anyone see you at that moment? Yes. Nikolai, the gatekeeper, was out front. He told me that the masters weren't at home, they'd all gone hunting. So I set off toward the forest. I know every tree in the count's estate. All the evidence points to you... Pyotr Yegorovich. Is Pyotr Yegorovich here? They forgot Madam's dress. Come in the house! Go! Go! Kamyshev... I have read your manuscript. I liked your novel, Sergey Petrovich. The characters and the story line are ingeniously presented. Except that there's no mention of Urbenin's fate. What did really happen to him? He died in a prison camp four years after the trial. And how about Kamyshev? He was relieved of the investigation and deprived of his office. The count's property went into the possession of his wife and Kalidis. Those foreigners just robbed him. By the way, he's here, Count Karneyev. You can look at him, he is now my cabby. Kamyshev... May I ask you, Kamyshev, how have you been able to live all these years after you murdered Olga Urbenin? You loved Olga Urbenin desperately, like an animal pining for the caress of his master's hand. A husband can kill out ofjealousy. I guess, a lover can do it as well. You were the one she loved, not the count, and not her husband. It was you whom she spared. No one on earth was as dear to her as you. What's the matter with you?! Are you crazy? Well, it's time I got back. It's three o'clock already. Would you like a cup of tea? No, thank you. Excuse me, excuse me. What are you so afraid of, Kamyshev? Are you looking for the evidence? No, just for a detail that would finally convince me. How can you go on living, Kamyshev? Good day to you. I dream of a garden In a wedding attire, And in this garden you and I are alone... Ah, Seryozha, wouldn't it be wonderful to warm up with some brandy, and listen to the Gypsies singing? Go on! Watch out! Olia! Olia! Wait! Seryozha, what are you doing? You're going to kill me! No, Olia... Olenka... The following spring, the novel "A Hunting Accident" was published in installments in the newspaper "Moscow Earth", under the signature of Kamyshev. One year later, Kamyshev suddenly died of an attack of consumption. According to his servant, he refused to consult a doctor or take any medication, or do anything to treat his illness. His coffin was followed to the cemetery by his servant Polikarp and the public coach-driver Karneyev, of whom it was said that he had once been a count. The End ------------------------------ Читайте также: - текст Небо. Самолет. Девушка. на английском - текст Самая обаятельная и привлекательная на английском - текст Чёрный квадрат на английском - текст Броненосец Потёмкин на английском - текст Князь Игорь на английском |