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movie guy with sunglasses I'm tired of your spyware faces! I'm sick of you! We were silent. Francis and Marguerite whispered to me: "She saw?" I replied, "No, quite a bit." Edith, clutching the railing of the balcony, looking down into the void ... like kakoeto gave promise. Her eyes shone with hope.She absolutely did not look nor drunk or crazy or lost. Such a hopeless longing she had never been. We did not go away and waited, when it will pass. There was a sofa. All three of us sat down on it. We were like animals who are anticipating a storm or eclipse. Marguerite suddenly jumped to her feet with a cry: "She's gone mad! What is she doing!"Edith brought it a leg up on the railing. It 'has been halfway in the air. Marguerite clasped her hands, trying to keep. Francis also rushed to the balcony. I also went up to them, but Edith screamed, "Leave me alone with Marguerite! Get out! "We had to give. When we approached them, Edith began to rush, and Marguerite hardly hold it.We walked out. After half an hour managed to lead Edith Geet in her room. Together we put her to bed. That night I stayed with her. I told her about the songs on her work, not even knowing if she listens to me. Then he spoke, and she began to make plans, and I realized that everything went. Before going to sleep, she told me as a child:"Forgive me, Momona, you know ... I pretend ..." But these words convinced me that it was actually. What is the reason? If I knew that the reason was called morphine, I would have stayed with her. But even before Edith told me: "You see, I stopped injections. I have no pain, and drugs I do not need anymore. "I was so stupid that they believe. Chapter XV. Feast of Love Jacques Pils Everything was incredibly wonderful. Choir sang only for them. Last beggar was happy. It was a procession of love, And on top of all the power the bell tolls, "Long live the bride!"When Henri Comte wrote to Edith" Wedding ", he was not mistaken, this is the she thought it would be. She always said, "Momona wedding - is the church bells ... It's a celebration of love!"For a long time she was not the ringleader of this speech, has long lost faith in it ... However, in the life of Edith often something happened just when she decided that all was over, nothing to hope for.And at a time when it is most difficult to fight one on one struggled with alcoholism, drug addiction, fear ... when she lied to her friends - Git, Michel Emery, Lulu, Charles I and a few others - this time on the steamer "IldeFrans "seas two people talking about her.It was Eddie Lewis, her American impresario, who replaced the deceased Clifford Fisher and Jacques Pilet.
movie guy with sunglasses They sat at the bar. Steamer sailed to the coast of France. Jacques sang a song. - Like, Eddie? - Excellent. You wrote it? - Yes, How povashemu who I can suggest one? - Edith, of course!- How well do exactly what you tell me about it! After I wrote specifically for her, but I've long seen her. I do not know if I dare ... - But why? On arrival in Paris, I'll arrange everything. Jacques Pilet. Edith met him in 1939.