help me here. I'll leave with her through my "gap" if I feel the game is coming to an end. Right? Right. And it's good you paid your attention to it. Always take the second taxi, ignoring the first one, and no hitchhiking. And I very much hope that our friends from the monastery, who I told you about, will take good care of you. I'd like to stress it again. Anything can happen to you. Anything, Pastor. If you make a single slip, you'll find yourself here, in Mueller's basement, before you know it. If it happens, you must know... that if you say my name just once, when you're delirious or under torture, it'll mean my death. And simultaneously with my death, your sister's and your nephews' immediate deaths, too. They're tied to me as hostages by those who let me take you abroad. And nothing can save your relatives should you give them my name. Understand me right, it's not a threat. This is reality, and you need to know it. And always remember it. I understand you. All right, then. I don't want to be misinterpreted in this particular question. Okay, get dressed. Wait, my hands are shaking a bit, I need to get hold of myself. Speak in a normal voice. Nobody can hear us here. Get in the car. Say the address, at which you will be writing to our friends. I remember it. My size. Please, say the address. Bert Uhanson, Number 7, Sveevegen Street, Stockholm, Sweden. Right. Say the text of the telegram which you'll send, if the talks between Himmler and Dulles have already started? I'll send a telegram, running... Aunt Elsa... Oh, there's a knot here. Let me help you. So, I... Aunt Elsa stayed with us in Bern and Lausanne. She feels fine, but is missing her family. Every week she writes letters home. Gustav. Correct? And if there are no talks? If... then I'll write... Thank you. Then I'll write. Don't believe those who scare you with bad weather in Switzerland. There's much sunshine and it's warm here. Correct, great. Let's go. I hate high-flown words, Pastor. But Germany's future depends on what you're going to find out and on your telegrams... And not only Germany's. Good luck, Pastor. Head towards a power plant noise. The hotel is close to it. It's two kilometers, not more. Okay, God bless you. Stirlitz' heart ached. He saw that the pastor couldn't ski at all. Hadn't held ski-sticks in his hands for at least 10 years. < ------------------------------ Читайте также: - текст Феррис Бьюллер берёт выходной на английском - текст Кидалы на английском - текст 12 разгневанных мужчин на английском - текст Ключ от спальни на английском - текст Синяя птица на английском |