i always say look on the bright side. you're in the small ghetto, intellectuals, professional people, you're better off than us. here, in the large ghetto, it's a cesspool. but you, you're living in monte carlo. you could say you're privileged and that, of course, goes against my principles. nevertheless.
ah, here. today's news from the other side.
no, i'm a socialist. i have brothers everywhere. they bring me news and food. we care about our fellow human beings. workers of the world unite.
the germans are advancing on kharkhov.
bad news, you crazy? you have no world view, wladek, that's your trouble. the news couldn't be better. the moment hitler invaded russia, i knew we'd be all right. remember napoleon. same business. the germans will freeze to death, please god.
you're an artist, wladek, you keep people's spirits up. you do enough.
you're too well known, wladek. and you know what? you musicians don't make good conspirators. you're too. too musical.
there are always notices going up.
majorek, this is the greatest pianist in poland, maybe in the whole world. wladyslaw szpilman. meet majorek.
majorek used to be in the army. brilliant man. he's got a mind like a searchlight. the only thing i've got against him is he's not a socialist. you'd better go now, wladek. it's nearly curfew. you see these, wladek? you know how many copies we print of our newspaper?
five hundred. you know how many people on average read one copy? twenty. that makes ten thousand readers. these will start the uprising. majorek hides them in his underpants. and leaves them in toilets.
wladek!
i thought you'd be off on tour, playing london, paris, new york?
i have to say you look terrible. what's the trouble?
rumours, rumours, you take it all too much to heart, wladek.
why didn't you come to me?
i'm not, but majorek is.
please, don't insult us. can you do something for him?
you see what a wonderful piece of luck you've had today? that's die historical imperative in action and that's why i always say, look on.