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Стихи. (В переводах разных авторов) :: Йейтс Уильям Батлер
Страница: 241 из 242Many that are red-cheeked now will be pale-cheeked; many that have been free to walk the hills and the bogs and the rushes will be sent to walk hard streets in far countries; many a good plan will be broken; many that have gathered money will not stay to spend it; many a child will be born, and there will be no father at its christening to give it a name. They that had red cheeks will have pale cheeks for my sake; and for all that, they will think they are well paid.
[She goes out; her voice is heard outside singing.]
They shall be remembered for ever, They shall be alive for ever, They shall be speaking for ever, The people shall hear them for ever.
BRIDGET [to PETER]. Look at him, Peter; he has the look of a man that has got the touch. [Raising her voice.] Look here, Michael, at the wedding-clothes. Such grand clothes as these are. You have a right to fit them on now; it would be a pity to-morrow if they did not fit. The boys would be laughing at you. Take them, Michael, and go into the room and fit them on. [She puts them on his arm.]
MICHAEL. What wedding are you talking of? What clothes will I be wearing to-morrow?
BRIDGET. These are the clothes you are going to wear when you marry Delia Cahel to-morrow.
MICHAEL. I had forgotten that.
[He looks at the clothes and turns towards the inner room, but stops at the sound of cheering outside.]
PETER. There is the shouting come to our own door. What is it has happened?
[PATRICK and DELIA come in.]
PATRICK. There are ships in the Bay; the French are landing at Killala!
[PETER takes his pipe from his mouth and his hat off, and stands up. The clothes slip from MICHAEL's arm.]
DELIA. Michael! [He takes no notice.] Michael! [He turns towards her.] Why do you look at me like a stranger?
[She drops his arm. BRIDGET goes over towards her.]
PATRICK. The boys are all hurrying down the hillsides to join the French.
DELIA. Michael won't be going to join the French.
BRIDGET [to PETER]. Tell him not to go, Peter.
PETER. It's no use. He doesn't hear a word we're saying.
BRIDGET. Try and coax him over to the fire.
DELIA. Michael! Michael! You won't leave me! You won't join the French, and we going to be married!
[She puts her arms about him; he turns towards her as if about to yield. OLD WOMAN's voice outside.]
They shall be speaking for ever, The people shall hear them for ever.
[MICHAEL breaks away from DELIA and goes out.]
PETER [to PATRICK, laying a hand on his arm].
[She goes out; her voice is heard outside singing.]
They shall be remembered for ever, They shall be alive for ever, They shall be speaking for ever, The people shall hear them for ever.
BRIDGET [to PETER]. Look at him, Peter; he has the look of a man that has got the touch. [Raising her voice.] Look here, Michael, at the wedding-clothes. Such grand clothes as these are. You have a right to fit them on now; it would be a pity to-morrow if they did not fit. The boys would be laughing at you. Take them, Michael, and go into the room and fit them on. [She puts them on his arm.]
MICHAEL. What wedding are you talking of? What clothes will I be wearing to-morrow?
BRIDGET. These are the clothes you are going to wear when you marry Delia Cahel to-morrow.
MICHAEL. I had forgotten that.
[He looks at the clothes and turns towards the inner room, but stops at the sound of cheering outside.]
PETER. There is the shouting come to our own door. What is it has happened?
[PATRICK and DELIA come in.]
PATRICK. There are ships in the Bay; the French are landing at Killala!
[PETER takes his pipe from his mouth and his hat off, and stands up. The clothes slip from MICHAEL's arm.]
DELIA. Michael! [He takes no notice.] Michael! [He turns towards her.] Why do you look at me like a stranger?
[She drops his arm. BRIDGET goes over towards her.]
PATRICK. The boys are all hurrying down the hillsides to join the French.
DELIA. Michael won't be going to join the French.
BRIDGET [to PETER]. Tell him not to go, Peter.
PETER. It's no use. He doesn't hear a word we're saying.
BRIDGET. Try and coax him over to the fire.
DELIA. Michael! Michael! You won't leave me! You won't join the French, and we going to be married!
[She puts her arms about him; he turns towards her as if about to yield. OLD WOMAN's voice outside.]
They shall be speaking for ever, The people shall hear them for ever.
[MICHAEL breaks away from DELIA and goes out.]
PETER [to PATRICK, laying a hand on his arm].