The Men in Her Life Page #3

You are so lovely, Lina.

- Thank you.

Oh, heaven, that's rain! Shall we go?

Oh, my slippers... they're getting wet.

They now'll be ruined!

Watch yourself!

- Thank you. It isn't so bad in here.

Here they come now.

Get off that horse!

I am sorry, Mr Rosing.

I have no idea, what it all means.

Get in the house! - I didn't do it!

- Stupid creature, get in quick!

How could you do this?

What came over you today?

You realise, for over two years

I've been a prisoner here.

Learning to dance, speak Russian,

grammar and manners...

I never go any places,

I never see anybody.

At least, a prisoner knows how long he is

sentenced, but I don't even know that!

Stupid girl!

The feet are ice cold.

Get her a mustard pan. A hot one.

You think, I was a patient in a hospital!

- You're a fool.

You don't have to call me names,

I haven't done anything.

You could have broken your leg.

- But I didn't!

You could've caught pneumonia! Same thing.

- What are you making such a fuss about?

What have I done?

- What have you done?

Who do you think you are, Polly Varley?

You are Lina Varsavina!

What do you think you'd been,

when you came to me?

You were a pathetic bag of bones,

who rode horses in a circus.

I didn't ask to teach you, you begged me!

For two years I strived to make

a childish body of yours

into an instrument for something

much greater than, you or anyone else!

For the ballet I've made it,

for a wonderful art!

You take the body that I have made

and try to destroy it!

I told you, I didn't get hurt!

- But you might have.

But I didn't! Besides, I don't care.

I was glad, I enjoyed it!

And I enjoy myself with another

human being, someone I like.

So, you like that young fool.

- I like him very much indeed.

Soon you will be telling me, that

you are in love with him.

A dancer has no time for such nonsense.

Do you hear, Lina?

I have a right to like him, if I want to!

I am a person, not a machine!

I won't stand for it, Lina.

Do you hear me?

I hear you. Do you know why?

Because you're jealous and get scared.

I forbid you to talk that way to me!

I forbid it.

I cannot stay any more! I'm going away!

Calm. God has given you so much,

don't throw it away.

Go to Mr Rosing. Tell him, you are sorry.

Believe me, it is much more torture for him,

than for you. You don't know how much more.

Mr Rosing

Please, forgive me. I am terribly sorry.

I promise never do like this

again in my whole life.

Just because I am tired and uncertain,

I am so tired of exercises

What can I dance? Really dance?

My little girl, I understand, how you feel.

I want you to really dance too.

Just be ready for the moment,

when I could take you to...

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