night I smiled picturing his concerned face as he shoved the charges under his belt. Some time later, he brought me a loaded revolver with all seven bullets. I looked at the black bag and wondered how he can trust me so unreservedly? After he brought a fifth gun, loaded too, I realized that it wasn't love. I didn't admit it like other girls would, in a frustrated voice and with "l-know-the-truth-of-life" look. I felt like I was in a vast unsown field whose sight invited the thought: "There's no love here. Worse still, there's nothing here." Then there was the story with Tommy guns. I got scared for my family. They always need things I keep in my wardrobe. So I decided to hide the Tommy guns in my aunt's room. I put them under her bed. But then I thought that her bed has a loose wire net which sags, and the metal may touch the guns. I pictured my aunt tossing in bed and brushing against a trigger... And I rushed to her room at night to remove them. At first she was shocked, but then I thought she warmed to the idea. But I read in her eyes that she'd give me away if questions were asked about the guns. Something in her eyes told me she would. Still I left the guns in her wardrobe. I bought her plenty of frozen chickens, eggs, bananas and sunflower seeds which she liked very much. I spent long hours with her in our kitchen, having numerous cups of tea. I brought her mail and papers, I gave her keys to my drawers. I let her rip my golden dress apart. I showed her my boyfriends' love letters and all letters I occasionally received. She entered my life. She'd come to me early in the morning and say: "Time to get up!" She was really happy then. And when my sweetheart showed up and said those ugly words, I gave his Tommy guns back to him. So the guns are a separate theme. And you say, "Horses, horses..." Mom, do you know who wins a race - the jockey or the horse? My husband was a jockey. Why do you two say this to me? It's interesting. The willpower of a draught horse is broken. Ask your grandmother. What has grandmother to do with it? What would she say if she had such a daughter? A racing horse should have a willpower and voluntarily join it with the rider's. Get out of here! In a second. My cousin was a jockey, too. You'll say in the next breath that you were a jockey. A racing horse should have a willpower and voluntarily join it with... Why are you saying this to me? Because it should have a willpower. All daughters want to work with dogs in the circus. No violence or coercion, complete independence. Why do you say this? What are you driving at? No violence, but it does what the jockey tells it to do. The horse must learn it right from the start. You know that I never use a stick or a whip. What is she trying to say? Do I beat you? Do I, my pet? Do you know what it means if a horse, or a colt, has a prominent forehead? It means it has a gentle and kind disposition. It's brave and affectionate. Oh, rubbish! All jockeys are crooks. My poor girl. They fix everything. Once Zyablik, a jockey, agreed to hold his horse back, but he got carried away and won. They beat him up. He made the same deal another time and won again. He was beaten. He made a third deal, got carried away - and won. They cut off his ear. And you say "not interesting". One can live without an ear. He has to do with just one ear now. That is why we see both fire and meekness in the eyes of a thoroughbred. Even if the mother works the air, her daughter must help her. Hold on, Dick! You see, mother... ...Let alone dogs... ...Satanic pride and good nature at once, can you understand it? Satanic pride and good nature at once! Up! Off, off, Dick! Up! This is profanation. Hold it! Do you want to trouble my soul? To belittle my efforts? This is our family turn. Tell her, mother! Tell her, for God's sake! Dogs are prose, ------------------------------ Читайте также: - текст Оскомина на английском - текст Неоконченная пьеса для механического пианино на английском - текст Сорок первый на английском - текст Июльский дождь на английском - текст Тегеран-43 на английском |