var txt = "\nWAITING FOR GODOT\nВ ОЖИДАНИИ ГОДО\ntragicomedy in 2 acts\n\n\nBy\nSamuel Beckett \n\n\n\n\nEstragon\n\nVladimir\n\nLucky\n\nPozzo\n\na boy\n\n\n\nACT I\nA country road. A tree.\nEvening.\n\nEstragon, sitting on a low mound,\n is trying to take off his boot.\nHe pulls at it with both hands, panting.\nHe gives up, exhausted, rests, tries again.\nAs before.\n\nEnter Vladimir.\nESTRAGON:(giving up again).\nNothing to be done.\n\nVLADIMIR:(advancing with short, stiff strides, legs wide apart).\nI'm beginning to come round to that opinion.\n All my life I've tried to put it from me,\n saying Vladimir, be reasonable, \nyou haven't yet tried everything.\n And I resumed the struggle.\n(He broods, musing on the struggle. Turning to Estragon.)\nSo there you are again.\n\nESTRAGON: Am I?\nVLADIMIR: I'm glad to see you back.\nI thought you were gone forever.\nESTRAGON: Me too.\nVLADIMIR: Together again at last!\n We'll have to celebrate this.\n But how?\n (He reflects.)\n Get up till I embrace you.\nESTRAGON:(irritably). Not now, not now.\nVLADIMIR:(hurt, coldly).\n May one inquire where His Highness spent the night?\nESTRAGON: In a ditch\nVLADIMIR:(admiringly). A ditch! Where?\nESTRAGON:(without gesture). Over there.";