explained later... Yound writer and even a scientist... so to say, first steps...eh..oh, Lord! Who of writer and scientists haven't done original first steps? Both me and my wife, we admire literature, and wife, so to say, till passion! I confess i even wanted to go to you and explain myself, i thought, maybe, you... Yes! Maybe you're changing the flat? No, it's just that i...i thought i will find Zametov here. Oh, yes! You've become friends, so i've heard. Well, Zametov is not here. He doesn't work here since yesterday. He transfered, before transfering even had a quarrels with everybody. Windy boy, nothing more. Go with him, go with our splendid youth! He wants to undergo some kind of examination! He will just spoil the whole exam and that will be all. It's not like, for example, you book, with quill behind your ear. Ascetic, monk, hermit! I am partly too. Have you read Livingston's diaries? No... But i have. And what times [that] were, i tell you? What times? Immeasurable thirst for enlightenment. Enlighten and that's enough. Why to misuse? Why to offend decent persons as bastard Zametov does? Look, how suicides have increased, i tell you you can't even imagine. All they fritter away their last money and then kill themselves. Girls, boys, old men... This morning the was a report about some suicide. Nil Pavlich, Nil Pavlich! What was the name of this gentlemen who shot himself? Svidrigailov. Svidrigailov has shot himself! What? Did you know Svidrigailov? Yes...my sister served as governess in their home. I knew nothing...well... Well, it's time for me. Excuse me for disturbance. Not worth mentioning! You even caused pleasure! I...am glad... Good bye. So then... Don't sneak. You're back? Did you forgot something? What's up with you? Something's wrong with you. Chair! Give it here, quietly, quietly. So then. Give...chair. Take a seat. Well then, water. Water, water, water. It was me...i murdered old pawnbroker and Lizaveta, her sister, with an axe and robbed them. Why my idea was more foolish than others? Why my act seems so pointless? Because it is crime? And what does "crime" mean? My conscience is clear...of course, criminal offence has been performed, law has been broken and blood has been spilled, then take my head for a law. And that's enough! Many benefactors of humanity taking rule in possession, must be punished after the very first steps. Yet these people endured their steps and that's why they're right, but i didn't endure and, must be, i didn't have a right to allow me this step. This is my crime: that i admitted my guilt. Why didn't i kill myself? Is there really such force in this will to live and it's so hard to step over it? But me? I will live. Agonize here for seven more years... Seven more years... THE END ------------------------------ Читайте также: - текст Потерянный уикэнд на английском - текст Дом На Улице Кэрролла на английском - текст Короткие встречи на английском - текст Флэш Гордон на английском - текст Полицейский из Беверли Хиллз 2 на английском |