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Read V. Kaverin's novel "Two Captains" |
Grandma Vera: A completely modern family. The husband and wife see each other only at the train station. |
Margarita: You told me once--I believed. You repeated it--I got suspicious. You told me a third time--and I understood that you were lying. |
Read "On K.M. Stanyukovich" by Leonid Sobolev (in Russian) |
Varya: I was living with Pavel. We didn't have children, and that's fine. Even better. There was work, science, and then to suddenly have to deal with diapers and crying and other problems. There's no reason for it. And he agreed. And in general, he always agreed to everything. Vasily: And that's bad? Varya:: Very bad. A woman needs to be told "No" sometimes. She has to have things explained, proven to her. She needs to be told, "I want to have a child with you." Understand! A woman needs to be begged; you have to demand a child from her. But Pavel--he agreed to everything. For him, no means no. But now I know what it is to want a child. I want a child with Sergei Petrovich. I want to be a mother. I want it to be his child. I want the crying and diapers and everything. Just let it look like him. And he demands this of me. |
Varya: I'm alone? Why can't you understand? I am with him. And there is nothing, you hear, nothing that I have to know about him. Whether he good and caring or not doesn't matter. He's mine just as he is. And the opposite is true, too. I find everything about him interesting. Every trifle. Why he combs his hair this way and not that way. Why he doesn't wear galoshes. These facts for me are of great importance.... I'm breathing differently now. I talk with people as if I know something special. I walk down the street and it seems that everything is glowing. You understand, dear Papa. Understand me. Understand that for me Sergei Petrovich is everything. And there will be no one better than him. I think about him constantly. So why shouldn't I be with him? He is my life. You understand? Life. |
Vasily: She's in love. Is it really the same kind of love that we had? When I was ready to believe in a life after death if only to meet with you again.... How casually they deal with one another! And this is a serious woman, your daughter. And what about the ones who aren't serious? Abortions, their own husbands and other people's, it's all the same to them. (to himself) Don't generalize, Vasily Fyodorovich, don't generalize. Medicine teaches us that in life, in man, everything is individual. |
Sergei: I won my Party card at the front. I can defend it. The Party doesn't need me to lie. The Party needs me to be honest. To work honestly. To have a family life based on love. That's what the Party needs. For me to always be honest in everything. Yes. We have only one life, and he who lies deceives both himself and the Party. |
Mariya: I beg you, keep quiet! What do you want from me? You want me to kill her?! Or him?! Or myself?! What are you waiting for from me?! Leave me in peace, you hear?! I'm keeping my mouth shut, so don't torment me with your questions and advice! I'm keeping my mouth shut, so don't try to stop me from keeping it shut! Leave me alone! |
Mariya: You turn to the wall and lie there, just hoping no one bothers you. But life bothers you. ... But then gradually I began to understand: it's right to bother me. And now I know it's good; I am immensely grateful to life for bothering me! In fact, I should rush to meet it. Air? Let me take in a full chestful. Sun? Let it warm me. Rain? Let him soak me, the soundrel. Worries? Bring them here. Clothes? I'm a woman and need new clothes. I need everything, the small and the large. Otherwise I might sink in my own bitterness like a stone in water. I would live only in bitterness and think only of bitterness. And that's shameful! ...I won't give in! I won't allow it! Not for a day! |