Nostalgia Page #2

come often?

It depends. Sometimes he does,

sometimes he doesn't

Where does he live?

Up above Bagno Vignoni

In the square

What's so funny?

Andrei!

Stop!

Why?

You're prettier

in this light

I'm beginning to understand

What?

Why do you think he locked up

his family for 7 years?

How should I know?

There he is

I've brought a famous

Russian writer

My life is normal, there's

nothing interesting about it

But we hear you had

a lovely experience

I read about it too, in the papers

Tell him about it

It's not worth it

Maybe not, but this gentleman

has come from Moscow

For me?

He's come a long way

What did he say?

-He doesn't feel like talking

Try again,

it's very important

Stop for a minute!

-Go!

What's wrong?

Have you offended him?

You've offended me!

He's crazy! It's not up to me

whether he talks or not!

I'm going!

You try

you know a bit of Italian

If you don't like the way I work

say so

But I'm a good translator

and I even improve on the original

I'm going back to Rome.

Our trip's over

All right

Excuse me

I think I know why you did that

What?

The bicycle?

Before, with your family

I'm tired

Where are you?

Come in!

Did you hear that?

It's Beethoven!

One drop plus one drop

makes a bigger drop, not two

May I?

-Smoke

When I don't know what to say

I ask for a cigarette too

But I never learned to smoke

It's too hard

You have to learn

to not smoke,

to do important things

Such as?

Some wine?

We need bigger ideas

What?

I was selfish

I wanted to save my family

Everyone must be saved,

the whole world

How?

It's simple

You see the candle?

All right

Why do you say "all right"?

You're confusing me

You cross the water with

the lighted candle

Which water?

The hot water

St. Catherine's pool

by the hotel

the steaming water

All right, when?

Now

I can't do it

I don't want

When I light the candle

and get into the water

they pull me out

They kick me out

And they shout, "You're crazy!"

Get it?

All right.

-All right?

It's all wrong!

Help me

Help me.

-All right, but

Of course

The taxi's here for the Russian

who's going to Bagno Vignoni

It's late

I must go

Thank you

Why me, of all people?

You've children?

-Two, a girl and a boy

Is your wife pretty?

You know the Madonna of Childbirth?

By Piero della Francesca

She's like that but all black

Go with the candle

We're planning

something big in Rome

Zoe!

Where are you?

Answer me!

I'm scared of being alone

I know what you're thinking,

but that's enough now

It's wrong to keep thinking

the same thing

What do you want?

Dad

Is this the end of the world?

Are we going?

Stand back!

They're letting them out!

I knew they were in there

I used to listen in secret

The water had run out

in my bathroom

Do you mind?

I thought you'd left

No, I'm still here

Good.

-You don't look pleased

Look what he gave me

Who?

-Domenico!

You're a funk!

Full of complexes

You're not free

You all seem to want freedom

but when you get it you don't know

what to do with it

or what it is

That's enough

It must be this country,

the air one breathes here

Because in Moscow

I met some wonderful men

What are you all after? This?

Not you!

You're a kind of saint

You're interested in Madonnas

You're different!

One "intellectual" tried

to keep me locked up!

Can't I ever meet the right man?

I don't mean you, you're the worst

But I swear I'll find

my kind of man!

And I have, he's waiting for me

in Rome

You dress badly too

And you're boring

You're the kind I'd sleep with

rather than explain why

I don't feel like it

What are you saying?

Don't you see?

I found myself in a most

embarrassing position!

I've had enough!

I can't take any more!

I'd like to sleep for 10 days

and wipe you out

Maybe there's nothing to wipe out

because you don't exist

It's my problem

Why do I like idiots?

Men with no charm

I might look young but I know

all about charm!

Go, go, please

You know

the night I met you

I dreamt that a soft worm

with lots of legs

fell on my head

It stung me. It was poisonous

I kept shaking my head

until it fell off.

I tried to squash it

before it reached the wardrobe

but it was no good

I kept just missing it

I just couldn't

squash it.

Since that night

I keep touching my hair

Thank God there's been

nothing between us!

Just the thought makes me sick!

She's insane

Run back to your wife!

Though you nearly betrayed her!

You're a pig!

Anything else?

Hypocrite!

We're going to listen

to some music

What's going on?

-Nothing, nothing

Oh God! Now the General

and his Chinese music!

But you won't drive me away!

Dear Pyotr Nikolayevich

I've been in Italy 2 years

very important ones

both for my profession

and for my everyday life

Last night I had a bad dream

I had to stage an opera in

the theater of My Lord the Count

The first act was set

in a park full of statues

but they were naked men

forced to stand motionless

And I was a statue too

I knew I would be harshly

punished if I moved

because our lord and master

was watching us

I could feel the cold rising

from my marble pedestal

as the autumn leaves settled

on my upraised arm

Yet I stood still

But when I sensed I could

resist no longer

I awoke

I was afraid

For I knew it had been no dream

but my reality

Yet I would die if I never

returned to Russia

if I never again saw

my homeland

the birches,

the air of my childhood

An affectionate greeting

from your abandoned friend

Pavel Sosnovsky

Maria

Andrei!

As a child I fell ill

from hunger and fear

I tear shreds of skin

from my lips. In my memory

I lick traces of salt,

of freshness

And still I walk

I sit on a doorstep,

looking for warmth

I stagger deliriously

as to the piper's tune

I was hot, I opened my collar

and I lay down

The trumpets sounded.

A light pierced my eyelids

High above the pavement mother

flies, beckons with her hand

and flies away

Now beneath the apple-trees,

I dream of a white hospital

As a child I fell ill

I must go and see Dad

I've a jacket in the wardrobe.

It's been there three years

I'll wear it again

when I'm home in Moscow

I never go anywhere,

I never see anyone

What are you doing here?

Don't be afraid

Don't be afraid of me.

It's I who should be afraid of you

You could shoot me

Everyone shoots in Italy

And there are too many

Italian shoes!

Dreadful!

Why does everyone buy them?

These are 10 years old.

It's not important

All right!

You know of great romances

no kisses

nothing at all.

Very pure!

Hence great

Feelings

unspoken feelings are unforgettable

Here it's like in Russia

I don't know why

You know

I don't speak Italian well

Here's a story

A man saves another who

was sinking into a slimy pond

thereby risking his own life

Now they are both lying

on the edge of the pound

out of breath, exhausted

The rescued man says:

"Idiot"

"why did you do that?

I live in there!"

He was offended

What's your name?

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