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

(timidly). Mister . . .
VLADIMIR:
Louder.
ESTRAGON:
(louder). Mister . . .
POZZO:
Leave him in peace! (They turn toward Pozzo who, having finished eating,
wipes his mouth with the back of his hand.) Can't you see he wants to
rest? Basket! (He strikes a match and begins to light his pipe. Estragon
sees the chicken bones on the ground and stares at them greedily. As Lucky
does not move Pozzo throws the match angrily away and jerks the rope.)
Basket! (Lucky starts, almost falls, recovers his senses, advances, puts
the bottle in the basket and goes back to his place. Estragon stares at
the bones. Pozzo strikes another match and lights his pipe.) What can you
expect, it's not his job. (He pulls at his pipe, stretches out his legs.)
Ah! That's better.
ESTRAGON:
(timidly). Please Sir . . .
POZZO:
What is it, my good man?
ESTRAGON:
Er . . . you've finished with the . . . er . . . you don't need the . . .
er . . . bones, Sir?
VLADIMIR:
(scandalized). You couldn't have waited?
POZZO:
No no, he does well to ask. Do I need the bones? (He turns them over with
the end of his whip.) No, personally I do not need them any more.
(Estragon takes a step towards the bones.) But . . . (Estragon stops
short) . . . but in theory the bones go to the carrier. He is therefore
the one to ask. (Estragon turns towards Lucky, hesitates.) Go on, go on,
don't be afraid, ask him, he'll tell you.
Estragon goes towards Lucky, stops before him.
ESTRAGON:
Mister . . . excuse me, Mister . . .
POZZO:
You're being spoken to, pig! Reply! (To Estragon.) Try him again.
ESTRAGON:
Excuse me, Mister, the bones, you won't be wanting the bones?
Lucky looks long at Estragon.
POZZO:
(in raptures). Mister! (Lucky bows his head.) Reply! Do you want them or
don't you? (Silence of Lucky. To Estragon.) They're yours. (Estragon makes
a dart at the bones, picks them up and begins to gnaw them.) I don't like
it. I've never known him to refuse a bone before. (He looks anxiously at
Lucky.) Nice business it'd be if he fell sick on me!
He puffs at his pipe.
VLADIMIR:
(exploding). It's a scandal!
Silence. Flabbergasted, Estragon stops gnawing, looks at Pozzo and