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

POZZO:
If you asked me to sit down.
ESTRAGON:
Would that be a help?
POZZO:
I fancy so.
ESTRAGON:
Here we go. Be seated, Sir, I beg of you.
POZZO:
No no, I wouldn't think of it! (Pause. Aside.) Ask me again.
ESTRAGON:
Come come, take a seat I beseech you, you'll get pneumonia.
POZZO:
You really think so?
ESTRAGON:
Why it's absolutely certain.
POZZO:
No doubt you are right. (He sits down.) Done it again! (Pause.) Thank you,
dear fellow. (He consults his watch.) But I must really be getting along,
if I am to observe my schedule.
VLADIMIR:
Time has stopped.
POZZO:
(cuddling his watch to his ear). Don't you believe it, Sir, don't you
believe it. (He puts his watch back in his pocket.) Whatever you like, but
not that.
ESTRAGON:
(to Pozzo). Everything seems black to him today.
POZZO:
Except the firmament. (He laughs, pleased with this witticism.) But I see
what it is, you are not from these parts, you don't know what our
twilights can do. Shall I tell you? (Silence. Estragon is fiddling with
his boot again, Vladimir with his hat.) I can't refuse you. (Vaporizer.) A
little attention, if you please. (Vladimir and Estragon continue their
fiddling, Lucky is half asleep. Pozzo cracks his whip feebly.) What's the
matter with this whip? (He gets up and cracks it more vigorously, finally
with success. Lucky jumps. Vladimir's hat, Estragon's boot, Lucky's hat,
fall to the ground. Pozzo throws down the whip.) Worn out, this whip. (He
looks at Vladimir and Estragon.) What was I saying?
VLADIMIR:
Let's go.
ESTRAGON:
But take the weight off your feet, I implore you, you'll catch your death.
POZZO:
True. (He sits down. To Estragon.) What is your name?
ESTRAGON:
Adam.
POZZO:
(who hasn't listened). Ah yes! The night. (He raises his head.) But be a
little more attentive, for pity's sake, otherwise we'll never get