Countess Marya Zaleska:
Why are you looking at me that way?
Sandor:
I'm remembering last night... and waiting.
Countess Marya Zaleska:
You think this night will be like all the others, don't you? Well, you're wrong. Dracula's destroyed. His body's in ashes. The spell is broken. I can live a normal life now, think normal things. Even play normal music again. Listen. A cradle song. A song my mother once sang to me long, long ago, rocking me to sleep as she sang in the twilight.
Sandor:
Twilight.
Countess Marya Zaleska:
Quiet. Quiet. You disturb me. Twilight. Long shadows on the hillsides.
Sandor:
Evil shadows.
Countess Marya Zaleska:
No. No, peaceful shadows, the flutter of wings in the treetops.
Sandor:
The wings of bats.
Countess Marya Zaleska:
No. No, the wings of birds. From far off, the barking of a dog.
Sandor:
Barking because there are wolves about.
Countess Marya Zaleska:
Silence! I forbid you!
Sandor:
Forbid? Why are you afraid?
Countess Marya Zaleska:
I'm not. I'm not. I found release!
Sandor:
That music doesn't speak of release.
Countess Marya Zaleska:
No. No! You're right!
Sandor:
That music tells of the dark, evil things, shadowy places.
Countess Marya Zaleska:
Stop. Stop! STOP!
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05/03/2025 alle ore 08:15