head. Awesome! We just need to draw a moustache on you. "M.Yu.Lermontov" "Verner was thin, and weak like a child." "One of his legs was shorter than the other." "Verner's black eyes, always unsettled, tried to penetrate your thoughts." "His appearance always left a negative first impression." "But later, your eye learned to see beyond his uneven outer shell..." "...and grew fond of the experienced and high-minded soul beneath it." "Women usually fell in love with such people to the point of going mad." "They are, after all, very adept at recognizing someone's inner beauty." - Verner was lame. - I've given you my number... ...don't tell me you have lost it. And will you please stop laughing... ...at my stu-pi-di-ty... I've given you my number.... - Lebedev! - Where did you get the bike? - Somewhere. - Where did you go? - Somewhere else. And what are you doing here? - Waiting for you. Come over here. - All right. What? - Tell me, Lebedev, are you lonely? - Wha? - I'm asking you. Are you lonely? - Dunno. I guess so. - Why? - I guess because physically I'm not very strong. That's one thing. Another... I think I have a poor sense of self-esteem. I think that's why people aren't very interesred in being friends. - I'll be your friend, Lebedev. - Great, thank you! - Can you get some plaster? - Plaster? Don't know, but probably, yeah. - What about an overshoe? - I'll have to look. - We'll need some plaster and an overshoe tomorrow at dawn. Got it? - Got it. - What was that you just ate? - Calcium. - Hey, and no word to anyone. - Silent as a grave. - Did you bandage your leg? - I did. - Don't overcook it, hey? - I won't. I think it's ready. Lie down. - Lying down. - Ouch, it's hot. - Can we pour it over the pant leg? - You want to spend the rest of your life in those pants? So... ...carefully... ...there! "The Misanthrope" "July" There. Good. Calcium? I understand. Listen, why are you doing all this? - All what? - The plaster, leg, calcium... - How is it going there? - I think I'm done. Looks good! - Then tie on the overshoe. - Overshoe it is, then. Hop! All done, and you worried. Get up. - Well? - Let's see... Spiffy. - Listen, Lebedev. In your opinion... Who do I look like right now? - No idea. - Do you think I look like an "autumn's wounded game?" - What's a "wounded game?" - A wounded game is a kind of bird, Lebedev... ...that was shot at, but not completely killed. - I'd say so. - We should put out that fire. - We should - Shall we, then? - I don't need to go, though. - But we should. - If we should, then we should. - Well, well, well... An hour and a half late. We're all going crazy with worry, and they are nowhere to be found. Are they lost? Dead? Drowned? Why are you making faces at me, Lebedev? - I'm not making faces, Kseniya Lvovna. - Then what are you doing? - Please, take a look. - Goodness me, what's that? - A leg. - What's wrong with it? - Osteomyelitic sendritis. - A what? - Gindner's osteomyelitic sendritis. - Who's this Gindner? - Gindner? He's a paediatrician. Mind if we sit down? - Of course, please sit down, boys. Mitya, is Lebedev being serious? - Hah. - He is. - His mother had told me before we left and asked me to keep an eye on him. - Eat, boys, eat. - It's not dangerous, is it? - Hard to tell. It's in late stages. - No, Lebedev is just joking. It's not dangerous at all. - You eat, Lebedev, eat. - Should we show ourselves to these two? - That we will. - Let's do it, then. - Let's. - What's with him? - No clue. Hey, Bramble! - What? - What's with the leg? - The leg? - Nothing major. Sprained my knee sack a while ago. Acts up sometimes before a storm. - He was chasing some bastard here, about a year ago, and sprained his leg. - Which bastard? - Doesn't matter which bastard. Chased unsuccessfully, that's what matters. - Right? - Fishing, I see. - Fishing. - ------------------------------ Читайте также: - текст День Сурка на английском - текст Антикиллер 2: Антитеррор на английском - текст Самая обаятельная и привлекательная на английском - текст 12 на английском - текст Бег на английском |