Nocturno Page #4

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What? What is it Janko? What?

Ana, if we heard it right...

Mister is not playing.

Mother of God, Mother of God!

Ana, mister can't play at all.

What is it? Your master hasn't traveled?

He's still here? - He's here.

He has guests. - What guests?

- I hear voices from the house at night.

And some playing too.

- You're just imagining that.

I'm not going near him. You bring

him this.

I brought you some food mister.

You coming when I don't want you with

my thoughts, but my whole being.

When doesn't know not just my thought,

but everything that is alive in me,

that I'm dying because you're not

beside me.

I'm here Lucio.

But you're looking for me in wrong

places, like every impatient child.

Why don't you stay beside me forever?

You're reading Byron.

Oh yes, that story was ghostly,

so what? It was like that, that's all.

You'll say that human soul knows the

bounds of worldly.

Don Juan, I have to write that down.

I didn't wrote anything for a long time.

Where is my album?

In the same place.

Look, I wrote the last things three

months ago. Such a long time ago.

Lucio don't.

Let it go Lucio.

I'll spill the ink.

Don't be impatient.

Just a little more.

It's probably dawn already.

Quiet... Don't mention the time.

What time is it?

- I don't know.

Clock has stopped, and it doesn't work.

- You fraud.

You think I don't hear ticking?

But it wasn't working, I'm sure.

Jelena, am I dreaming all this?

Tell me. You here, and everything

that happened?

Maybe you don't exist at all, and I'm

just imagining all this.

Quiet. Why are you asking all

these questions now?

But how should I interpret that?

- Sleep Lucio.

Close your eyes.

Where is he?

Why didn't you notice me that he

didn't gone away?

Why no one hasn't informed me that you

didn't gone away? - Oh doctor, it's you.

When was that... - That's the point.

I'd come earlier. - Why?

Don't act like a child, you know why.

I'm your doctor. I'm responsible for you.

Really? In front of who?

Seeing you treating your health like that,

I'd say that you don't have any intellect.

Let alone, education.

- Why? What am I doing?

You said you'll take a trip.

- And I didn't.

I'm fine here too.

- Very fine.

I can see and hear that.

- What does that mean?

You need treatment.

Nothing is hurting me.

- Really?

What about talking with yourself?

You lock yourself in room, and you

don't let anyone near you for hours.

You're playing Chopin

in the middle of the night,

you're wondering around the house

like a phantom.

Maybe you'll say that that is normal too.

I'm not talking with myself.

I know you won't believe me.

- Believe what?

Jelena is not dead.

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