Les parapluies de Cherbourg Page #3

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That's no reason

for sulking like that:

You may be weary,

but you're not dying:

It's not my weariness

that saddens me, it's his silence:

Guy left two months ago:

He only wrote me once:

Don't start that again!

If I knew where he was

I could write him:

They've sent him, I'm sure,

to a dangerous place

where he's risking his life:

It's more simple:

More simple than what?

He's forgotten you:

You don't know

what you're saying!

He doesn't think about you:

If he did, he would write:

One can write,

however far one is:

It's nothing:

I was so scared:

I suddenly saw Guy

Laughing with another woman:

Sit down:

I'll close the shop:

You're hiding something:

I'm not:

It is serious, isn't it?

I'm pregnant, Mother:

This is horrible,

pregnant by Guy?

How is it possible?

Well, just like everybody:

Don't joke about it,

it is serious:

What are we going to do?

What do you mean?

With the child?

Bring it up:

What shall we say?

To whom?

I don't know...

our neighbors, our friends!

We have no friends:

And the neighbors,

you never speak to them:

Roland Cassard

is coming to dinner:

We'll have to treat him well:

We'll have to put up a good front:

The way you look...

pregnant...

You don't need to tell him:

Shut up:

It makes me...

shiver

just to think of it:

Go upstairs and lie down:

I feel very well:

Don't argue:
Obey me:

I will cook dinner myself:

Do not worry...

Maybe you need some rest...

Genevive has been

overdoing it somewhat

Lately:

She's a bit pale:

Why wouldn't you go

live in the country?

The situation in which

we find ourselves

is such that we cannot,

for the time being,

take any rest:

Genevive wouldn't go alone,

and I cannot leave the shop:

There's no way out of it:

So you can't be separated?

We've practically never

been parted...

I haven't found the bean:

I have it:

You must pick a king

and make a wish:

I have no choice:

You are my king:

Thank you, Genevive:

Put this crown on:

Put it on, Genevive,

since you're asked to:

You look like

a "Virgin with child"

I saw in Antwerp:

My cheeks are burning:

How amusing!

I think I drank too much:

I'll leave you now:

I'm not feeling too well:

Then I'll go:

Please:

Let's stay a little more:

Goodnight, my darling:

I'm really worried:

Genevive is sad,

secretive, independent:

And I admit I may not be adroit

and understanding enough:

I'm always afraid

to hurt her:

I wouldn't want

to sound ridiculous,

and my feelings

could seem insincere,

however...

although I am taking this step,

I wouldn't want

to give the wrong impression:

My only desire

is to give happiness...

Am I making myself clear?

In fact, not really:

Since the beginning of dinner,

I have tried to broach a subject

which preoccupies me

but I am as moved as I am shy:

I came to ask you to give me

Genevive's hand:

I am quite awkward, I know:

You are not,

but this is quite unexpected:

Genevive for me

is still a child...

and your abrupt request

is somewhat unsettling:

You see, I don't know

Genevive's feelings for you...

She only talked about you

as a friend:

I wouldn't want, in any way,

to put pressure on her:

We know nothing about you...

Long ago,

I loved a woman:

She didn't love me:

Her name was Lola:

Long ago:

Disappointed,

I tried to forget her:

So, I left France...

I went to the end of the world...

I had no more taste for life:

Then, by chance,

our paths crossed:

As soon as I saw Genevive,

I knew that I had been

waiting for her:

Since I met her,

life has a new meaning:

All the time,

she's in front of my eyes:

I live only for her...

I think only of her...

I had to

speak to you frankly:

Don't be offended:

Of course, I wouldn't think

of influencing Genevive:

Genevive is free:

Tomorrow, I go back

to Amsterdam for three months:

When I return,

Genevive will give me her answer:

I don't know what to say:

Do not say anything...

Genevive will decide herself:

You're not sleeping?

You can see that:

Roland Cassard

asked me for your hand:

I was listening:

You didn't tell him

that I'm pregnant?

I did not dare tell him...

I am very proud of you.

Franois is a pretty name

for a boy...

Time passes slowly here.

Furloughs have been suspended.

And I don't know

whether I'll come back

to France before long.

My love,

I know you are waiting for me.

Last night, one of our patrols

fell into an ambush.

Three soldiers were killed.

All the same,

I don't think

that there's great danger here.

But it is strange how

sun and death

travel together.

Genevive,

come to dinner, darling!

Dear Mr. Cassard,

we greatly appreciated

your postcard,

Mother and I.

I find these people ridiculous:

I hate the carnival:

Don't be bitter, my darling:

Incredible, how big you are!

You are carrying in front,

it will be a boy, or twins:

No, everything is normal:

I am feeling wonderful:

You're like me:

I was delighted, never sick...

the day before your birth,

I was up on a ladder,

changing the wallpaper

in the shop:

Has the postman come?

There were only bills

and some advertising:

Why? Are you still waiting?

In his last letter, he wrote

that he was sad because

he wouldn't see me pregnant:

And perhaps it's just as well:

I look awful:

A pregnant woman

is always beautiful,

my darling:

That's true:

Look at that:

A vest:
And I saw pretty rompers

at the department store:

Admit that you are pleased:

I'd be more pleased

if that child had a father,

and if you had a husband:

Guy will return:

Guy or someone else

Absence is a funny thing...

I feel that Guy left

years ago...

I look at this photograph,

and I forget

what he really looks like...

And when I think of him,

it's this photo that I see:

It's all that I've got left of him:

Do not smoke:

Be reasonable:

What's that?

A postcard from Hamburg:

It's from Roland Cassard:

For me?

For us:
You can read it:

He says he'll be back soon:

He asks

if you have thought it over:

I feel that there's no hurry:

No, but you must think it over:

I am thinking it over,

Mother, I am...

Here's a man,

rich, refined,

and enamored of you,

and I think...

What are you doing?

You're not feeling well?

I'm all right, Mother:

You are eating:

I can't help it,

I'm always hungry:

He's not a womanizer,

a smooth talker on the prowl,

but a man who has lived

and suffered:

I know, Mother,

but don't give me a sales talk:

You praise him

as you praise your umbrellas:

He'll protect you, Genevive:

Very funny!

If you can't stand humor,

you are lost!

Guy might have been

your ideal...

but what future

did he offer you?

You know, me too,

I was once wooed

by a young man

who was not your father:

You'd have done better

to marry him:

You are right:

But understand

that I want you to be happy,

and not to ruin your life

as I ruined mine:

Don't worry about my life, Mother:

I have no intention

whatsoever

to waste my life:

Do you think Cassard

will want to marry me

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