"Samuel Beckett "Waiting for Godot" (tragicomedy in 2 acts)" - читать интересную книгу автора

with his coat, goes back to his place and takes up bag, basket and stool.)
Touch of autumn in the air this evening. (Pozzo finishes buttoning up his
coat, stoops, inspects himself, straightens up.) Whip! (Lucky advances,
stoops, Pozzo snatches the whip from his mouth, Lucky goes back to his
place.) Yes, gentlemen, I cannot go for long without the society of my
likes (he puts on his glasses and looks at the two likes) even when the
likeness is an imperfect one. (He takes off his glasses.) Stool! (Lucky
puts down bag and basket, advances, opens stool, puts it down, goes back
to his place, takes up bag and basket.) Closer! (Lucky puts down bag and
basket, advances, moves stool, goes back to his place, takes up bag and
basket. Pozzo sits down, places the butt of his whip against Lucky's chest
and pushes.) Back! (Lucky takes a step back.) Further! (Lucky takes
another step back.) Stop! (Lucky stops. To Vladimir and Estragon.) That is
why, with your permission, I propose to dally with you a moment, before I
venture any further. Basket! (Lucky advances, gives the basket, goes back
to his place.) The fresh air stimulates the jaded appetite. (He opens the
basket, takes out a piece of chicken and a bottle of wine.) Basket! (Lucky
advances, picks up the basket and goes back to his place.) Further! (Lucky
takes a step back.) He stinks. Happy days!
He drinks from the bottle, puts it down and begins to eat. Silence.
Vladimir and Estragon, cautiously at first, then more boldly, begin to
circle about Lucky, inspecting him up and down. Pozzo eats his chicken
voraciously, throwing away the bones after having sucked them. Lucky sags
slowly, until bag and basket touch the ground, then straightens up with a
start and begins to sag again. Rhythm of one sleeping on his feet.
ESTRAGON:
What ails him?
VLADIMIR:
He looks tired.
ESTRAGON:
Why doesn't he put down his bags?
VLADIMIR:
How do I know? (They close in on him.) Careful!
ESTRAGON:
Say something to him.
VLADIMIR:
Look!
ESTRAGON:
What?
VLADIMIR:
(pointing). His neck!
ESTRAGON:
(looking at the neck). I see nothing.
VLADIMIR:
Here.
Estragon goes over beside Vladimir.
ESTRAGON:
Oh I say!
VLADIMIR:
A running sore!