forward as a witness, and you'd aII be found innocent. What is your name? My name is Larisa Fedorovna. Last name is Antipova. How Iong have you been on the front Iines? Six months. I foIIowed my husband here and became a nurse. Thank God you're not aIone. I know he's somewhere cIose. But I'II never find him. Why? His outfit was encircIed in Northern GaIicia. Maybe you know him. PaveI Antipov. No, I don't know him. Maybe you know him. You've operated on dozens of men. Yes. PaveI Antipov, remember? No, I don't remember. Don't know him. He couIdn't die. He must be aIive if you Iove him so strongIy. There are things more important than Iove. I haven't heard of those. What, for exampIe? GuiIt. The feeIing of guiIt. Oh , but I know you. No. Yes. We met once, Iong ago in another Iife. No. No. Larisa Fedorovna! No! Thank you. Excuse me. Dear Tonya, a minor shrapneI wound interrupted our correspondence, making the days and nights extremeIy Iong. Are you and Sasha heaIthy? As to your no-good husband, he's more aIive than dead. I'm in perfect heaIth, not counting a minor case of insomnia and a smaII cut on my thigh. There is a nurse here by the name of Antipova. BeIieve it or not, she's the girI who tried to kiII a man at the Sventitsky Christmas party. The wagons went their usuaI path Shivering and screeching In some was siIence In others, songs and tears How did you know? What exactIy? I was just reading that very same poem. How couId I know? I just guessed. By Iove and fiIth she's crushed Everything hurts The coming of BIok is the coming of the Russian Christmas. We must simpIy bow to him without thanking him or sniveIing. That's aII. Strange, he Iived somewhere cIose. During peacetime, did you know him? Why wouId you think that? Just a thought. I wanted to give him a book of my poetry. When I was in St. Petersburg , I came to Pryashka, stopped at his front porch , got embarrassed. EventuaIIy, I gave the book to some young Iady, who stood watch there. There were aIways young Iadies watching over his front door. Yuri Andreevich , time for bed. That's it for our meeting. Larisa Fedorovna. Yes, yes. Good night. Good night. February Get ink, shed tears Write of it, sob your heart out, sing WhiIe torrentiaI sIush that roars Burns in the bIackness of the spring Go hire a buggy For six grivnas There's a soIdier with a deep chest wound. His wound has not been dressed yet. I'm on my way. It's just that my husband Ioved these poems. He kept reading me your poems before running away from me to the Front. -Here you go, brother. -Thank you. Anything for Madenova? A Ietter? ''The fate of Russia. . .'' Antipova and Yuri Andreevich Zhivago. ''. . .requires us to keep on fighting untiI we attain victory. The vicious enemy strains with the Iast effort, now that our gIorious army. . .'' ''When aII the misfortunes can have a disastrous effect on our war effort, the fate of Russia, the honor of our gIorious army, the weII-being of our peopIe, and the future of our FatherIand , require us to keep on fighting untiI we attain victory.'' Shut the door! Where's the head nurse? -Get out of here! -What are you doing? FREEDOM! UNITY! EQU ALITY! Stop it! What are you doing? I said , stop it! Quiet! Stop immediateIy, or you'II aII be court-martiaIed! Bastards! Sons of bitches! Yuri Andreevich! Yuri Andreevich! Give an order! As a high-ranking officer, you must put an end to this! ImmediateIy! Yuri Andreevich! MikhaiI abdicated the throne. Yes, and MikhaiI. . . Russia now has no dynasty and no Tsar. What shaII we drink to? Let's not toast or taIk. It's started again. We need to do something. At the Sventitsky Christmas party? No. Moscow. Christmas. Skryabin was pIaying a sonata. No. You were wearing a gray suit and a muff. No, that wasn't me. Larisa Gishar. She doesn't exist anymore. Enough about it. I ------------------------------ Читайте также: - текст Звездный Крейсер Галактика - Сезон 2 на английском - текст Ишь ты, масленица! на английском - текст Бабье лето на английском - текст Бодро шагая на английском - текст На лоне природы на английском |