appreciate that !

Thanks !

The best thing we can do as watchers is to like this comment so people's experience of this isn't ruined!

thanks for this!

Bonjour. Puis-je vous écrire ?

je suis actuellement en train de faire un travaille académique dessus haha

"on the fly" ;-) love your comment a lot . greetings from Ukraine ! ;-)

The point it that it wasn't her bag! What an actress!

Not just that, what an incredible improvisational writer!

how could she relate? I think It was all about hit of the moment that indicates her intellect and genius. that's why the casting director ran after her to give her the role instant.

@@noobmasterolee1084 Obviously it was ready wit but everything she enacted is the story of every woman. All she did was relating to that emotion.

Avoid spoilers in the comments, please, many people read them before watching.

True.

Not to be rude, but no shit.

Me too :)

moi aussi

Elsa BarantonBartoli pareil avec madame athlan ?

She recites the first four lines of József Attila's poem titled "Kései sirató".

Thanks! I also wanted to know if she made up the language.

roby30 thank you! :)

Thanks!

It is a poet by Jozsef Attila. She told the first 4 line. Belated Lament My fever’s ever thirty-six degrees and still mother, you’re not with me. Like any loose, easy girl when called at will, You have lain down by Death’s side readily. From the gentle autumn landscape and many kind women I try to piece you together, But there’s no time left as the all-consuming fierce fire grows hotter. As I was returning home for the last time the wars had just ended, And in entangled and ruined Budapest Many shops were left breadless and empty. Crouching on train-roofs I brought you potatoes, While the sack was filled with millet already; Stubborn me, I had got a chicken for you, But you were nowhere to be. Your sweet breast and self you took away from me and gave them to the worms. My, how you consoled and chid your son, but see: False and deceitful were your kind words. As you blew on my soup, stirring it, you said: “You’re growing big for me, eat, my precious, eat”, But your empty lips taste oily dampness now - How greatly you misled me! If only I’d eaten you!.. You brought me your supper but did I ask for it? Why did you bend your back over the washing? That now in a box you should straighten it? See, I’d be glad if you would strike me once more, Now I’d be happy for I’d return your blow; You are worthless for you’re trying not to be, You spoil it all, you shadow. You’re a greater swindler than any woman who deceives and betrays. Stealthily you deserted your living faith You bore out of your loves amid your wails. You gipsy! what you have given, cajoling, In the final hour you stole back the lot. The child feels a quick impulse to swear; mother, don’t you hear it? Tell me off. Slowly light enters my mind and the legend has vanished like a dream. The child that clings to the love of his mother now realizes how silly he’s been. Deceit awaits him who’s born of a mother: He’s either deceived or to deceive he’ll try. If he struggles on, he’ll die of this but if he gives in, of that he’ll die.

+Ákos Dobrády really? I thought it was pure improvisation, just to make more impro on the line !

It was an improvisation. It was the only question unknown by the actress. She told it in an interview.