Arsenev:
Well, how are you, Dersu?
Dersu Uzala:
Me sitting here like dead log in woods. Me no understand how fellows live inside box.
Arsenev:
Well, I must agree, it's not a cheerful room. I think we might change the paper, make it more comfortable. In the meantime you can move into my study.
Dersu Uzala:
No, thanks, Captain. Me go outside, make good tent. Sleep there, not bother no one.
Arsenev:
In a town, that's not allowed.
Dersu Uzala:
Why not? Not good?
Arsenev:
How can I explain to you. That's the law.
Dersu Uzala:
Funny law... Shooting guns not allowed, sleep in tent not allowed. Me not breathe. Need plenty fresh air.
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05/03/2025 alle ore 08:56