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DOG with Alain Delon translated by Alexey Korolev

This morning I thought about him again.

I think about him often. I can't even imagine I can't imagine him being dead.

The dog was such a good one...

He was so devoted to me that I was even ashamed that I couldn't stop the rain, when he looked at me like that (pityingly).

I loved him and still do.

I crossed the Invalides Bridge on the way to the Kedorcet restaurant, where I usually have breakfast.

I always try to get there early otherwise it seems like there are a lot of people eats in the same rhythm with me.

The owner of the restaurant, Monsieur Paul, is a man nice and polite.

He does his job well doesn’t bother you with unnecessary questions and has not yet besieged customers with different dishes.

- How are you doing? - Okay, what about yours? - OK, thank you.

- Perhaps I'll take a cucumber salad and a tomato, and chanterelles with sauce.

- Okay, monsieur. - And pear compote, please. - Fine.

- Today, just because that I was thinking about the dog, I had breakfast late.

On this paper tablecloth, which absorbs ink well, and easy to write on,

I started writing a story which started like this.

Alain Delon

and

Elke Sommer

in the film DOG

director François Chalet

No, that was later...

And before that - everything else.

Still, I felt good here...

Every evening, at the same hour,

I was returning home whistled to the dog,

turned off the light after learning from the newspapers about all the troubles of the day,

and thought: “It’s good that I’m alive, that I live where I live, I live as I want".

At first I was also surprised that I could live here alone, in the company of a dog and books.

Paris is nearby...

And Paris is far away when there is a blade of grass grows between us.

Of course, sometimes...it's great when a woman loves us...

Only I have a dog...

I am FOR HIM here.

Sometimes... I was offended by him.

But he was so happy when he laid your dusty paws on my lap,

which he preferred to manicured lawns.

I became convinced that I could not live any other way.

Like a young man who fell in love with a blonde, eventually discovers that he wants to be devoted to her, and how afraid he is to betray her, -

that he couldn't love a brunette.

Friends also came to me and said: "Settled in well, buddy."

"You are the smartest."

This is one of my weaknesses: I always wanted to seem smart.

But somehow suddenly, this very evening, something strange happened to me.

I wanted to be stupid.

But in truth, with me this has happened before.

Especially in summer.

You need to close the windows at night...

I bought this rather large car just to... so that my dog ​​bites the back of the pillow.

I looked at him as he looked at me.

Go, go!

Go home.

It was as if he was telling me: "Isn't it better here?".

"You will spend money, of which you already have little."

"You can't stand alcohol, but you will drink"

"You like to choose women according to their merits, and allow yourself to be chosen by the first person you meet.""

I couldn't help it...

The next day, having had a good night's sleep, how happy I was! how happy WE were!

Once again I let him overcome me...

I was, of course, that type!

If he looked at me again, I couldn't stand it anymore...

But no, he was sleeping.

I settled in well.

Of course it's not my fault...

What are you, a fool?

You are cute.

No, you're not going anywhere.

No!

You won't make me feel sorry for you!

What do you think about yourself?

Do you want me to take the slipper? Look, you'll wait!

If I need to leave I won't ask your permission.

And it's true that we eventually become slaves of animals.

Do you see?

It's not difficult for me either. If you wanted noise, here's noise for you.

How long will we listen to each other?

Trust me - it's not interesting there.

If I could resist...

You know?

You yourself will regret it later.

Well, be obedient.

Better protect your house.

What? Do you want to come with me?

Do you want to take a walk?

I warned you: you will regret it later.

Okay... Let's go!

And the leash?!

Forgot? Come on, bring it.

Come on in.

Yeah, the weather is bad...

It was not too late to return.

I told myself: “You’ll regret it tomorrow.”

You can’t turn around with these roads of theirs! Easy to design! But inconvenience sometimes they are more than useful.

The last option is to pretend It's like you don't know where you're going.

I played hide and seek with myself.

Pigalle - from this one word I feel uneasy.

All this literature about him... A trap for tourists who are indifferent to the castles of the Loire!

Spider from the dark streets who just looks like he will laugh.

Pleasure industry which invariably causes itching.(?)

All this beauty is only external, deceptive.(?)

For a moment I thought I was saved.

That's why I was going!

That's why I was there. There's nothing to be ashamed of anymore.

Exercise. That's all!

Come in for a couple of minutes, stretch your muscles a little...

Then again - home, bed...

Previous life...

It will be necessary to taxi somehow. Okay, let's try now...

Let's go, my dear. This will serve as a lesson for us.

Home.

This is strange...

Sorry, old man.

But this is a sign of fate.

But you have to respect fate, otherwise you will be offended.

- Would you like to have some fun, monsieur? What a cutie (to the dog).

It's just a pity that he doesn't speak.

- I'm actually just... - Otherwise, you can’t stand here, this is the place boss, Monsieur Noel.

You are our old client.

- But this is my first time here, monsieur... - Got it - incognito. Come on in.

- I'll be there for 5 minutes. A? For 5 minutes?

Ciao. - I'll look after him, I love animals and they love me. Do not worry.

Now just try to open your mouth!

- Good Evening, sir! (English). Gutten Abend (German)

BuOna sera! (Italian)

Do you... perhaps speak French? - Now I'm starting to understand.

Here you go. And these are my compatriots... (?)

- Yes, yes, I see...(?)

- Everything is busy, but... - I came in for a couple of minutes.

We have a bar there.

- Good evening, monsieur. - Good evening.

It’s a bit complicated... Hmmm... it’s a bit complicated...

- I'm sorry, I... - Let me guess...

Monsieur probably wants luxury champagne in half bottles?

- And how much will it be?

30 new francs plus tax. - What fee?

- Well, gathering, monsieur, gathering.

- Just... - New. New. (?)

And the smell, monsieur! Smell it.

We don't force champagne on anyone. If they buy it, they like it. (?)

We do not force clients...(?) Maybe you'll like "Ronjada" better?..

- How much does it cost? - 30 new francs. And the collection... But no! No! the fee has already been taken into account, but there are no surprises (?)

And how do you like it? - Honestly? Like at a masquerade ball.

- You're not going to stay here alone. for the night?

- I live a little far away and... - I'm not in a hurry, but you know, there's so little space in the bar that...

what if you don’t update, then...

All these taxes... - And fees... - I just wanted to say...

Would you like...to order a drink? for Mademoiselle Ginnet?

- Cognac? - Oh, No... (?)

Wine. Wine, real, very tasty champagne.

This is good. With endurance.

- This is good...

- So...

Second... (?)

- Excuse me... it's... a little hot here. - Yeah. - They have a habit of heating here like in a bathhouse.

- Do you know what I thought?

- I have enough of my own thoughts... - How? Is it good here? A?

You can’t guess here...If only you had come yesterday... there was such an atmosphere here... family.

- It's not that I'm bored... - Are you really leaving?

- I'm just not used to it... - Yes indeed... and also these events... all these events... (?)

Tell me, what do you think about these events? - That there are too many of them.

- What's going on now! Everything happens without discussion... Democracy is collapsing, you know!

Oh my God...

It's good to have something to console yourself with...

This is another matter...

She's not bad, but she doesn't go well... What can you do with her...

If I tell you... - Quiet!

- She also has a special feature: she is always unhappy when men come...

- Who is this?

- Nothing can be done... These are the things... If she had even listened, they would have given her here a couple of useful tips.

- I don’t understand anything... - But she will come back?

- Tomorrow(?) She feels and oozes...Especially in the last evenings... you will see...some kind of disrespect for clients(?)

- What will happen to her? Who knows?.. We tried everything, even striptease...

Some were so constrained that they did not dare look at her. They all wanted to call her back.

Wow... First time...

- And last. Fruit juice.

- Sorry...

- No thanks. - Well, why? If he is from the heart... (?)

(in German)

- Mademoiselle wants to say that... that... - I understand German.

- Speak German? - No, he just started pestering me.

I heard you. Great.

- And now you will probably offer me journey to the East...

It's late: I'm leaving tomorrow.

- Why did you say that?

You have problems?

- Outwardly everything is fine. And visitors are interested in appearance. Are you not there?

May be...

Did you really like it or did you just want to start a conversation?

- Yes, I liked it.

You seemed so far away... and they were so close.

- I can’t sing as well as I should.

I've been singing since I was 5 years old. Sang psalms...

A! You know?..

- I didn't expect to hear this here.

- They sing it in France too? - I don’t know... They probably sing.

But I think, she is with me all the time.

Are you German?

- And what?!

- No, nothing, just asked.

- Sorry, it's just that when I sing, Someone will always ask.

They ask, and then they whisper for about 4 hours.

- You know, people... - Don’t say it, people... what they don’t say You know, when the occupation was still underway... Stamps, you know, stamps...

- Is it difficult for you to hear German?

Only honestly: Does it still bother you?

- I was very young. Not really...

What are you thinking?.. Y (a) YES (yes yes),

It bothered me. This has always bothered me.

It's nothing you can do...

Lots of memories...

It was in vain that I said that it's unfair.

- Are you used to...

- When will you get used to it?

- I...what am I?..

- Don't think... - No no.

- Is that all I need? What game was I playing then?..

Every evening she had the same thing. And in collusion with the bartender, of course.

And I went for it.

And how much is it all? - Are you leaving? - How many?!

480 francs - new.

- But... Maybe another glass? (?) - No thanks. - (further unintelligible, possibly in Italian)

- I liked the way you sing...

- I would just like to know...

- What?

- Your... your name.

- No.

Outside... I took a deep breath.

In fact, I still got off easy.

It was over.

The main thing is that she did not captivate me with her eyes. And why keep emphasizing that she is there because of society...

Why not according to me?..

I got into the car... At that moment I was happy.

He was no longer there.

Do you need anything else?

Hey! Where is he? - Who?

- My dog! - Don't know. I walked away for a minute.

So, I not only spent the most humiliating evening of my life,

but I also lost my dog.

And besides HERE, - in this quarter, which as if he was laughing at me.

Where I had no one to even share with with your sadness.

- Were you WAITING for me?

- It is you?..

- You are sick. Probably bad champagne.

- No. I lost my dog.

- A dog? - Yes.

He was there, back there.

The window is slightly open, he leaned his paws on the glass.

- We'll find him.

We'll find it.

- I searched all night.

You shouldn't hang around here. - This is the only place he knows. He must return.

- Well, shall we look?

- You won’t be recognized. - Hmmm... This is worse.

I was rude to you just now...

- When people are too rude to me, I forget that I know French.

It helps. - How did you learn French?

- Refusing everyone (?)

- What should he do here? - We will find him, I'm sure.

- No, we have nothing to do here, let's go.

Thank you.

It's almost good here... - It is nice here.

“It’s as if everything belongs to us here.”

And during the day there are children here - then it’s all theirs.

Even the memories that will remain later.

- My childhood memories -

it's noise.

And smoke.

And mom... tried to collect fragments of an old piano,

in the ruins to light a fire.

- My memories are no better.

- But at least you weren’t in the war...

- Sometimes it seemed to me I fought in all (wars).

1914-1918

No. My generation missed everything.

Even wars.

The war in Spain... It's great when you at the age of Hemingway or Malraux:

you can write an interesting book.

In 1940 I was 5 years old.

Liberation for me was the distribution of bread and cigarettes, which I didn't even know how to smoke.

Indochina, Algeria...

- Is it true that there will be war again soon? - They say...

It's a pity...

I liked the world in which once a year, Let's talk about the mysteries of Loch Ness...(?)

Where there is always some Bulgarian, will live to be 160...

Thanks to yogurt.

The most dangerous thing there was reading newspapers.

- You are here, and I am here too.

- Yes. There's a truce now...

Can you imagine the scandal? you and me, next to each other...

if only this was 20 years ago...

Our love is sentenced with a reprieve.

That's great.

For love to be born there must be some source.

Among warring peoples or in the hearts of people,

loving.

Everything suddenly got mixed up, like in a dream or dream, when there is no end in sight.

What did I tell her? What did she tell me?

When I try to remember now I remember only fragments of phrases.

Like movie fragments for which they forgot to do the installation.

- So strange...

You are free and so am I...

- Yes, people always have a lot of problems, which prevent them from being happy when they need it most.

- Do you like being alone? - No.

But I don't think I could live with others.

- It is the same?

- Not a single woman hasn't pleased you yet, right?

- Women... - And they don’t love you?

- Women don't like us.

They love their crush on us.

If we leave, it won't be us they miss.

They love us out of habit.

- Do you think so?

- Let's say I want to think so.

- What do you dislike so much about love?

Duty to share?

Or an obligation to receive?

- Share and receive... People often They strive to maintain a balance so that they do not get robbed.

- I love it when a man remains a man, and a woman is a woman.

- And how old are you?

- I often asked myself, do I have an age...

Age is like a dress it is different for each case.

- I feel good with you.

- You don’t even know me.

- For me, people have existed since that day how I met them.

Especially women.

If we knew everything about the women we love, how could we love them?

And if they knew everything...

- Me too...

good with you too.

- Do you really need me?

You need us to go

ate together, slept together?..

We woke up...

Are you cold?

- No.

- I'm afraid... - What?

Always a little scary

when you're too happy...

- Now, whether we like it or not, we are connected to each other.

We already have history.

Even if we part something will still remain.

Something that no one already has can't erase.

- I love you.

- This is not fair.

I had to be the first to admit.

- I love you.

- I love you too.

Sorry if I sounded awkward.

I haven't told anyone this yet.

I was saving this for you.

- Yes...

- But why the hell, - was it really worth it at that moment? should I ask her this question?

-Where were you born?

- In Berlin.

Now this is East Berlin.

Have you ever been there?

- There was once.

But for a long time.

- What happened to you? - Nothing.

- When we returned to Berlin, with my mother, houses began to be rebuilt brick by brick. (?)

And I grew up with them, like a flower. (?)

At first they hung pieces of paper on trees to say that you have an old sweatshirt... (?)

that you need clothes... Who had an apple - was already considered a rich man (?)

- Everything was confused before my eyes. I saw her, but I didn't hear her anymore.

I was in Berlin.

Eastern, northern, southern western - What difference did it make to me then?

I was 9.

The shells exploded all night.

I saw my father and mother for the last time in a concentration camp.

They were lying on the ground, dead.

And I ran.

Three days later, the Russian gave me chocolate.

The Englishman took my hand.

At that moment I started crying.

That's what Berlin is for me.

- When I grew up, I found out that all this exists, everything seemed to shine.

In fact, this wonderful dream was a nightmare.

My city was stripped of everything

so that I don’t know hardships.

There was no music in the city for me I could dance when I grew up.

Did you say something?

- No.

- Where have you been?

- Now I am here.

And forever.

I love you.

One German woman just chased another away.

Maybe it wasn't so bad that I fell in love... (?)

-Are you shaking?

- I'll show you my house.

Want? - Yes.

- Let's go to.

- Wait. - For what?

- Did you think well? - What is there to think about?

Was it true about the East? - I had to leave in the morning.

- But this is madness... What does it mean?

- There was no better choice.

- Now it is. - That night my fate was decided:

or is this love real,

or is it a false death...

The one that leaves you alive so that she would become more disgusted with you.

- Let's go to.

- You know, your dog... I would really like to meet him.

- I don’t know what came over me then...

Well, why did she talk about him?

There was no need.

He looked at me reproachfully.

Cause I was so happy when he was so sad.

It was absurd...

What was I doing on a cold morning with a stranger?

This tormented my heart the most.

I couldn’t on the day when I lost my only friend,

for whom I was everything, - my dog, -

I couldn’t drag myself after a woman...

- What happened to you. - Nothing!

- Did I say something? - Nothing at all.

Everything has already passed... - No!

- You're right, you can't do it like that. enter into someone else's life.

Without warning, without saying who you are,

Where are you from...

Or is it because I mentioned the dog?

- No, it’s not like that...

When I need to speak, I speak.

- Don't touch me.

- I'll explain, everything is very simple...

- Too easy.

The girl you met at the bar

began to threaten your lovely loneliness...

- If you think so... - It seems so to me.

And now you're running away.

- Am I running away?

If you knew how much I could do for your happiness...

It's not that I'm unhappy that bothers you.

Are you afraid to think badly about yourself (?)

- I was a coward... However, this was not cowardice.

I'm not used to love.

- Do you think that love is a habit?

What is she taught? That it can be trained how are the muscles?

With time?

- Forget what I said.

One day, perhaps, you yourself will remind me. (?)

To be left alone again. (?)

- Let's go.

- Now there is no...

- Stupid day...

Give me another day or two...

- To study me? How is the foreign language?

Lesson after lesson?

Sorry.

I know I'm hurting you. I do not want it.

But it wouldn't be fair if I were sad alone.(?)

- Will we see each other again?

- Certainly.

- I'll accompany you. - Where?

You know... it's very strange.

You still helped me.

This is already great

that for a moment I believed that love exists.

- I could catch up with her, squeeze her tightly in my arms!

She walked slowly.

Slowly!

As if she was waiting for me to call out to her. (?)

But was it worth it?

In the car I tried to convince myself that, in essence, that's better.

That it HAS to be better this way.

I wanted to cure the disease which I previously considered incurable.

I was left alone and suffered from that I lost my dog.

Not a woman. Dog!

In this terrible night defeat, I still won.

Then... everything floated by, as if in a dream.

Church...

Last houses...

Last turn...

And here!..

Rex!

Of course...He ran all the way.

All the way from Pigalle.

To get to the place where exactly you can find me.

My house.

Our house. Oh my dear!

My dear.

I love you.

And so I turned again to Paris.

To her. Why didn't I tell her?..

I'll never be her...

She does not understand(?)

Maybe at least you understand?

For him the story is over.

And for me?..

it was "DOG" translated by Alexey Korolev