We Live Again Page #3

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Every summer after that.

Ten months

before I'll see you again.

- It's going to be hard to wait.

- For me, too.

Well, then, let's think

only of four years from now.

After I quit the army,

then we can be together all the time.

There.

You can remember me,

at least until these fade.

And forever after.

Where did you get violets

as late as this?

In the conservatory.

If your aunts

knew I took them...

They'd be angry, wouldn't they?

Yes.

They would be angry.

You will try and pass your

examinations, Dmitri, dear, won't you?

I will, Aunt Sophie.

You'll like army life.

Men always do.

Thank you, Aunt Marie.

It's been lovely.

You be a good boy,

and don't drink too much.

Yes, Aunt Sophie, I will.

- Good-bye, dear.

- Good-bye.

Good-bye. Good-bye.

- Good-bye!

- Good-bye!

Good-bye!

- Good-bye!

- Good-bye, dear. Good-bye!

- Yes, sir.

- Oh, relax.

I haven't come here officially.

I'm here because you've been making

a great fool of yourself, Lieutenant.

You were very rude

to General Davidoff's wife last night.

- Rude? I, sir?

- That's what I said!

She showed

every evidence of liking you.

And you avoided her

as though she had the cholera.

She's a married woman, sir.

She's the general's wife.

That's precisely it, young man!

She's the general's wife!

She can be useful.

She's helped a lot of

young men toward promotion.

Do you want to stay

a lieutenant all your army life?

- No, sir.

- Then confound it!

Do the things

that are done in the army!

Mix! Go to parties!

Learn to hold your liquor!

These are also the attributes

of a good soldier!

Get yourself liked.

You read too much!

Keep your nose out of books,

except those pertaining

to army regulations.

What's this? Land and Freedom?

I'm disgusted with you!

Continue the way

you've been going, Dmitri,

and you'll end up by being

cashiered out of the service!

Oh!

To fall asleep.

Forget myself forever.

And leave everything painlessly.

My life was a joke.

Crafty and evil.

I don't care if I will.

Part with life.

Silence, grief.

Silence.

Don't touch my old wound.

The tale of dear love.

Never will return.

Never.

My felt boots are very old.

And without soles.

When I put on my best shirt

I will look very good.

My white face

is blooming like a rose.

My white face

is blooming like a rose.

But better not to go too far.

And not to wear

all the rings and bracelets.

And not to wear

all the rings and bracelets.

Don't wear your presents.

Better have

your show boots fixed.

Better have

your show boots fixed.

Get out!

Discipline's good for them.

That's what they need.

But better not to go too far.

Don't wear your presents,

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