Day passes and night comes, yet nothing happens, and I feel a kind of loneliness.

We are so used to doing monologues.

This is how the Vagina Monologues begins.

Mr. Alexander Dobner, Independent Trade Union of Belarus

If I listen to any more of your little monologue,

Confession of what, man?

Get what?

Now, as if she knew what was required of her she started going out alone, sometimes for days at a time only returning when she was hungry.

Don't you understand?

You got what?

What's wrong, Shirai?

Have you understood that?

And of course, The Vagina Monologues we know about.

How love guided the bishop of Hennau and about the soliloquy of madmen.

Why do you punish me? So many people to feed!

So I see.

Now what harebrained idiot would...

What don't you understand?

What do you know?

What do you get?

I can't understand why he did it.

What's it mean?

We've no reason to believe so.

What's good, what's bad.

Yes, because, Paul, when you look back... so much of life is wasted in Loneliness.

I can't understand how you got in so deep.

I don't get it why you are so annoyed.

I don't understand. How can you say such things when you're

with petty lies and excuses?

We'll show those rabblerousers they can't breathe our white air... and go to school with our white children.

At the frontier, there will be sentries. I know.

Oh, I see.

I don't know. What reason?

Why wouldn't I get it?

Then you must understand.

I can't understand.

So you do understand.

What do the calls.

Then would you get it?

What is clear?

A wake?

There is nothing to understand.

Do you understand?

When, tonight?

Doesn't understand...