Szindbád, bon voyage! Page #2

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And how he loved me.

He forgave me everything.

We'll never part again.

We'll never part again, will we?

When everyone

had deserted me.

I felt that my life,

love,

and my beauty were over,

my dead mother

stretched her hand towards me.

She said:

Today, you'll see him.

I decided to put on

my best dress.

The one you first saw me in.

I wanted to please you very,

very much.

Nonsense.

Forgive me

for talking about trifles.

I set out as if I knew

the way to you,

as if I was following

myself in the twilight.

My instinct led me

towards the Danube.

How long did I walk?

Time gets stirred up like sand.

Suddenly I heard the voice

of a policeman.

He asked me

not to commit suicide.

I could still be happy,

happy, happy, happy...

You loved me very much then.

When our love was still aflame,

when our life was happy

as the birds'

and our kisses had no end,

and when we got carried away,

we thought we were

the chosen ones, the only lovers,

God's own children, souls from

the Sun and the Moon,

then you promised

we'd die together.

Die?

Come to my place!

The house is empty.

I'll say farewell

to my mother's picture.

You'll kill me softly. I'll look at you

until death closes my eyes.

I know you'll come with me, you won't

leave me alone in the great unknown.

I'll follow you.

If we stayed alive we'd part again,

and weep and sob

in dreadful suffering.

And who knows if we'd meet again

in such wonderful love?

My love.

We'll die, Sindbad.

The Sun will rise without us,

we don't see the day break.

But the day is breaking.

Oh, is it?

I cannot die in the daylight.

The milkman's coming,

my husband's train will arrive.

I'll be invited

to the country for summer

and today I'll visit

my sick brother.

Some other time, Sindbad.

When we meet again,

one night.

Everybody must start life anew.

Naked.

So that he shouldn't dread

the things that lie ahead.

The acacia knows

when to bloom twice.

The frog and the mouse

sense the changes in the weather.

Only Man

cannot foresee tomorrow.

You know, sir, it's only worth living

for women.

My only one...

She pretends to be a Russian princess

with a line by Pushkin on her garter.

I see you're still interested

in profligate girls.

I don't understand you.

You saddle me with these dancers

and are furious if I'm not rude to them.

But I expected you to be rude.

You're foolish, my pigeon.

I only loved my vanity

and the feeling of my superiority.

Who might love Euphrosina now?

Where could her

ribboned shoes taken her?

I only loved you.

Even now,

you're thinking of someone else.

I always knew when you loved me,

who you loved and for how long.

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