for me. Not supposed to do no liftin'. Well, go on, then. Is he all right... your brother? - He's a little upset today. - Oh. Upset. - I'm ever so grateful, Mr. Verloc. - No, no. Not at all. Tell her, Adolf. Nobody wanted her to go. What? Oh, oh. No, no. Of course not. Thank you. - I won't be long. - I'll get rid of them as soon as I can. - Safe journey. - Come on. Back to the meeting. - No, no. - Hey? - Don't whip. - Huh? - You mustn't whip. It hurts. - Mustn't whip, eh? Giddap! Hyah! Giddap! Hyah! Giddap! Giddap! Yaah! This is all your idea, Mother, so I don't know why you're carrying on. I can't help it, love. I'm sorry. You haven't quarreled with Mr. Verloc, have you? No, no. Of course not. Mr. Verloc's always been the soul of generosity. Then whatever is it decided you to leave us? I never could get used to that shop. I had to keep my eyes shut every time I passed through. It wasn't exactly the sort of place you could ask people back for a cup of tea, is it? It's a steady business. I don't know what your dad would've said. - Dad was a brute. - Winnie! Well, he was. He used to take it out on Stevie something terrible. Well, Stevie was a disappointment to him. He couldn't get used to the idea ofhaving a boy who was a bit, well... not quite right in the head. Well, taking his belt off to him wasn't gonna make him any cleverer, was it? Hup! Hey! - It's all right, Winnie. - You get back up this minute. No. It's all right, Winnie. It's all right. - No, I'll-I'll walk... I'll run after. - What are you talking about? - It's too heavy for the horse. - Run after a cab? I've never heard of such a thing. Don't you let him, Winnie. He'll get lost. I'll tell Mr. Verloc, Stevie. He'll be ever so unhappy. You been drinking? And don't you go for trying that again. - Poor horse. - Never mind the horse. How'd you like to sit up here at 2:00 in the morning, hey? See, I'm a night cabbie. Gotta take what they bloody well give me. Hanging out with all sorts in the middle of the night. Wife and four kids to keep. It's a hard world. It's bad. It's very bad. Hard on horses? Yeah, a damn sight harder... on poor bleeders like me. You can come in my bed if you like. And your horse as well. I'll ask Winnie. I-I'm doing this for Stevie. I wanted to be sure that he'd be safe. It's the same reason that you married Mr. Verloc, if the truth be known. - What do you mean? - Well, don't tell me you didn't prefer that butcher's boy. What was his name? Ron? Nice-looking boy. Liked to laugh. No. You wanted somebody who'd take care of Stevie. Mr. Verloc's always liked Stevie. Yeah, but he can be a bit of a burden at times. And now I'm getting on a bit, I was afraid I might be as well. - No. - Well... the best of men can get tired, dear. I didn't want him to get tired of Stevie. He'd have to get tired of me first. You will come and see me, won't you, Winnie, as often as you can? Course I will. I want to see you every Sunday. I'll come when I can manage, and when I can't, I'll send you Stevie. No! No, don't let him come on his own. He gonna change buses and get lost. You leave it to me. I'll... I'll work out something. Better go in, Mother. You'll catch cold out here. And you look after me on the way home. Help me into the bus. Mustn't be nervous, Winnie. I'll look after you. - It's a hard world, Winnie. - That's true enough. Hard on horses and for poor people. Nobody can do anything about that, Stevie. Yes. Police. That's not what the police are there for. Then... Then what are they there for, Winnie? The police are there so's them as have nothing... can't take nothing away from them as have a lot. Oh. What... What can they do if they're poor and hungry? Mustn't worry about it, Stevie. Things don' ------------------------------ Читайте также: - текст Солярис на английском - текст Торжество на английском - текст Вся президентская рать на английском - текст Новичок на английском - текст Зависть богов на английском |