What difference does it make? Whatever you think you have, they’ll confirm. Who else contradicts you, besides myself? Continue. Go on, continue. You may insult me. I know I deserve the worst. I don’t know how to be alone. Without a good audience... you’re nothing... but a... corpse. Well... is that all? What about you? What are you? I am... a common woman. A maid... who opened the wrong door. Take this for your work. Young maid. Let us not ruin our appetite. Lunch will be served in half an hour. Impossible. I don’t feel well. I can’t walk down the staircases! Of course you can. - No, I can’t. - Of course you can. Fine. Do as you please. Stay here. You need tranquillity. Oh, Josef! Or I’ll run away with Miss Eva! She is calm, honorable, the embodiment of beauty! What is your new novel about? The new breed. A little bit of irreverence, a little bit of healthy eroticism... the National Ideal. It should be called ”Adam and Eve”. My dear Josef, I’d say... I’d say that... Where are the others? You may sit down. May I sit between you ladies in order to serve you? It would be a great honor. Don’t embarrass an old man. A great honor, why? Strong young men should be beside... young women. Rather than a crippled man. Even though he’s the nation’s Fьhrer, the father of destinies. Right, Martin? No, in absolute. What do you mean, no? I’m not sure. All I know is... no. I think the opposition is hidden right in here! Just to make sure that Dr. Goebbels is not jealous... of an old man like myself. - Oh, my Fьhrer, please! - Don’t write that, Picker. Sit here. On my left, please. Thank you, my Fьhrer. And where do I sit? You sit on my right. Very well, sit here. You, come sit here too. Join in the meal. Are you comfortable? Thank you, my Fьhrer. And you too. Take your seats. Please. Let’s begin! Does anyone want a little tea? Juice, water or tea? Water. I want water. Maybe Bormann wants it. So, Martin? A little bit of syrup? It’s made of the flesh of slaughtered animals. So? A little bit of syrup? Those repulsive butcher’s fingers! - Sure. - Calm down, Josef. Your filthy nails! These smells! These sinews! Don’t you want some? No, my Fьhrer, I don’t. He fell. I told you to sit, Picker! He fell! Unbelievable! A little bit of sea food? Crab? - Don’t write that, Picker. - How about eel? Sticky, warm and fat. Like an appendix. Dear Bormann... do you know how we catch crabs in Bavaria? Yes, of course... No, my Fьhrer. We use dead grandmothers. This piece is looking at you, Klutzy. We pick a grandmother... dead three days before, not more than that. Her grandsons throw her on the river. Disemboweled, of course. Crabs cover all of her body. She looks like an armored goddess. Those red knuckles. The mustache! Not bad! It’s the youth of Bavaria! In my childhood... we would catch fish with forks. What has it got to do with your fish? I’m talking about crabs. - Does any of you want some? - No. You’re right. A vegetarian diet is the principle of a healthy life. Eat vegetable! Only vegetable! And herbs! On top of the list: Nettles! Nettles! Oceans of nettles! Take note of everything, Picker. Who can tell me what’s the best use for nettle? Maybe it’s just a dream, a delirium? My poetic imagination? I think I understand. I understand. You want to torment Eastern Slavs with nettles... to make room for German colonies. No. If I wanted to torment them, why would I use nettles? What about you, Goebbels? What do you think it’s best, Fьhrer? Nettle is a strategic raw material. More precious than cotton! That’s what I said in a laboratory in Munich. We may eat it. We may use it to make fabrics, glass... and a bunch of useful stuff. Ukraine’s dirt is the best soil... for the growth of nettles. Josef is so serious. Write down everything, every single word. Maybe in a hundred years or so... when ------------------------------ Читайте также: - текст Семёрка Блейка на английском - текст Мистер Норт на английском - текст Арахнофобия на английском - текст Семнадцать мгновений весны на английском - текст Меченосец на английском |