“Polly?” Colin said gently.... «All Clear»
Tintirichka29 сентября 2025“Polly?” Colin said gently. “Ready?” “Yes,” she said. “Let’s go home,” and started up the aisle with him. “Wait!” Sir Godfrey called. “I would speak with thee ere you go.” Polly and Colin turned in the doorway and looked down at the stage. Sir Godfrey stood in front of the curtain, still in his Hitler uniform and his ridiculous mustache. “My lord?” she said, but he wasn’t looking at her. He was looking at Colin, and he wasn’t Duke Orsino or even Crichton. He was Prospero, just as he had been that first night they had acted together in St. George’s cellar. “ ‘I have given you here a third of mine own life,’ ” he said, “ ‘or that for which I live.’ ” Colin nodded. “ ‘I promise you calm seas,’ ” Sir Godfrey called, and raised his hands in benediction, “ ‘auspicious gales, and sail so expeditious that shall catch your royal fleet far off.’ ”
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