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

POZZO:
But for him all my thoughts, all my feelings, would have been of common
things. (Pause. With extraordinary vehemence.) Professional worries!
(Calmer.) Beauty, grace, truth of the first water, I knew they were all
beyond me. So I took a knook.
VLADIMIR:
(startled from his inspection of the sky). A knook?
POZZO:
That was nearly sixty years ago . . . (he consults his watch) . . . yes,
nearly sixty. (Drawing himself up proudly.) You wouldn't think it to look
at me, would you? Compared to him I look like a young man, no? (Pause.)
Hat! (Lucky puts down the basket and takes off his hat. His long white
hair falls about his face. He puts his hat under his arm and picks up the
basket.) Now look. (Pozzo takes off his hat. VLADIMIR:
And now you turn him away? Such an old and faithful servant!
ESTRAGON:
Swine!
Pozzo more and more agitated.
VLADIMIR:
After having sucked all the good out of him you chuck him away like a . .
. like a banana skin. Really . . .
POZZO:
(groaning, clutching his head). I can't bear it . . . any longer . . . the
way he goes on . . . you've no idea . . . it's terrible . . . he must go .
. . (he waves his arms) . . . I'm going mad . . . (he collapses, his head
in his hands) . . . I can't bear it . . . any longer . . .
Silence. All look at Pozzo.
VLADIMIR:
He can't bear it.
ESTRAGON:
Any longer.
VLADIMIR:
He's going mad.
ESTRAGON:
It's terrible.
VLADIMIR:
(to Lucky). How dare you! It's abominable! Such a good master! Crucify him
like that! After so many years! Really!
POZZO:
(sobbing). He used to be so kind . . . so helpful . . . and entertaining .
. . my good angel . . . and now . . . he's killing me.
ESTRAGON:
( to Vladimir). Does he want to replace him?
VLADIMIR:
What?
ESTRAGON:
Does he want someone to take his place or not?
VLADIMIR:
I don't think so.
ESTRAGON: