Ingrid Bergman: erinevus redaktsioonide vahel

 

<!--* Drama school was marvelous. I was so happy. I Changed for the better from one day to the next I became a terribly happy person, outgoing, relaxed, because I was doing exactly what I wanted to do. And it was so very easy for me. I had no difficulty in understanding what they meant when they explained how to handle your voice or move across a stage. We had ballet lessons, fencing lessons, lessons on the history of the theater, voice projection, posture—and we played scenes. (lk 30)

<!--* I remember arriving at that little stage door at the side of the Royal Dramatic Theatre and just standing there, so happy, thinking, I belong! This is my home. I can go in there and they will say “Hallo Ingrid'' and I am part of this. I was so proud. (lk 30)

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<!--* I think it took a long time for Petter to realize that he was in love with me. 1 don't think that falling in love with an actress was in his plans at all. He was very interested in the theater, many of his friends were artists. We went to the theater and movies, but I don’t think that marrying an actress was part of his future. We just liked each other, liked going out together. ... He fell in love almost without realizing what was happening. (lk 32)

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:Imagine his irritation when he found someone hiding in the bushes in Papa Lindstrom’s own front garden all ready to snap pictures and write an article. Someone hauled her out and Petter was being very stern when Papa Lindstrom came out and said, “Petter, my boy, you musn’t talk like that to a young lady on your wedding day—I mean, good manners. Now, young lady, will you please come in and have a cup of coffee with us."

:So in came Bang—her real name was Barbro Alving, but she’s always written under the name of Bang—and I discovered it was her very first writing assignment, and my very first wedding, so we had something in common. We chatted away and became good friends, and we’ve been good friends ever since. (lk 49)

<!--* Petter and I had set up house first of all in a small apartment in Stockholm, and our friend Mollie Faustman gave us a small black cat which proceeded to scratch the place to pieces. We lived very happily together. We had a maid and I didn't do much cooking because I’ve never been either attracted to it or any good at it. I realized years later in Hollywood that I had to take some interest when my daughter came in saying. “Mummy, I’ve got to learn how to boil an egg. How do you boil an egg?” And as I wasn’t very clear about it, I decided it was about time that at least I bought a cookbook. But housework I was very good at. The scrubbing and cleaning of a house or apartment from top to bottom has always satisfied my Scandinavian soul. One of my friends always says, “How you’ve wasted all these years being an actress when you could have been the best charwoman in the business." (lk 49)

* It was in this period too that I learned something new about Petter: his real concern for me. I was in Berlin for the UFA screen test I was feeling very lonely and very lost in the hotel when I went down to the reception, and there, down in the lobby, not quite hiding behind a newspaper, was Petter! I was so happy. He had come down to take care of me. He said, ‘‘I suddenly realized how lonely you’d be on your own, and how nervous, because you don't know how to handle people. So I thought I’d better be around just in case. But don’t tell anybody I’m here, because I know these film people. They don’t want husbands around. But 1 am here if you need me. You’ve got to act like a young actress confident enough to stand on her own two feet That’s what they expect you to be."

:Of course you can look at it from the other viewpoint and say that he ''should'' have let me go; that he should have taught me to be on my own. Because, in fact he so tied me down by being helpful that for the rest of my life I’ve been helpless without a man to tell me what to do. Except when I’m doing my own work, that is. When I’m --><!--//--><!--on stage, or in front of that camera, nobody can tell me anything except the director because I know instinctively what to do, and, I think, how to do it. But in my private life, if anyone asks "Do you want this room or that room?” I don’t care. Or, ‘‘Would you like I fish or meat?" I don't know. It's not important to me. You choose for me.

:Men make women helpless by deciding and telling them what to do. Men in my life taught me to be dependent, beginning with my father, and after that Uncle Otto, who didn't want me to become an actress, and then Petter, even before our engagement—not that it was Petter’s fault. I was the one who asked him for advice and help in those early days. (lk 50-51)

:[[Mehed]] muudavad naised [[abitus|abituks]], otsustades ja öeldes neile, mida teha. Mehed minu elus õpetasid mind [[sõltuvus|sõltuma]], alustades [[isa]]st ja pärast seda [[onu]] Ottost, kes ei tahtnud, et minust [[näitleja]]nna saaks, ja siis Petter juba enne meie [[kihlus|kihlumist]] – mitte et see Petteri [[süü]] oleks olnud. Mina olin see, kes neil algusaegadel temalt [[nõu]] ja [[abi]] küsis. (lk 50-51)

* 3. peatükk