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

Vladimir in turn. Pozzo outwardly calm. Vladimir embarrassed.
POZZO:
(To Vladimir). Are you alluding to anything in particular?
VLADIMIR:
(stutteringly resolute). To treat a man . . . (gesture towards Lucky) . .
. like that . . . I think that . . . no . . . a human being . . . no . . .
it's a scandal!
ESTRAGON:
(not to be outdone). A disgrace!
He resumes his gnawing.
POZZO:
You are severe. (To Vladimir.) What age are you, if it's not a rude
question? (Silence.) Sixty? Seventy? (To Estragon.) What age would you say
he was?
ESTRAGON:
Eleven.
POZZO:
I am impertinent. (He knocks out his pipe against the whip, gets up.) I
must be getting on. Thank you for your society. (He reflects.) Unless I
smoke another pipe before I go. What do you say? (They say nothing.) Oh
I'm only a small smoker, a very small smoker, I'm not in the habit of
smoking two pipes one on top of the other, it makes (hand to heart,
sighing) my heart go pit-a-pat. (Silence.) It's the nicotine, one absorbs
it in spite of one's precautions. (Sighs.) You know how it is. (Silence.)
But perhaps you don't smoke? Yes? No? It's of no importance. (Silence.)
But how am I to sit down now, without affectation, now that I have risen?
Without appearing to -how shall I say- without appearing to falter. (To
Vladimir.) I beg your pardon? (Silence.) Perhaps you didn't speak?
(Silence.) It's of no importance. Let me see . . .
He reflects.
ESTRAGON:
Ah! That's better.
He puts the bones in his pocket.
VLADIMIR:
Let's go.
ESTRAGON:
So soon?
POZZO:
One moment! (He jerks the rope.) Stool! (He points with his whip. Lucky
moves the stool.) More! There! (He sits down. Lucky goes back to his
place.) Done it!
He fills his pipe.
VLADIMIR:
(vehemently). Let's go!
POZZO:
I hope I'm not driving you away. Wait a little longer, you'll never regret
it.
ESTRAGON:
(scenting charity). We're in no hurry.
POZZO: