Il sole anche di notte (The Sun Also Shines at Night) Page #6

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You know as well as I do|how days like this...

seem to last twice as long.

And you, perhaps...

are no more than the mound of earth...

on which those two beetles are coupling.

- How old is he?|- Who?

Father Sergio.

I don't know exactly, but he's over thirty.

Would you like us to turn back again...

and join up with the others?

No. Come for me before dawn.

Thank you for sending|this cooling rain, Egidio.

It came just in time.

Now I'll get ready for bed...

and tomorrow, with the rising sun,|everything will seem simpler.

No, from now on, only water.

I don't need you anymore. Off you go!

"Our Father, who art in Heaven

"hallowed be Thy name

"Thy Kingdom come|thy will be done

"on earth as it is in heaven

"Give us this day our daily bread

"And forgive us our trespasses

"as we forgive those|who trespass against us

"And lead us not into temptation

"but deliver us from evil

"Amen"

Father Sergio! Father Sergio!

I'm a lost woman,|in the true sense of the word!

Let me in!

You want me to catch pneumonia|so your soul won't come to any harm?

I'm freezing. I'll die.

I'm sorry.

That's all right, baron.

You're really not such|a terrible man, are you?

I must ask you to forgive me|for disturbing your solitude.

I was out for a drive with friends and|I made a bet that I would get back first...

by taking a short cut.|I'm afraid I lost the way.

Of course.

I'm soaking wet, where can I dry myself?

There are hot coals in the brazier.

But I'd have to take my dress off.

- I'll go outside.|- No.

It's pouring.

Anyway, I know you won't turn round.

Lord, how wet I am!

Egidio, make my ears hear|only the sound of this rain!

Father Sergio.

Baron.

Sergio.

The real bet was that I would|make you fall in love with me.

Of course you despise me now, don't you?

It's too late for sincerity.

If you don't want to forgive me...

at least talk to me.

If only I had your sincerity!

It's I who should feel guilty.

Since you came in, I can hardly|remember the reasons I'm up here.

You know, I can't|even imagine one reason.

Maybe the astonishment I felt as a child...

at people's indifference.

"Is it possible," I would ask myself...

"that no one thinks of anyone else,|and that no one asks themselves why?"

That is the reason I said to myself...

if one man, just one man...

were to isolate himself...

to think of all the others|for all the others...

then maybe there is still hope for us.

You speak of hope, of life.

But a solitary bed, forgive me,|makes me think of a coffin.

They'll be coming for me soon.

Forget about me.

I'll stay here without talking.

No one would know about it.

I think I've got a temperature.

Your friends are here.

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