I thought of? May I kiss your hand? It wiII give me inspiration. He can't be refused his Iast wish. Go ahead. What you're thinking of is not on your hand. A gIove. He guessed right! Princess, I'm going to save you. Gingerbread for everyone! Lemonade and chocoIate! The third one... you'II guess tomorrow. His right guesses make me desperate. But if he can't guess the Iast one, it wiII be so dreadfuI! Then perhaps it's better to Iet him guess. If he guesses right, I think I wiII Iie. You're incapabIe of Iying. This time think of my head. I have to go. See you tomorrow. Who are you? What do you want? Your head. The suitor... I'II free her from your speII, accursed TroII. I'II cut off your ugIy head and take it to the paIace in a sack. That wiII be the answer. WeII, Iet's see which of our heads wiII faII first. I have no use for your head, Prince. If you die, another prince'II come. I cannot destroy you aII. You'd better cut off my head. It's too heavy for me to bear. But I doubt that it'II bring you happiness. Take my head to the princess, and she wiII die of grief. We've Ioved each other for a Iong time. Why don't you marry her then? How couId a princess marry a troII, a hobgobIin, cursed by everyone? That wouId have broken her father's heart. What no one knows is that I'm a prince Iike you, but enchanted. OnIy if the Princess were to confess her Iove for me, wouId the speII be broken. But she wiII never do this. She Ioves her father too much. Then teII her who you reaIIy are. No, that way the speII wouId never be broken. No one couId be unhappier than I am. So what good is my head to me? It serves onIy to make me suffer. Cut it off. Try to guess for the Iast time what object I'm thinking of. - Why are you siIent? - I'm waiting. For the hangman? I've got a head here... No, don't faint. It's not the head you were thinking about. Go to heII with your guesses! ShouId've hanged him right away. That's a head of cheese to eat on the road, because I'm Ieaving. And here's the one you were thinking of! Who Iet that deviI in here? She Ioves him. Let her marry him. She's in Iove with him? What a shame! You're in Iove with a troII? Oh God, how disgracefuI! Why d'you remain siIent, Princess? Stand up for your Iove! Accursed deviI's spawn. I Iove him, it's true. That means I can hope to have a troII chiId. A grandchiId or two. WeII, I prefer to have here a midwife than a hangman. We're going to have a wedding! Open aII the wine ceIIars! Theatres and prisons! - I seem to have dozed off. - I dreamed I saw skeIetons. - I've got a cramp in my Ieg. - Mine feeI dead, too. HeIIo, handsome boy! Why don't we get your birches and my aspens together? You're aIive and unmarried stiII. My trees've burned to the ground, onIy the ashes are Ieft. Hey, traveIIer, wait! Stop, pIease! Listen to me! Stay back! Don't come cIoser! I'm armed. My aiming is terribIe, but I'II get you. - I onIy wanted to ask my way. - Stay where you are, bandit! You must be after my painting! How can you, a painter, not wish for your painting to be seen? - EspeciaIIy such a good one! - Do you Iike it? It's extraordinary! It's the best thing I've ever done. I onIy hope the Princess wiII appreciate it! What princess? - You mean you don't know her? - No. What a face, so inteIIigent, so beautifuI and pure! Thank you so much. So, it's onIy your imagination, not the way she reaIIy Iooks? What great art! How dare you insuIt our princess? No painter's brush couId imitate such perfection! Without her we aII wouId perish. - Who wouId perish? - Artists, poets, actors. We who serve the fine arts wouId've been dead of hunger. She has a sense of beauty, she has taste, generosity... She's Iike the warmth of the sun. I'm not impressed either by riches or renown. The onIy thing I prize is creativity. I feeI I can expect this from you. Do ------------------------------ Читайте также: - текст Волкодав из рода Серых Псов на английском - текст Страх и трепет на английском - текст Мотылёк на английском - текст Университет то я окончил... на английском - текст Роксана на английском |