blazes... - Good morning, Morgan. - Good morning, Mr Evans. - Sit down, sir. Sit down, sir. - Thank you. Mr Evans. The mine owner himself. Angharad. - Now to business. - Yes, sir. I've come here on a very delicate mission, Morgan. - No trouble, sir? - No. No trouble. - But it worries me. - Yes, sir. I'm here to get your permission that my son lestyn may have permission... - Bless you, Morgan. - Thank you, sir. - Now where was I? - "Permission"? Yes. That my son lestyn may have permission, with your daughter's permission, to call upon her. There we are. We are a very proud family, Mr Evans. Yes, I know. I know, Morgan. But this is not my doing, Morgan. It's that young whelp of a... Mr Evans. Your son has my permission to speak to me. Thank you, Morgan. I'm very much obliged to you. Yes, sir. Good old Welsh blood, you know, and all that sort of thing. - I'm very much obliged, Morgan. - Yes, sir. Beth. Come, come, come. My shoes. Get my shoes. You, girl. Get up to your room. Have you no modesty left in you? Get up there. Get your hands out... My shoes. Find the shoes. Why don't you get yourjackets on? Mr Morgan? Sit down. This is my wife, Mrs Morgan. How do you do? Mr Morgan, I've come to ask your permission to speak to your daughter, Angharad. These are my sons. Yes. I know them. God bless you. You shouldn't be here. I couldn't spend another night without knowing. What has happened? Is anything wrong? - Wrong? - You know what I mean. Why have you changed towards me? Why am I a stranger now? Have I done anything? No. The blame is mine. Your mother spoke to me after chapel. She's happy to think you'll be having plenty all of your days. With lestyn Evans. - You could do no better. - I don't want him. I want you. Angharad? I have spent nights too, trying to think this out. When I took up this work, I knew what it meant. It meant sacrifice and devotion. It meant making it my whole life to the... to the exclusion of everything else. That I was perfectly willing to do. But to share it with another... Do you think I will have you going threadbare, depending on the charity of others for your good meals? Our children growing up in cast-off clothing, and ourselves thanking God for parenthood in a house full of bits? No. I can bear with such a life for the sake of my work, but I think I'd start to kill if... if I saw the white come to your hair 20 years before its time. Why? Why would you start to kill? Are you a man or a saint? I am no saint. But I have a duty towards you. Let me do it. Is there to be no singing for my daughter's wedding, Dai Bando? Now then. The bathtub holds 100 gallons. "A" fills it at the rate of 20 gallons a minute, and "B" at the rate of ten gallons a minute. - Got that, Mr Morgan? - Twenty and ten gallons. Yes, sir. Now then. "C" is a hole that empties it at the rate of five gallons a minute. How long to fill the tub? There is silly. Trying to fill a bathtub full of holes, indeed. A sum it is, girl. A sum. A problem for the mind. - For his examination into school. - That old national school. 'Tis silly they are with their sums. Who would pour water in a bathtub full of holes? - Who would think of it? Only a madman. - It is to see if the boy can calculate. Figures, nothing else. How many gallons, and how long. In a bathtub full of holes. Now I know why I have such a tribe of sons. It is you, Beth Morgan, is the cause. Look you, Mr Gruffydd. Have you something else? The decimal point. The decimal... The decimal point, then, and peace to my house. - Go and scratch. - Well, it's getting late. I've got to get along. We'll follow the decimal point tomorrow night. - Good night. - Good night, Mrs Morgan. Who is there that cannot look back and remember his first day at a new school? To go alone the long walk over the hills to the next valley, the first of my ------------------------------ Читайте также: - текст Плутовство на английском - текст Звёздный инспектор на английском - текст Жизнь Эмиля Золя на английском - текст Чудо на 34-й улице на английском - текст Дикая охота короля Стаха на английском |