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

I wonder.
VLADIMIR:
Ask him, can't you?
POZZO:
(who has followed these exchanges with anxious attention, fearing lest the
question get lost). You want to know why he doesn't put down his bags, as
you call them.
VLADIMIR:
That's it.
POZZO:
(to Estragon). You are sure you agree with that?
ESTRAGON:
He's puffing like a grampus.
POZZO:
The answer is this. (To Estragon). But stay still, I beg of you, you're
making me nervous!
VLADIMIR:
Here.
ESTRAGON:
What is it?
VLADIMIR:
He's about to speak.
Estragon goes over beside Vladimir. Motionless, side by side, they wait.
POZZO:
Good. Is everybody ready? Is everybody looking at me? (He looks at Lucky,
jerks the rope. Lucky raises his head.) Will you look at me, pig! (Lucky
looks at him.) Good. (He puts the pipe in his pocket, takes out a little
vaporizer and sprays his throat, puts back the vaporizer in his pocket,
clears his throat, spits, takes out the vaporizer again, sprays his throat
again, puts back the vaporizer in his pocket.) I am ready. Is everybody
listening? Is everybody ready? (He looks at them all in turn, jerks the
rope.) Hog! (Lucky raises his head.) I don't like talking in a vacuum.
Good. Let me see.
He reflects.
ESTRAGON:
I'm going.
POZZO:
What was it exactly you wanted to know?
VLADIMIR:
Why he-
POZZO:
(angrily). Don't interrupt me! (Pause. Calmer.) If we all speak at once
we'll never get anywhere. (Pause.) What was I saying? (Pause. Louder.)
What was I saying?
Vladimir mimics one carrying a heavy burden. Pozzo looks at him, puzzled.
ESTRAGON:
(forcibly). Bags. (He points at Lucky.) Why? Always hold. (He sags,
panting.) Never put down. (He opens his hands, straightens up with
relief.) Why?
POZZO: