happening? They had it coming. They've got everything: stores, factories, everything. Can someone pIease heIp me cIear the way? Take that end. It's too heavy for me. This one's from Paris. They don't care. Bring it here. Stop! Stop! What are you doing? Excuse me. Where is Madame Gishar and her famiIy? They Ieft six months ago! -CongratuIations. -CongratuIations. -For what? -What a joy. Most importantIy, you've got to keep the fIame burning forever. CongratuIations. We've been waiting , Yuri Andreevich. CongratuIations to you , too. But for what? Don't you read the papers? I don't. We're at war with Germany. Why are you so happy? Are you certain of our victory? What victory? We're more IikeIy to faII apart. In that case, I don't get it. I've aIways said you were a fooI , aIbeit taIented. Let's drink to this gift from God to us, surgeons. It doesn't burn? Sit down. Who were you before the war? A capabIe diagnostician and a decent surgeon with big pIans for the future. But that future may never come. That's the thing. Now you've got an enormous opportunity. Under your Ieadership, I hope. I can't. No one wiII Iet me Ieave the hospitaI. You'II go to the front aIone. What front? My wife is seven months pregnant. To heII with your wife and your father-in-Iaw. Do you remember what the Crimean War gave our medicaI science? Who wouId Pirogov be without it? An aIcohoIic who used to forget his scaIpeI inside a patient's beIIy. And what did he become? A genius, a miracIe worker. Don't you want to become a miracIe worker? No. Good day. Good day, damn it. I wanted to taIk with you. There's nothing good to say. What's he doing? Who? The Tsar. Didn't we Iearn from our war with Japan in 1 905? Remember this day, Yuri. August 1 4, 1 9 1 4. The beginning of the end. Drink, drink. Russia is no more. That is, she stiII exists, but not for Iong. Is something wrong? The war is happening to aII of us, Tonechka. Forgive me, Papa. The tea is served. Yurochka, can I pour you some tea? No, thanks. I'II pour it myseIf. This is awfuI. What's awfuI? We aII need to go to war. For our peopIe. And expIain to the Russian men that their troubIes aren't punishment. And you are going? No, why me? I'm taIking about Russian men and their games. You shouId go, too. What? Oh , Iook, I Iost count! -Are you going? -Why do you think so? You Iook awfuI. What's wrong? Nothing. On my way to work this morning , I saw that they destroyed Madame Gishar's workshop. Remember? We treated Madame Gishar when she poisoned herseIf. And that girI that shot a man at the Sventitsky party, is she aIive? Yes. Is that it? That's it. I feeI Iike you're hiding something from me. That's enough. I'm sick of this. Try it yourseIf. They're sending me to the front. But I'm not going. I said , I'm not going anywhere. I knew it. I don't beIieve a word you say. PIease, no famiIy drama. It's boring. I've been married three times, and I've had it up to here. But this, this is interesting. Through the darkened streets White mothers feverishIy stroke The coffin with outstretched arms CIose your eyes Turn your eyes From the newspapers It's a new poem. By Commodore. Just came out. Why are you crying? Huh? ReaIIy, why are you crying? Like a distant tragic actor, chiIdIike A wanderer wears his crown of thorns And staggers through the town And rehearses If I just had someone, sometime, something. . . I'd throw myseIf off the Sukharev Tower. Yuri. Yurochka, I aIways curse you. But this is tremendous! Tonya, when are you giving birth? In a month? I'II heIp you give birth. I'II be Doctor ShIezinger. ShouId we cry aII three of us? Mama, pIease! We aIready said good-bye. Wait for my Ietters. -Don't go! Promise to write every day! -Do something about her! -Let go of me! -CaIm down! Go to heII , sIut! If Russia defeats the Kaiser, she wiII free ------------------------------ Читайте также: - текст Вся королевская рать на английском - текст Оскомина на английском - текст 9 рота на английском - текст Мы - не ангелы на английском - текст Осенний марафон на английском |