For Whom the Bell Tolls Page #4

Mara's right.

- Two of a kind!

You are a prize for any woman.

If you'd ever let go of yourself.

And this one...

this one is a gift to any man,

if she could cook a little better.

Give me a cigarette and listen.

Life is very curious.

I would have made a good man,

but I'm all woman and all ugly.

Yet many men have loved me.

Is that strange?

I don't think you're ugly.

Dont lie to me.

Or has it begun to work with you too?

No, no, no. Look, I am ugly.

Yet one can have a feeling here

that blinds a man while he loves you.

He thinks you are beautiful,

and one day, for no reason at all,

he sees you ugly, as you really are.

And he's not blind any more.

Then you see yourself

as ugly as he sees you.

And you lose your man

and your feeling.

Then one day the feeling,

that idiotic feeling that you are

beautiful, grows inside of you again.

And another man sees you

and thinks you're beautiful.

And it's all to do over again.

Now I am past it.

But it still might come again.

Lift your head,

this silliness is over.

I was only jealous of your 19 years.

It isn't a jealously that lasts.

You won't be 19 always.

You see,

I have evil thoughts, Ingls.

If I were 19, I'd take you away

from this cropped head,

even with my ugly face.

No, no, sit there. I have a surprise

for you. Close your eyes.

You too, Ingls.

No, tightly, both of you.

Pilar, wait!

- Shut up, Ingls!

I'm bored with both of you!

- Pilar!

Let her go, Roberto.

Dont you want to be alone with me?

- Of course.

And I want to be with you, Roberto.

Pilar knows it. She knows everything.

- I'm beginning to believe it.

Will she be alright?

- You don't have to worry about her.

It's a wonderful day, Roberto.

What are you worrying about?

- About you.

Me? Why?

Because I'm so happy?

I wish you weren't here, Mara.

I mean it.

I'm thinking about what will

happen to you after the bridge.

Can't I go with you?

El Sordo will get us horses for sure.

I know we need them for the escape.

You've got to understand, Mara.

I'm in this war to the finish.

I can't have

anything serious in my life.

A man doing what I'm doing

never knows what's going to happen.

Whatever happens to you

will happen to me.

Haven't you anyone in the Republic?

No relatives all?

You must have people somewhere.

My father and my mother,

I saw them killed.

My father was the mayor of our town

and a Republican.

When the Nationalists came, they lined

up the Republicans against the wall.

My father cried out very loud,

"Long live the Republic!"

And then they shot him.

But my mother was not a Republican.

She had no politics.

But she loved my father

and she couldn't say that.

So she just looked at my father

who lay there at her feet, and said,

"Long live my husband

who was the mayor of this town."

She said it very loud,

like a shriek,

and then they shot and she fell,

and I wanted to got to her,

but we were all tied by the wrists

in a long line of girls and women.

And I wanted to be shot too

and say, "Long live the Republic

and my mother and my father."

Instead, there was no more shooting.

They herded us up the hill

and through the streets

to the square.

My father's office

was in the city hall,

but they took us

across the street to the barber shop.

I want to tell you.

- No. Dont.

Roberto...

are you angry about something?

Of course not.

I'm glad.

I won't cry any more.

Oh Roberto...

I like...

I don't know how to kiss

or I would kiss you.

Where do the noses go?

Always I've wondered

where the noses would go.

They're not in the way, are they?

I always thought they would be.

Look, I can do it myself.

- Mara.

Did I do it wrong?

Look, Pilar!

Roberto fell in the brook.

Already she makes you blind, Ingls?

Can't even see where you're going.

Hola, Ingls.

Come sit down here where it's warm.

I'll take your shoes and put them

in the smoke of the fire to dry.

Hey, don't burn them. I don't want

to stand around here barefooted.

Mara, fetch me some dry socks.

- The lord and master.

Here's the key.

The pack is locked.

Who's on guard at the top?

- Agustn.

Put these on. Dry your feet well.

You can't dry them with your hair?

What a swine.

Hit him with a chunk of wood, Mara.

I'm joking because I'm happy.

- You are happy?

Yes. I think everything goes well.

Keep this under your feet

until your shoes are dry.

Must you care for him as a child?

- No. As a man who's cold and wet.

And a man

who has just come home to his house.

Take the coffee, worthless one.

Does it always grow dark this early?

- No, Ingls. It's the weather.

The wind is very disorderly.

- Getting colder out.

Yes, Ingls. It is not correct

to be so cold in the month of May.

Any movement on the road, Anselmo?

- Not much.

It's all marked on the papers.

- Gypsy, what about the bridge?

Six hour interval.

I stayed till they changed the watch,

at noon and at six.

It was a long watch, Ingls. And cold!

My... my bones brea...

How about the sawmill post?

- Eight men and a corporal.

No more arrived.

- What about the road-mender's hut?

I didn't get that far. I remembered

what you said. To be careful.

Only ten cars?

- All written down, Roberto.

Ingls!

How do you like it, Pilar?

Very beautiful, the snow, huh?

Get out of my sight!

God help El Sordo.

If it snows all night,

it may cover his tracks. - Lf, if!

How do you like it, woman?

How do you like to command

when it snows? - Shut up, drunkard!

I know why you went to see El Sordo.

Horses make tracks in the snow,

hey, Ingls? Yeah.

Now there will be no offensive.

No bridge. No. Just snow.

Yeah.

And no making love in the heather!

Watch your mouth!

No. Let me.

Mara!

Wipe the table clean, Mara!

Wipe your own spillings!

Wipe first your chin, drunkard,

and then the table!

Pay no attention to him. He's drunk.

Fix my shoes, Mara.

Are you really drunk?

- Why not?

But not too drunk to watch your mouth!

No one on guard at the top?

- In this storm?

What for? No soldiers will move

in these mountains tonight.

Pilar, bring me something hot to eat!

Wine, Ingls?

I thought I was Roberto.

- I call you Ingls before the others.

Roberto?

Don Roberto!

How is Don Roberto?

- Fine, Don Pablo. How's Bacchus?

Who is Bacchus?

You know. Your constant companion.

I don't know such a man.

You say funny things, Ingls.

- Sure, I do. I'm a laugh a minute.

Pay no attention. He's drunk.

- Tell us, Ingls,

why have you come so far

to fight for our Republic?

A man fights for what he believes in,

Fernando. - In his own country.

Maybe you feel I'm sticking my nose

into other people's business,

but I don't feel that way.

It's not only Spain fighting here.

It's Germany and Italy

fighting Russia.

And the Spanish are right in the

middle of it. The Nazis and fascists

are against democracy

and against the communists.

They're using your country

to test their new war machinery.

Their tanks and dive-bombers. So they

can destroy democracies like England,

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