In search of lost time.Marcel Proust -Swann's Way- (Videobooks) Page 17

In search of lost time.Marcel Proust -Swann's Way- (Videobooks) Page 17 And so, in an effort to increase the chances of success, I did not stop at lying: I said that I did not write to my mother of my own free will - this is my mother, when we said goodbye to her, she told me not to forget to answer about one thing, which she asked me to look for, and if my note is not given to her, then, of course, she will be very angry. I think that Francoise did not believe me: like primitive people, whose feelings were sharper than ours, she, by some signs incomprehensible to us, instantly guessed the truth that we tried to hide from her; she examined the envelope for five minutes, as if examining the paper and handwriting could give her an idea of the contents of the note and suggest which article should be applied here. She then left with a resigned air that seemed to say: “What a misfortune for parents to have such a child!” She returned immediately and said that they were still eating ice cream and the barman could not pass the note on in front of everyone, but that when they rinsed his mouth, he would somehow manage to pass it to my mother. I immediately calmed down; my situation has improved compared to the one in which I was just now, parting with my mother until tomorrow: my note, of course, will make my mother angry (especially since my cunning will make me look ridiculous in front of Swann), but she will introduce me, invisible and jubilant, into the room where my mother is sitting, she will whisper to my mother about me, thanks to which the forbidden, hostile dining room, where even ice cream - a "granite block" - and glasses for rinsing the mouth, was concealed, as it seemed to me even a second before the return of Françoise pernicious and deadly boring pleasures, since my mother receives them away from me - this dining room will now be open to me and, like a ripe fruit tearing the peel, is about to splash and splash my mother's attention to my suffering heart at a time when she will read my lines. Now I was no longer fenced off from her; the barriers collapsed, we were again bound by a wonderful thread. And that's not all: my mother will undoubtedly come to me! It seemed to me that if Swann had read my note and guessed what its purpose was, then my anguish would have seemed ridiculous to him; meanwhile, later I became aware that the same longing tormented him for many years, and, perhaps, no one would have understood me as he did; her, this melancholy that attacks when a beloved being has fun where you are not, where you cannot be with him, evoked love in him, for which this melancholy, in essence, was created, which will certainly appropriate it for itself and for itself. will accommodate; if, as it was with me, longing comes upon us before love appears in our life, then, in anticipation of love, it, vague and free, having no definite purpose and flying from feeling to feeling, now serves as filial affection. , tomorrow - friendship with a friend. Moreover, Swann also knew the joy that my first experience brought me when Françoise came to tell me that a note would be handed over - that deceptive joy that our friend or relative of the beloved woman gives us when, on his way to the house or to the theater, where he is supposed to meet her at a ball, at a festival, at a premiere, he notices that we are hanging around at the entrance, hoping in vain that chance will bring us together with her. He recognizes us, casually approaches us, asks what we are doing here. We invent that we need his relative or friend on an urgent matter; he assures us that arranging a meeting with her is as easy as shelling pears, invites us to enter the lobby and promises to send her to us in five minutes. How we bless him—this is how I was blessing Françoise now—this benevolent intermediary, whose one word made acceptable, humane, and even almost pleasant for us the enigmatic, demonic triumph, during which, as we had just imagined, hostile whirlwinds, vicious and intoxicating, they carry us away, and even make us mock us, the one we love so much! Archimed Production Studio produces high-quality feature films, documentaries and animation films and 360-degree panoramic animation. Winner of five international film festivals. We invite to cooperation of independent producers, distributors, investors . If you have any questions, please write to the e-mail: transfert@mail.ru The animation of all the characters in real time 3d