Serge: Will he come today?
Hippolyte: Műrier?
Serge: Yes, Műrier. Will he come? Do you think he will come?
Hippolyte: Yes, he’ll come. I have faith that he will come. He told us to wait here for him. Here. By the tree.
Serge: What tree?
Hippolyte: That tree. The one behind us.
Serge: That one? It looks like a bush to me.
Hippolyte: A tree.
Serge: A bush.
Hippolyte: A shrub.
Serge: A bush.
Hippolyte: A tree.
Serge: Is it his? Is it his bush?
Hippolyte: Tree. He owns all the land around here, so yes, it is his.
Serge: I’m cold. Give me your coat.
Hippolyte: If I give you my coat, then I’ll freeze.
Serge: But at least one of us will be warm.
Hippolyte: And one of us will freeze to death. I hate you.
Serge: I hate you.
Hippolyte: Let’s forgive each other.
Serge: Yes, let’s.
Hippolyte: Let’s embrace.
Serge: My dear!
Hippolyte: My dear!
Serge: How time passes when one is having fun. Will he come?
Hippolyte: Műrier?
Serge: Yes. Soon.
Hippolyte: If you’re cold, we could walk round the tree.
Serge: The bush? Yes we could. But if he came and we weren’t here…
Hippolyte: We would be here.
Serge: He told us to wait here. By the bush.
Hippolyte: The tree. But look here, if we take our current distance from it as being the radius of a circle, then if we proceed round it we are – ipso facto – always by it.
Serge: True.
Hippolyte: Besides, we walked round it yesterday.
Serge: Did we? I don’t recognize it. Was it really yesterday?
Hippolyte: Yes, I am sure. And the day before.
Serge: It had leaves on it then.
Hippolyte: It must be autumn now.
Serge: I’m cold.
Hippolyte: Look at the state of you. What if he comes? What if Műrier comes? You should comb your hair.
Serge: I haven’t a comb.
Hippolyte: Use your fingers, then.
Serge: Like this?
Hippolyte: Yes.
Serge: You should shine your boots.
Hippolyte: I haven’t a brush.
Serge: Use your sleeve.
Hippolyte: Like this?
Serge: Yes. And we should brush our teeth too.
Hippolyte: And then we could walk round the tree.
Serge: The bush, Hippi, the bush.
Hippolyte. The tree, Gégé.
Serge: I’m cold. Will he come soon?
Hippolyte: Yes, he will come. I hope he will come. Today. Or tomorrow.
Serge: Meanwhile…
Hippolyte: … we could walk around the bush…
Serge: … again.
Hippolyte: I am cold.
Serge: Will he come? Will Műrier come?
Hippolyte: Yes. Soon.
Silver trophy winner
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