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We may only have a few days,a few hours.
Maxim,why didn't you tell me before?
I nearly did sometimes,
but you bever seemed close enough.
How could we be close
when I knew you were always thinking of Rebecca?
How could I even ask you to love me
when I knew you loved Rebecca still?
What are you talking about?
What do you mean?
Whenever you touched me
I knew you were comparing me to Rebecca.
Whenever you looked at me,
spoke to me,
or walked with me in the garden,
I knew you were thinking.
"This I did with Rebecca
-and this--
-and this..."
Oh,it's true,isn't it?
You thought I loved Rebecca?
You thought that?
不，我们也许只有几个小时，几天了。
迈克西姆，为什麽你以前不告诉我？
我几次差点儿告诉你，
可是我觉得你对我不够亲密。
我怎能和你亲密，
当我知道你还对吕蓓卡念念不忘？
我怎能要求你爱我，
当我知道你仍然爱着吕蓓卡？
你在说什麽？
你这是什麽意思？
每次你触摸我的时候，
我知道你在拿我和吕蓓卡相比。
每次你看着我，
和我说话，
或者和我在花园里散步的时候，
我知道你在想：
我和吕蓓卡一起做过这
还有这
还有。。。
是这样吗，是吗？
你以为我爱吕蓓卡，
你是那样想的？