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

Berkeley being to the tune of one inch four ounce per head approximately
by and large more or less to the nearest decimal good measure round
figures stark naked in the stockinged feet in Connemara in a word for
reasons unknown no matter what matter the facts are there and considering
what is more much more grave that in the light of the labors lost of
Steinweg and Peterman it appears what is more much more grave that in the
light the light the light of the labors lost of Steinweg and Peterman that
in the plains in the mountains by the seas by the rivers running water
running fire the air is the same and then the earth namely the air and
then the earth in the great cold the great dark the air and the earth
abode of stones in the great cold alas alas in the year of their Lord six
hundred and something the air the earth the sea the earth abode of stones
in the great deeps the great cold on sea on land and in the air I resume
for reasons unknown in spite of the tennis the facts are there but time
will tell I resume alas alas on on in short in fine on on abode of stones
who can doubt it I resume but not so fast I resume the skull fading fading
fading and concurrently simultaneously what is more for reasons unknown in
spite of the tennis on on the beard the flames the tears the stones so
blue so calm alas alas on on the skull the skull the skull the skull in
Connemara in spite of the tennis the labors abandoned left unfinished
graver still abode of stones in a word I resume alas alas abandoned
unfinished the skull the skull in Connemara in spite of the tennis the
skull alas the stones Cunard (mкlйe, final vociferations) tennis . . . the
stones . . . so calm . . . Cunard . . . unfinished . . .
POZZO:
His hat!
Vladimir seizes Lucky's hat. Silence of Lucky. He falls. Silence. Panting
of the victors.
ESTRAGON:
Avenged!
Vladimir examines the hat, peers inside it.
POZZO:
Give me that! (He snatches the hat from Vladimir, throws it on the ground,
tramples on it.) There's an end to his thinking!
VLADIMIR:
But will he be able to walk?
POZZO:
Walk or crawl! (He kicks Lucky.) Up pig!
ESTRAGON:
Perhaps he's dead.
VLADIMIR:
You'll kill him.
POZZO:
Up scum! (He jerks the rope.) Help me!
VLADIMIR:
How?
POZZO:
Raise him up!
Vladimir and Estragon hoist Lucky to his feet, support him an instant,
then let him go. He falls.