leave for Moscow? I shan't be ready by tomorrow. The day after. No... the day after tomorrow l've got to go to Maman's. Couldn't you go there tomorrow? The money l'm going for won't be ready by tomorrow. If that's how it is, we shan't go at all. - Why not? - L'm not going later than Monday. It's Monday or never! But why? It makes no sense. Because you don't care about me! You can't understand what my life is like. But there are necessities with which we must comply. You always boast of your uprightness, so why don't you tell the truth? You should know I never have boasted. And I always tell the truth. I wish you could learn to respect... Respect... respect... Respect was invented to cover up the empty space left by the absence of love. Actually, if you no longer love me, it would be more honest to say so. Oh! It's getting intolerable! Why do you try my patience? It has limits! What do you mean by that? I don't understand what you mean by that. I mean to say... What do you want of me, exactly? Tell me. What do I want? What can I want? Only that you should not desert me as you wish to do. I want love, and there is none. So then... it's over? It's finished! Oh, there's a limit to a man's endurance! Wait! Has Madame finished her dinner? Anna, we'II leave the day after tomorrow, if you want. Leave me! Who am I? I am a depraved woman. l'II go tomorrow. L'II give you your freedom. I don't want to torment you. You don't love me! You love someone else! Anna, why do you torture me and torture yourself? If you only knew how desperate I feel! l'm so afraid... l'm afraid of myself! What must I do to make you happy? Good morning. It's from Stiva... about the divorce. He hasn't been able to get a reply from Alexei Alexandrovich. There's little hope, but he'II do whatever he can. I wish you cared as little about it as I do. This interests me because I like things to be definite. It's not form but love that makes things definite. Why do you want it so much? l'm certain that your irritability comes largely from the indefiniteness of our situation. That's not the reason. l'm entirely at your mercy. There's nothing indefinite about it. On the contrary. The indefiniteness consists in your assuming l'm free. Oh, don't let that worry you. Let me reassure you. l'm not interested in what marriage your mother may be plotting for you. - But that's beside the point! - That's exactly the point! Anyone who is heartless, whether she's your mother or a stranger, doesn't deserve my attention. Anna, I ask you not to speak disrespectfully of my mother. A woman who can't feel in her heart where the happiness of her son may lie, has no heart. I ask you once more not to speak so of my mother whom I respect. You don't love your mother! It's only words! - So we're definitely going tomorrow? - You are. I am not. Anna, we can't go on living like this. You'II regret this, believe me. Anna! I had to make up my mind. I know what to do! I am so glad to see you. I should not have been surprised if you refused to see me. I am accustomed to it. I came to say goodbye. Are you going away? l've heard so much about you, from your husband too. He paid me a visit. I liked him very much. - Where is he? - He... he's gone to the country. I liked him immensely. Be sure to remember me to him. Of course. Why all these churches? These bells? These lies? Only to hide the fact that we hate each other. My love grows more passionate and egoistic, while his is waning and that can't be helped. I don't know these streets. So many houses... So many people in them... No end of them, and everyone hating everyone else. Aren't we all thrown into this world only to hate each other, and then torture each other? No, no, it can't go on. We are growing apart. I make him unhappy, he makes me unhappy. Nothing but lies and falsehood... All is deceit, all... ------------------------------ Читайте также: - текст Друзья - Сезон 7 на английском - текст Полуночный ковбой на английском - текст Бабье лето на английском - текст Daenseo-ui sunjeong на английском - текст Сказка о потерянном времени на английском |