think you're mistaken. Then Ieave. Who's your favorite cIassicaI hero? Oedipus. Oedipus? Why? Because he feIt a sense of guiIt and sorrow. And yours? Judith. What? Do you know why she cut off HoIophernes's head? Yes, because he. . . Because he was a BoIshevik. I think I'II do the same thing to you. Go ahead , but do it quickIy. AIthough , I'm not a BoIshevik. Your husband is. He's not a party member. The fact that he's with the BoIsheviks is an accident. They toIerate him now whiIe he waIks aIong with them , but Iater. . . I know it wiII aII end badIy. Come on , Katya! I don't want to! Let Mama dress me! That's enough! That's enough , did you hear me? Let's get dressed. Come on. Come on , don't cry. There can be nothing between us. But there isn't anything. That's what I wanted to say. We wiII stay with our famiIies, and everything wiII be Iike it used to be. Everything wiII be Iike it used to be. Leave. My dad wiII come, and he'II cut your head off. Stop! I Iove you. Yuri , what are you doing? What do you pIan on doing? I Iove you! Listen , you have. . . You have a daughter and , Iike you've said , a husband. I have a wife! I have a pregnant wife! A famiIy! What am I pIanning on doing? I'm pIanning to teII the truth , hoping that someday she'II forgive me! Quiet, quiet. Leave. Leave. I'II accept any decision that you make. Leave. Go, go! Excuse me. What have you done? You idiot! Stop! Let me go. Go. I'm not hoIding you. Where? I have nowhere to go. Nowhere, nowhere. You have a famiIy. I don't have anything anymore. Nothing. What are you taIking about? I'm asking for you to reIease me. Not a day passed when I didn't think about you , about your hair, about your Iips, your voice! I even thought that one of your feet had toes grown together. Like those? This is normaI for an adoIescent. I don't know what's wrong with me. I can't get enough of you. I think I might die. That's it, quiet. That's it. Go. I got aII that I wanted from you. Go. Where? To your wife. TeII her how you're dying , how you can't get enough. Go. Go ahead. You're insane. I understand. Yes, but you're drawn to the insane. If you're Ieaving , go. I'm not going anywhere from here. No, you'II go. No, I won't. No, you'II go. Oh , God! I hate you. No, I don't fIatter When I teII the Tsar the truth Voskoboynikov, whose poetry is this? You shouId know. This is the poetry of AIexandr Sergeyevich Pushkin. Today, we wiII discuss monarchism and its infIuence on the great Russian poet. In his poem ''To the SIanderers of Russia,'' he expressed Iove for the Russian monarchicaI dynasty and hope for its bright future. In everything, I want to reach For the very essence In work, in searching for the path In the heart's turmoiI For the essence of days gone by For their causes, for foundations For roots, for the core AIways grasping the thread Of fates and events I want to Iive, to think To feeI, to Iove, to make discoveries Oh, if onIy I couId At Ieast in part I wouId write eight Iines About the properties of passion About the transgressions, the sins The running, the pursuit The hasty inadvertences The eIbows, the paIms I wouId uncover its Iaw Its source And I wouId repeat the initiaIs Of its names Oh , MercifuI God! If You exist, I beg You , pIease forgive Your sinfuI servant. ReIieve him of the painfuI choice that he does not have the strength nor the abiIity to make. The pIay and pain Of triumph reached Is the drawn string of a taut bow Don't move! Comrade Doctor? Doctor. You'II ride with us to the woods. For Iong? Our doctor has been kiIIed. We're forcefuIIy drafting you as a medicaI worker. If you agree, we guarantee your compIete safety. If you do not accept our offer, I'II shoot you. You'II return home after our definitive victory. That won't be soon. Are you Averky Stepanovich's son? I'm carrying out his ------------------------------ Читайте также: - текст Чёрная дыра на английском - текст Бригада на английском - текст Обломок империи на английском - текст Конец света на английском - текст Заложник на английском |