To Each His Own Page #11

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These poor children have

been going all day today.

And I should pity them, not myself.

Do you want them to marry?

That's exactly what they want.

I would like to give them the

sun and the moon and the stars.

I wanted this from the very beginning.

I thought that at least this week

I could feel like a real mother.

Allowing him everything by indulging him.

But all he needs is his girlfriend.

In this I can not help them.

After 20 years, what can I give him?

Two tickets to the theater

and a table in Ronsard.

Excuse me.

You see, I'm not in a position

to go to dinner with you.

Then let's have dinner.

In Ronsard.

No.

You can see it again.

We already said goodbye.

I can not go on this.

I agree, and we will have our own table.

- Just look at me.

- You are charming.

We meet in two hours.

Good.

Excellent... We'll wipe the noses with

all the dogs. I'll come back for you.

He sings as if the text meant something.

"They're spinning, they're

spinning." Idiocy of some kind.

Here they are.

[playing the wedding march]

Do you hear that they are playing?

It's so terrible for poor children.

Can you stop them?

After they finish playing.

It seems, is there someone

going to get married?

Something like that, sir.

Are not you upset, Officer Lorimer?

Of course not, Lieutenant.

It seems that everyone

here can get married.

Even if they do not have

documents with them.

A young man must be very proud...

that he was here with

his pretty girlfriend.

All the guys are proud of this.

Guys? I think I understand.

Is Officer Lorimer here now?

Already started trouble. She

was late for the train.

And what had to be done with it? To tie?

It's not funny at all.

Attention!

I was given a leave!

Well done!

What does this all mean?

Her dismissal was extended. I agreed.

God bless you!

And now what?

Take your things.

What for?

Gather your things, come along.

Come on.

I'm sorry, sir. Could you and

Miss Lorimer come with me?

I think this table is too

good for the lieutenant.

Just follow me, sir.

I tell you, I do not like surprises.

I'm afraid you'll have to get used to them.

- Where are you leading us?

- You will understand now, miss.

Well done!

Are we going to get married now, you mean?

- We can not. We do not have any documents.

- Your documents are ready.

But only the Archbishop of

Canterbury is authorized to do so.

All right.

- What is all this?

- A gift from Miss Norris.

Gee... Well done!

The bride and groom put the signature

on the marriage certificate.

Listen, the date of my birth is incorrectly

indicated in the documents. I'm an adopted child.

It does not matter.

This is not a gift from Miss Norris...

this is a gift for Miss Norris.

And after the ceremony, there will be

another one. I'll tell this guy everything.

- No. No, you should not.

- I will.

No Please. You do not understand.

Are the witnesses ready?

We are ready.

Here's the ring, young man.

If you say:
"Come on," I

will not give it to you.

I'll be as cold as a fish.

I took care of everything.

Oops! Wedding cake.

- Would you like a pie, sir?

- No, it's too late.

Nothing's too late.

Beloved children, we are gathered

here under the gaze of our Father...

to unite this man and this

woman in a sacred union.

Wedding cake.

Which one this time, sir? For the infantry?

For the Navy?

For the tankmen? Or pilots?

- For the pilots.

- Of course, for the pilots.

For pilots, for pilots.

- He's a handsome man.

- There's something missing.

Exactly, the pie itself.

Pilots very often marry during this war.

We have already used this

cake stand for the 79th time.

Yes, she's already worn out a little.

Put it down and open the door.

- Come on, bring the cake.

- Yes, sir.

[Mendelssohn's march plays]

- It's like a crazy dream.

- I left it all to remember later.

You do not have to tell him.

This is absolutely impossible.

He has one that he loves. He has a bride.

And now he likes me. He is grateful to me.

It's enough.

If you tell him, I will never forgive you.

I can not refrain from these words... Gee!

- How do we thank you?

- Why did you do all this for us?

It's strange, is not it? Maybe because

you're both Americans? That's not enough.

Both from one small town? It's not enough.

- Lord Deshem, let's dance?

- With pleasure.

If there are any guesses, let me know.

And they say that Santa

Claus does not exist.

What a wonderful Miss Norris!

She must have loved you

madly when you were little.

I saw how she looked at you

during our registration.

Everyone would have thought

that you were her own son.

I was her...

Excuse me, dear.

I think it's our dance, Mom.

Translation:
Minyaev

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