Les parapluies de Cherbourg Page #6

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Then I'll go:

Please:

Let's stay a little more:

Goodnight, my darling:

I'm really worried:

Genevive is sad,

secretive, independent:

And I admit I may not be adroit

and understanding enough:

I'm always afraid

to hurt her:

I wouldn't want

to sound ridiculous,

and my feelings

could seem insincere,

however...

although I am taking this step,

I wouldn't want

to give the wrong impression:

My only desire

is to give happiness...

Am I making myself clear?

In fact, not really:

Since the beginning of dinner,

I have tried to broach a subject

which preoccupies me

but I am as moved as I am shy:

I came to ask you to give me

Genevive's hand:

I am quite awkward, I know:

You are not,

but this is quite unexpected:

Genevive for me

is still a child...

and your abrupt request

is somewhat unsettling:

You see, I don't know

Genevive's feelings for you...

She only talked about you

as a friend:

I wouldn't want, in any way,

to put pressure on her:

We know nothing about you...

Long ago,

I loved a woman:

She didn't love me:

Her name was Lola:

Long ago:

Disappointed,

I tried to forget her:

So, I left France...

I went to the end of the world...

I had no more taste for life:

Then, by chance,

our paths crossed:

As soon as I saw Genevive,

I knew that I had been

waiting for her:

Since I met her,

life has a new meaning:

All the time,

she's in front of my eyes:

I live only for her...

I think only of her...

I had to

speak to you frankly:

Don't be offended:

Of course, I wouldn't think

of influencing Genevive:

Genevive is free:

Tomorrow, I go back

to Amsterdam for three months:

When I return,

Genevive will give me her answer:

I don't know what to say:

Do not say anything...

Genevive will decide herself:

You're not sleeping?

You can see that:

Roland Cassard

asked me for your hand:

I was listening:

You didn't tell him

that I'm pregnant?

I did not dare tell him...

I am very proud of you.

Franois is a pretty name

for a boy...

Time passes slowly here.

Furloughs have been suspended.

And I don't know

whether I'll come back

to France before long.

My love,

I know you are waiting for me.

Last night, one of our patrols

fell into an ambush.

Three soldiers were killed.

All the same,

I don't think

that there's great danger here.

But it is strange how

sun and death

travel together.

Genevive,

come to dinner, darling!

Dear Mr. Cassard,

we greatly appreciated

your postcard,

Mother and I.

I find these people ridiculous:

I hate the carnival:

Don't be bitter, my darling:

Incredible, how big you are!

You are carrying in front,

it will be a boy, or twins:

No, everything is normal:

I am feeling wonderful:

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