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Hail Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with you.
You are blessed among women. Blessed is the fruit of your womb, Jesus.
Holy Mary, pray for us sinners.
Pray for us sinners, now and in the hour of our death. Amen.
Sisters in humility, you missed prayer, and so did Sister Angelica, but she made full penance.
Instead you sinned in distraction, and you've missed an entire day of the festival.
I blame myself and ask for a punishment, and the harsher it is, the happier I will be, sister in humility.
Whoever arrives late to chapel must kneel and kiss the ground.
Say 20 prayers for the afflicted and enslaved, and for those in mortal sin. -With joy and zeal!
Lord Jesus, loving husband, I only want to please you. Now and in the hour of my death. Amen
Sister Lucilla, to work! Retire, and observe silence.
Because she made us laugh in chapel.
Sister Osmina, in church you had 2 red roses hidden in your sleeves. -Did not!
Sister, go to your cell! Don't delay, the *** in watching.
Queen of virgins, pray for her now!
And now, sisters in joy, because it pleases the Lord, and to return more joyfully to work, let us relax!
Oh sisters, a beam of sunlight in the courtyard!
Look where it hits the trees!
The sun in the courtyard begins three days of the golden fountain!
It's true, we will soon see the golden water!
And for two more evenings as well!
It's May! The beautiful smile of our Lady that comes with the sun...Queen of Mercy, thank you.
-Mother, may I have permission to speak? -Only if you speak of holy and beautiful things.
-What grace of the *** are the sisters celebrating? -A resplendent sign from the goodness of God!
For only 3 nights a year, when we leave chapel...
-God gives us light that turns the fountain gold! -And the other nights?
Either the sun is too high, or the sun has already set.
A year has passed, and we've lost a sister.
Oh sisters is pious work, while the water is golden, let's pour some over the tomb of Bianca Rosa!
Yes, the sister who is resting would certainly desire it!
Desires are the flowers of the living, they do not bloom in the realm of the dead.
Because the *** Mother, in her goodness, freely anticipates desires,
Before a desire can bloom, the Mother of all mothers has granted it.
Oh sisters, death is the beautiful life!
But we the living cannot have any desires.
If they are lighthearted and innocent, why not? Don't you have any desires?
I don't! -Me either! -I don't!
I do, I confess
Sweet Lord, you know in the world, I was a shepherdess.
For 5 years I haven't seen a lamb! Lord, do I offend you if I say I'd like to see a little one?
I'd like to caress it, pet its soft wool, hear its gentle bleat.
If I have sinned, I offer the Miserere Mei.
Forgive me, Lord, you who are the Lamb of God.
I have a desire also!
Sister, we know your desire!
Something good to eat! A juicy fruit!
Gluttony is a grave sin! She's so greedy.
Sister Angelica, and you? Do you have any desires?
Me? No, sister.
May Jesus forgive her! She's told a dreadful lie!
We know a her great desire is to hear from her family.
It's been more than 7 years that she's been in the convent with no news.
She seems resigned, but is tormented.
In the world she was rich, according to the Abbess.
She was noble, a princess! She was forced to take the veil.
It was a punishment. -Why? -Who knows?
Sister Angelica, listen!
Oh Nursing sister, what's happened? Tell me!
Sister Chiara was out back trimming the rosebushes.
Suddenly a nest of wasps came out and stung her face!
Now she's crying in her cell, ah sister! Calm the pain that torments her!
Poor thing!
Wait a moment! I have an herbal remedy
Sister Angelica always has a good remedy made from flowers. She knows the herbs to calm every pain.
Here: Use the liquid from the plant to bathe the infection. And with this, make a potion.
Tell Sister Chiara that it will be very bitter, but it will make her better.
And also tell her that wasp stings are only a little pain.
And that if she keeps crying, it only makes the pain worse.
I will tell her, thank you, sister!
I'm here to serve.
Hail Mary! Amen!
Good haul tonight, sister portress!
Olive oil! Hazelnuts!
-Good with bread and salt! -Sister!
-For you, greedy sister!
A branch of raspberries! Have some, sisters!
Oh, If I took one, I'd be torturing her! -No, take some!
-Who is visiting the parlor tonight? -No one
Outside there is a wealthy carriage!
What did you say, sister? A carriage outside? Wealthy?
It must be noble people! Soon we will hear the bell signaling a guest in the parlor!
Ah, tell me sister, what did the carriage look like? Did it have an ivory branch on it?
And inside, a blue velvet seat, embroidered with silver?
I don't know, sister, I only saw a wealthy carriage.
She's turning pale...and now red! Poor thing, she's trembling!
She hopes its someone from her family.
A visit in the parlor! For whom? Maybe for me! Maybe it's my mother bringing two white turtledoves!
Oh holy Mother, read my heart! Show me the smile of the Savior!
Oh sister in love! We all pray that the visitor outside is for you!
Dearest sister! Thank you.
Mother, speak! Who is it? It's been seven years that I've been waiting...
I've been waiting for a word, a note.
I've offered everything to the *** in full atonement.
Offer her now the anxiety that discomposes you.
Mother, I am serene and submissive.
Your aunt, the princess, has come to see you.
In the parlor, complete obedience is required.
Every word that you speak is heard by the ***.
The *** may hear me. So be it.
The Prince Gualtiero, your father, and the Princess Clara, your mother...
When they died 20 years ago, they entrusted to me their children and all of the family assets.
I was to divide it fairly, with full justice.
And this I have done, Here is the document, you may read it, study it, and sign it.
After seven years, I am before you. Be inspired by this holy place! It's a place of mercy, of pity!
...of penance!
I will tell you why you must renounce your inheritance...
Your sister, Anna Viola, is going to be married.
Married? Little Anna Viola? My little sister?
Ah, it's been seven years! Oh little sister who is going to be married! You will be happy!
And who is she marrying?
One who, for the sake of love, has forgiven the horrible stain you placed on our family name!
My mother's sister, you are merciless!
What did you say? Merciless? You dare invoke your mother's name against me?
Often in the evening, I go to our little chapel to pray...
In the silence of those prayers, my spirit leaves my body,
And joins with your mother's spirit, in ancient, ethereal conversation.
How painful it is to hear the dead crying out in sorrow!
When this mystical ecstasy disappears, I am left with one word for you...
Atone! Atone! Offer to the *** my justice.
I have offered everything to the ***. Yes, everything.
But there is one offering I cannot make to the sweetest Mother of all mothers.
I cannot offer to forget...
My son!
The child who was torn from me!
The child I held and kissed only once! So far away from me!
This is the one thing I ask after seven years: Speak to me of him.
How is my son? How sweet is his face? How tender are his eyes?
Speak to me of my son.
Why are you silent?
One more moment of this silence and you will be damned for all eternity!
The *** hears us, and she shall judge.
Two years ago, he was stricken with a mortal illness...
Everything was done to save him...
He's dead?
Without your mother, oh my baby, you have died.
Your lips, without my kisses, turned pale and cold
And, my dear son, you closed your beautiful eyes forever.
Unable to embrace me, your little hands formed a cross
And you have died without knowing how much your mother loved you!
Now that you are an angel is heaven, now you can see your mother!
You can descend down through the firmament.
I can feel you hovering around me!
You are here! You kiss me and embrace me!
Ah, tell me when can I see you in heaven? When can I kiss you?
Oh sweet end to all my sufferings!
When can I join you in heaven?
When can I die?
Speak to your mother, beautiful child, through the sparkling of the stars,
Speak to me, my love!
Dear sister, the *** has heard your prayers!
Be content, sister! The *** has granted you her grace.
Grace has descended from heaven, It already fills me!
It lights the way! Sisters, I can see the goal!
Sisters, I am happy! Let us sing to the heavens! Let us praise the Holy ***!
Sister Angelica always has a good remedy made from flowers...
Friendly flowers, in whose hearts hold drops of poison..
Ah, what care I have lavished upon you! Now I am compensated.
Through you, my flowers, I shall die.
Goodbye, dear sisters! I am leaving you forever! My son has called to me!
Through the sparkling of the stars, I saw his smile! he said: Mama, come to paradise!
Goodbye, little church, where I often prayed.
You always welcomed by prayers and tears.
Blessed grace has descended from heaven!
I die for him; and in heaven I shall see him again!
Ah, I am damned!
I have taken my own life!
I'm dying in mortal sin!
Oh Madonna, save me! It was for the love of my son! (Queen of Virgins, Hail Mary!)
I lost my reason! (Mother most chaste, Hail Mary!)
Do not let me die in damnation! (Queen of peace, Hail Mary!)
Give me a sign of grace! Madonna, save me!
O glorious ***, divine advocate, You who bore the Son of God and nursed him at your breast...
Oh Madonna Save me! A mother prays to you! (What Eve in sadness lost, you lovingly restored)
A mother implores you! Oh Madonna, Save me! (From the sorrowful stars, open heaven's gates!)
Glorious ***, Hail Mary! Faithful ***, Holy Mary
Glorious ***, Hail Mary! Mother most pure, Hail Mary! Tower of David, Hail Mary!