East Hill bus. -All right, lady, on or off, please. -Oh, yes. -That's all. Next bus! -Fares, please. -Beverly Crescent? -Who? -Beverly Crescent. -Get off next stop, take number 19. -Fares, please. -I'm sorry, conductor. -Would you mind stopping? -Leaving us already? It's in the opposite direction. That's about the only place we don't go, lady. Fares, please. -Why, Mrs. Miniver. -You know, l.... Don't tell me it's gone. Just a minute. Oh, I was so afraid you'd sold it. No. We knew you'd come back. I know it's foolish and extravagant... ...but I've simply got to have it. Yes, pack it up quickly, don't give me time to think. Oh, careful, careful. Why, vicar. This is nice. -For me. Let me put those on the rack. -Thank you. Oh, no, not this one. I might leave it behind, and it's rather precious. Yes, I know the feeling. Guess what this is. -Port. -Worse than that. -Cigars. -Well, why not? My husband does. -He can afford it. -I'm not so sure. -He has a very extravagant wife. -Nonsense. It's quite true. I can't help it. I'm afraid I do like nice things. Things far beyond my means sometimes. Oh, pretty clothes... ...and good schools for the children, the car, the garden, you know. -Yes, I know. -Does it give you a lovely guilty feeling? -Lovely. -Oh, vicar! Fellow sinners. What will the village say? Oh, I think the village knows you're a very understanding person. -That's why you do so much good. -Well, I hope I do. I hope I can when they need me. You mean, you think there is trouble coming? I think it's here. -Good evening, Lady Beldon. -Good evening, vicar. Good evening. Oh, shopping's absolutely impossible nowadays. You can't get near the counter... ...and when you do, they haven't got it and you pay twice as much for it. -What a wonderful description. -Sit down, Simpson. And don't sniff! I spent the whole afternoon being pushed around by middle-class females... -...buying things they can't afford. -Oh, dear, that means me. Oh, no, much worse. You're Mrs. Mannering, aren't you? -Miniver. -Oh, yes. The lawyer's wife. -No, my husband's an architect. -I knew he was something of that sort. I don't know what the country's coming to. Trying to be better than their betters. No wonder Germany's arming. -Good evening, your ladyship. -Good evening, Ballard. -Good evening, ma'am. -Good evening, Mr. Ballard. Dear, this bag. Vicar, do go on, please. -Well, goodbye, then. -Goodbye. Thank you. -I was looking for you on the 5:00. -I missed it by two minutes. -Isn't that shameful? -Well, time and tide waits for no man. And trains neither. Are you too late, ma'am, to spare me a moment? -I got something to show you. -Well, I-- It's something very special. Well, of course, Mr. Ballard. Do show me. This way, ma'am. Thank you. Oh, Mr. Ballard. It's my masterpiece. How lovely. You like it, ma'am? I think it's the most beautiful rose I've ever seen. -The shape. -And the scent. Divine. And the color.... I adore red roses. 'Tis said, as Cupid danced among the gods, he down the nectar flung... ...which on the white rose being shed, made it forever after red. -Wherever did you find that? -Hutter's seed catalog, ma'am. It's pretty, but it ain't true. What goes to make a rose, ma'am, is breeding... ...and budding and horse manure, if you'll pardon the expression. -And that's where you come in, ma'am. -I? I gotta have a name for it. -Oh, you want me to name it for you. -No, ma'am, I got a name for it... -...if you'll give me your permission. -Why, of course. But I don't see-- I want to call it the "Mrs. Miniver." If you'll pardon me, ma'am... ...I've watched you go in and out of town for years now... ...and you've always had time to stop and have a word with me... ...and I've always waited for you to come home... ...and you remind me of the flower. And I figured it'd be a very good name for my rose. It's a lovely ------------------------------ Читайте также: - текст Пастораль на английском - текст Рождественские каникулы на английском - текст Флетч жив на английском - текст Весь этот джаз на английском - текст Легион на английском |