bye.
Hello.
Hello Majid.
Here you are.
Here you are.
Thanks a lot.
What's wrong with you? How gluttonous and rude
you have become!
"poor things" said she "poor things" to these cheeky
animals.
You better be quiet! We should retrench our
expenditure till grandma's coming back.
. Lots of other things I have to spend on.
Eat, eat, idiot! The more you eat, eat, idiot! The
more you eat, the father you get and the
sooner you'll be killed.
Majid!
Make them shut up! We're fed up with their noises.
OK
Don't touch them!
If I don't, how can I know whether my photo is in it or
not?
I'm telling you not to touch.
It won't be damaged!
(A popular old song)
(A popular old song)
Good for you Asghar!
Majid, sorrowless heart's not in the world of being,
if there is any; it is not of human being.
Really, good for you! You have no concern: neither
poem, photo
magazine book nor great expectations.
Actually never do things match...
You should have been the son of a wealthy fellow
so that...
...you do nothing but spend money
How much do you need?
I know you don't have it.
I'm glad you know it.
Ready? Smile! My sister doesn't
Grandma must have asked her not to. Huh?
You are too hasty in getting everything you want;
haste makes waste, you know?
If I had it. I would read that book. Only if... cause I'm
broke... Could Jean,...
Valjean act differently? Seized by misery
He gradually...
Anything I can do for you, Mr. Kamal?
No
Majid, Majid.
Been to Kamal's room?
Me?
Yeah.
Won't you stay for breakfast?
No, I'm late. Bye.
Goodbye.
Thank you very much.
Here you are, I'll bring it back.
Here you are, I'll bring it back.
Excuse me, sir, may I have a look at page 25?
The ship does not stop. The wind is blowing.
That ship cannot avoid the dark oath extended
before it. It passes, disappears,...
...appears, submerges, then emerges from the
middle of the sea...
...someone asks for help, but he is not heard.
The ship breaks through the storm. He spreads his
arms apart
The sailors and passengers do not even notice the
sinking man...
Hello, Haji! I want some millet for this.
I'm talking to you!
It's closed.
Excuse me, but tomorrow is holiday, I really
apologize.
We fixed working hours. Why have we put this here,
then? Give me your card.
Hurry up!
I'm terribly sorry.
If seed or stone could ever think, they would
indubitably...
think as Jean Valjean did. All these things
please don't mention it.
Thank you, sister.
Come and have something to refresh you.
Disappeared! Where have I put it? What must I do?
Vanished!
What are you looking for?
Disappeared! Where have I put it? What must I do?
Vanished!
What are you looking for?
What are you looking for?
"Thohfat-ol-Hind".
- The book! I've put the 6.300.000 Rial
cheque... between its pages. Now neither can be
found.
- What? Isn't there?
What the hell can I do?
What's become of the book you took from Kamal's
room...
this morning?
What? Book? Me?
I... tomorrow...
...no it's holiday, after tomorrow...
Oh, how terrible!
I've got to tell him or he can't sleep till morning.
Don't look for it! I've lent it to someone
I've told him a thousand times that my books are if
no use to you
I don't see why the hell he is here for?
What's the matter, then?
What's the matter? What would you expect it to be?
Instead of...
siding with me you're backing him up.
I'm gonna give him a good lesson.
For God's sake, forgive him!
Has he escaped? Huh? Let him escape if he can!
He's promised to bring it back.
Promise? Damn it! This is my home and it must be
safe, which...
is not. Why must he always be here?
You forgotten he's my brother?
Must I stand your brother? Is here an orphanage?
...If you were kind enough to him... You aren't fair!
- Where are you going?
- "Thohfat-ol-Hind", the cheque! I must know what's
gone on.
Hi!
Again in trouble?
I've run away from Kamal.
I couldn't stand staying alone at home either.
Something one is afraid when staying alone
It doesn't mean I'm afraid.
Not afraid, you just fear!
By the way, did you eat dinner yet?
Let me help you now, we gonna have it later
What have you done with the cheque? Where's my
book? Where's my life?
Where have you put my money?
Mr Kamal!
Calm!
It's a mistake.
Come down, Come down,...
Set me free.
Mr Kamal!
What have you done with it?
Set me free.
I'll kill you, I'll kill you.
Set him free, you are killing him
I'll kill you! As long as the cheque is lost
you'll be treated the...
same way. Don't forget the cheque and the book
(The sound of TV)
You better leave! I've already got the beating. Don't
let it worsen
I've brought dinner.
You haven't come to any harm, have you?
Do human society have such a right? Is such cruel
attitude by the society not out of justice realm?
It is always the same story
These little living beings, these creatures of God are
seized by the crawls
of events, lacking resort, support and guide.
Now let's go and wash your hands and face, you
wounded Jean Valjean.
Now let's go and wash your hands and face
you wounded Jean Valjean.
Now let's go and wash your hands and face
you wounded Jean Valjean.
Jean Valjean does know it well he was not an
innocent man punished unfairly. He acknowledged
he had acted wrongly
But Jean Valjean did not deserve such penalty
Asghar, Asghar, the policeman.
Asghar.
Hello, Mr Moradi.
Wake up, pal. It's late.
Good morning, Mr Moradi.
Good morning! Who's this guy? A guest of yours?
No, he's Majid, my workmate.
Where's your tea?
Do come in. I'm gonna prepare it.
I've become homesick in this city
(A love elegy)
Excuse me, sir! I'd like to talk to the librarian, please
Today's holiday. Nobody's here.
I know. I just want her address.
The door's open. Come on in.
Hello.
Hello.
Excuse me, I'd like to see the librarian lady
She's out.
You know... I've left... an important note... hum...
in the book.
I know it's holiday... but I must find it.
Take a seat and get yourself and me two cups of
tea!
Do sit down.
The generous librarian, dear and honey, doesn't
work... on holidays.
By the way, what was the rest of your poem?
It wasn't a poem, just an improvisation.
Indeed your poem was good. Really beautiful, very
good actually
. Are you interested in poetry?
Yes, I work in the bakery, too.
It's very good, I believe. So, you're a businessman.
Is the librarian lady your daughter?
Yes she is.
And what do you do yourself?
Me?
What's your name?
Majid.
I'll recommend you to my daughter, Majid.
Well, thanks. But don't mention her about that
matter.
Don't worry. It's just between you and me.
Asghar, Asghar, Asghar.
What? What's up? What's do you say?
Nothing.
Wow! Why hasn't the magazine arrived yet?
It should already have been here.
Would you be kind enough to forgive their being
late?
Please get away with you, lest you'll get a big
beating!
We can't block the amount of the
cheque unless the holder of the account is here.
But the holder is away and may not back in 40 days.
We can't do anything for you until he comes.
Thursday? Oh, yes
Late on Thursday a young girl came and borrowed
it.
Don't be worried. Help him if you can, dear
daughter.
Don't you have any address of hers, miss?
Hello.
Hello.
Darani's house?
Yes, it is.
May I speak to Miss Maryam?
Pardon?
Huh... in our library, a book...
Maryam, Maryam.
Yes.
Come here
What does this gentleman mean?
Hello.
Hello, it's about the book that's changed in the
library.
Oh, yes. But it wasn't "The Miserables", it was
something else.
My father found it useless to me and took it with
him.
Took it? Where to?
To ROBAT.
Robat? Ah yes, Robat. How can I find them?
They're taking film. You can easily find them.
Excuse me, sir. Where are the film crew?
There they are!
A group of statesmen, tradesmen, high ranking
officials are...
...furious against this ignoble army of rufians who
call themselves poets,
writers and artists, and disturb the order of...
...the society. You, the Grand Vizier,
which measures have you taken in this regard?
the society. You, the Grand Vizie
Long life to his Majesty, some measures have
already been taken
but it is too early to expect any result.
Why are you holding the dialogue sheet?
For 3 days I've been trying to give him
the dialogue sheet but he was always out.
I went 2 or 3 time to his house from 12 to one
o'clock in the morning to read the dialogue,
but he was never home.
Why haven't you learnt it by heart? What about you
But you know that we have a trial.
Where are the feelings gone? And the passion in
acting?
To me all's your fault Mr Reyhani.
I've always said to make copies of the screenplay,
but they didn't.
Everything is tumbling down!
Another take!
You are wearing a watch? Don't laugh, or I'll make
you breathe your last!
Look at this guy with his jeans and Adidas! Take it in
medium shot!
Why are you speaking the same way? You're the
king, he is the vizier, you should have different
speech.
It's his fault!
You've added these dialogues?
I've been investigating for 2 years to write each
dialogue. It's not a matter of fooling around. Mr
Reyhani?
Yes, sir.
I'll arrange this shot somehow.
You take the screenplay and write down the king
and vizier's dialogues in 2 separate sheets
and have them learn the dialogues by heart.
Give me the screenplay.
Do you ask me for the screenplay?
It's in the car. Go and take it.
Go away. You got me crazy.
What the hell do I have to do with them?
Bring some tea.
I say, my handwriting is beautiful. Believe me.
I've even taken some courses. I love movie making
too.
If you really busy, I can give you a hand write them for
you.
Well, come and write them.
Write what?
The king's dialogues in one sheet and the vizier's in
another.
say, where can I buy some cigarettes nearby?
Behind that door there are a lot of cigarette sellers.
OK. You go ahead.
Cut
You?
I'm Majid.
What are you doing here?
Huh... as I have a beautiful handwriting, that gentleman...
Get away with you. Jump out. I'm to wash the car.
I... I must write this. You wash it, I sir here.
What a surprise! You're silent.
On Wednesday morning, 16th of RAjAB month, we
set out for France..
Seems to me Grandma is back.
He's put me in such a mess I can't stand it any
longer.
Hello Grandma. Welcome home
Look what have you done to your sister, look what
you're doing.
I'm ashamed to face Mr Kamal.
Grandma, well...
It's either you or your books that makes trouble.
Here's Mr Kamal's book.
What! Have you found it, my dear?
Yes.
And what about the cheque?
I'm sorry. I'll found it.
Why did you go to ROBAT?
I'll move heaven and earth to find it.
Has your father come back yet?
Yes.
May I ask you to call him?
Daddy, daddy.
What is it?
Someone asking for you.
Who's that?
They boy looking for the changed book.
OK
6.350.000 Rials.
So you are the clever one who took the book from
the car and made all these troubles! What's the
matter with the book?
I took the cheque and put it some place safe. I'll
fetch it now
But you who are in love with art and literature
Here, please!
Thanks a lot.
You're welcome. It's the way that the boys are:
troubles, troubles and only troubles.
Maryam, Fakhry, come on here for help!
Throw it, throw it.
I did put it between the pages... No, on the book!
Ali, where's the cheque?
No, I didn't know
What is the cheque?
Throw it!
I've looked for it all over the room, but I didn't find it.
Well, congratulations. Did you tell her what this little
shit has done to me?
In which mess I'm now?
Yes, I did.
Did you? No, you didn't. if you told, you must have
done it in a way not to hurt the old witch. I know you!
These rubbishes Are dearer to you than I am.
What can this poor woman do?
do? Tell me! What?
You're right. They're poor and I'm the happy one.
How do you expect me to get along with you and
your damned family?
I just wanna know what wrong they have done to you.
What else did you expect? Do you want me to thank
them
for their destroying my life? For ruining me, for
making me cancel the agreement, pay damages, for
leaving me penniless?
Go and tell these to them. Go and insult them, hit
them, set them on fire. I can't stand it anymore.
I'll be back in a minute.
Just a look.
I won't let you, I won't.Get away! Get away!
Excuse me, I've something to do here. Sorry!
Go, go. If you're busy, go. Will you ever stop
troubling me? You're free to do whatever you want.
Go!
Grandma!
Excuse me, Miss Maryam. May I see. You're
magazine?
Here you are.
Page 25, 25. I was sure about it. Look! That's my
poem and that's my photo. Let me tell you that you
are in front of a poet
whose poem and photo have been published in the
magazine. Good for you, good for you
Thanks a lot. Here you are. My regards, bye.
Dear sir, 10 please. No only 5 for the moment. And
here's
And here's the money.
This, too, is for you. Read page 25.
Asghar, Asghar... Hello sir.
Where have you been till now? Again fooling
around? Who let you sleep here and make
troubles?
Asghar...
Asghar? He was wrong to do so. Did you allow him?
I don't want you anymore here.
This job's too low for me, anyway
Published?
Later.
Pay me my wage. I'm leaving.
I needn't pay you anything. You are even on debt.
Get knotted!
He had to cancel the agreement.
What must I do? What can I do?
That's what's most annoyed him.
Any way out?
Mr Kamal, Mr Kamal, Grandma's come to see you.
Come down a minute please.
Don't you see I'm busy? Most important news!
They've published both my photo and my poem.
I'm glad. But abiding by some things is a lot more
important than this important news
How can you justify what you've done in the library?
Who told you that?
Wasn't it a theft?
Who told me about it? The girl who'd taken the
changed book.
They made JEAN VALJEAN mount the chariot of
the
condemned ones.
I'm really ashamed, Mr Kamal. I know how much
damage
The other day, we went to the house of the
gentleman who'd found the check in the book,
but unfortunately he's lost it.
I can't afford compensating your damages.
But I'm ready to sell this little house of mine if you
want me to
I'd rather be homeless than... what's done cannot
be undone
Mr Kamal. The shame's mine, the annoyance yours.
I've got tired, tell me what to do. There's nothing
else I can do.
Say something. Show me a way. I say, you're right
to hit him.
You'd be right even if you called me bad names or
shout at me. Now he's a man, I'm no match for him.
I'm helpless.
With your silence? Stop it please. Say something,
show me a way.
Farewell, Madam.
Kamal, Kamal, Kamal
Where have you been Grandma? Look here! Didn't
I tell you?
Here's my poem and here's your Majid's photo.
You in the magazine?
You who are less sensible than this goat?
Leave me alone! You're of on use to me let alone
your photo.
I can't bear either of you. All I'm suffering is for your
sake.
Are you a man now? A gentleman? Just because
you have a moustache?
A man must behave like a man. To help with the
household, to relive me from my pains,
not to cause pain, Not to cause pain, to burn, to
destroy.
I've brought you up the best I could to be a help to
me
not to burn me, to destroy me, To be humiliated
without being able to reply.
How long must I suffer because of you? Am I guilty
for bringing you up?
Dear Grandma, how much shall I undergo
humiliation by you all?
By you, by Mr Kamal, by my sister, by my boss.
How much do must I pay damages? What a big
offence I've committed?
They've published my poem and photo, but nobody
wants to notice it.
How much is 6.350.000 Rials? I'll pay it. I'll pay it.
How are you gonna pay that? How?
Even if you distribute bread, to be all your life, you
won't earn that much.
Now that it's so, I'm gonna get lost, die.
Now that I'm of one use to you, I show no sympathy
to you, I'm a burden to you,
well, I better leave you so that you won't be
humiliated for me.
I'm not gonna get back any more. I'm not a man if I
come back
I'll go somewhere in which I'm useful. Isn't there a
divine essence in each man? Oh yes there is, dear
Grandma.
JEAN VALJEAN didn't deserve all that torment. He
was never understood by the society nor was
shown any tenderness;
Oh yes Grandma, where the Grandma are like that,
what can one expect from the others?
Yes he also was humiliated. His poem and photo
were published but nobody took notice of them. Oh
yes Grandma,
JEAN VALJEAN didn't deserve all that torment. No,
he didn't. He didn't, you see?
Majid, Majid.
(A love elegy)
All these books, papers and magazine have driven
him mad.
He's completely lost. I can't control him. Advise him
like he's your own son.
He's out of my control too. He pays no attention to
what I say. And he's rude to me.
In any way you are his senior and he's more likely to
listen to you. Tell him, "what kind of life are you
leading?
All day wandering around in the street, in the stores,
here, there and everywhere. You know what are
people backbiting you?"
Let's see what happens. I'll talk it over with him.
I count on you.
I'll do my beast.
Asghar, I'm going. If this lad comes here, tell him to
go home for sleeping to be here early morning.
All right
where on earth are you? You know what you are
aiming at?
The boss wants to have a talk with you tomorrow
morning. He's very angry with you and so is
grandma.
I don't know if a baker can be a poet or a poet a
baker.
Well, I don't know either... if a singer can be a baker
or a baker be a singer.
Occupation is different from preoccupation. I say
occupation is different from preoccupation.
They're two things.
Not always. They can be one and the same, like the
master
This is your bed and this is your dinner, only for
tonight.
The kid Who abandons his home and then comes
feeling proud of what he has done, is better not
come at all. How proud he feels!
Nobody's asked you to come. You think you're a
man just because of wearing moustache?
Then sure you must feel being proud!
Look! They've published both my photo and poem.
Do read it.
Shall I read?
I'm a bird, the sky's my poem.
No other bread on my table but my poem.
I did feel bitter but now bliss. As my tongue's trolling
my poem.
Beautiful. Why an artist while alive is not esteemed?
What Heart-rending a pain for an artist to be
underestimated.
Bravo! Well compounded! I wish you a brilliant
future.
Let me help you.
Thanks a lot. It's kind of you.
Don't mention it. Going somewhere, are you?
Yes, to the Poet's Society.
Really?
Do you fancy coming?
I attempted once, but they didn't let me in.
I hope this time they will.
Praise God for the Master's health.
Welcome, Master.
(Welcome chant)
We're honoured to have among us Master Etezazi.
Though not a poet, he has created valuable works
of art which equal great poet's works exhilarating
the human soul.
Master Etezazi, this high-ranking artist, active for
more than 60 years...
in the field of art has established a new school in the
art of engraving
he has made a present of one of his precious
works to the Society for which we express our
gratitude. Now we'd like him to deliver a speech
I thank you all poets for your hospitality and ask God
for your health.
I'll never forgot this occasion.
I have little to say whereas there are youths who
Have a lot which deserve attention.
One of them is my new friend, Majid, whom I asked
to come and read us his poems.
My poem, together with my photo,
has been published in the magazine. This poem like
blood in my veins running,
Is a vital breath in my throat flowing,
Though to my poem I'm wholly chained, hardly can I
imaging without it living,
Tomorrow's sorrow makes me sleepless, inner in
my heart lonely restless,
I'm a river driver by the moon, Don't let the River
end in lagoon
,. My heart's a young lonely tree, Art and poetry are
river to me, Far from it I'm weak 'n feeble,
Drinking its water greater I'll be, That's all.
We really enjoyed it.
Majid, your poem's great, specially at your age.
Thanks a lot.
Now I want to give you a present.
It's a rocket, ballistic one. Here you are!
A precious check. Almost 6.000.00Rials.
Was it found?
May you pass this magazine to Mr. Feridani?
Which gentleman?
What? What do you say?
Look! My picture's on TV.
Your picture? Where's it?
It's gone.
Kidding?
It's too short.
Once you've finished the work, take a loaf of fresh
bread for home.
But...
Do as you're told.
Do go. Bye.
Good bye.
Master.
Hello.
Did you watch TV last night?
No, I was working.
They showed you and me also a little. But you were
shown quite long time.
Where they shooting?
Didn't you notice them? They had plenty of stuff.
I've brought you fresh bread, Master.
Thanks.
Here you are. Be sure.
Hello. 100 Grs of cheese please. I'll pay it in cash.
Who is it?
Open it please.
Hello.
Hello, My Majid, the man of my household, my
breadwinner.
It's kind of you.