The Island Page #4

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Yes, he can.

- Try it.

- Careful.

Hold it, hold it.

Look, he's walking.

Good boy.

You won't need

the crutches anymore.

Forget about them.

Come over to me, angel.

My boy, my golden boy.

- We'll be going now, and thanks.

- Going?

You should stay the night

at the monastery.

Tomorrow Father Filaret

will give your boy communion

and he'll never limp again.

l can't stay.

l need to go to work.

D'ya think l'm playing games

with you?

l've got a ticket.

What's more important,

your son or your work?

But l got to go to work.

Get out of my sight.

Leave!

Wait!

Come back!

Go ashore!

What do you think you are doing?

There, my boy.

- What are you up to?

- lf you don't think about yourself,

think about your boy.

He'll be a cripple for life.

- Let him be.

- You're stupid.

Let him be.

Vanya!

Come, Vanya, have no fear.

l'll be fired.

You like your work?

l love it.

Our design bureau

is commissioning a project

and we even work overnight.

A pipe's broken there

and the staff's on three days' leave

without pay.

How can you know?

Why are you lying?

l am not lying. When you find out

it'll be too late.

Go, woman. l have no time for you.

Another row?

Look... take the boy,

settle him for the night.

Tomorrow Father Filaret

will give him communion.

Whose boy is he?

What do we do now?

- ls he your boy?

- Yes.

Where do we go now?

Come with me.

Blessed is the man

that walks not in the counsel

of the ungodly,

nor stands in the way of sinners,

nor sits in the seat

of the scornful:

but whose delight is

in the Will of the Lord;

And he shall be like a tree planted

by the fount of eternal life

that brings forth fruit

in season;

And whose leaf shall not wither;

whatsoever he does

shall prosper.

Not so are the ungodly;

They are like chaff

Blown by the wind.

Therefore

the ungodly shall not stand

in the judgment,

nor sinners in

the council of the righteous.

For the Lord knows

the way of the righteous:

but the way of the ungodly

leads nowhere.

What are you doing there?

Lying in wait for you.

Why the charred log?

lt just leaped out of my hands.

l didn't mean it.

l see.

- No, you don't.

- Come down.

No, l'm fine where l am.

l've got complaints about you.

The proud are risen against me

and violent men have sought

my soul.

What do you think l should do

about this, prankster?

Marvelous are your deeds,

O Lord!

l hear you are

cultivating superstitions

and tempting brethren

and laymen.

Safeguard me from worldly slander...

Forget prayers and

use your brains.

Being your superior

l am duty-bound to punish you.

The Lord is my light.

Whom shall l fear?

Just you wait, prankster.

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