27/08/2022
A Letter from Charlie Chaplin to his daughter Geraldine
“My girl!
It’s night. Christmas night. All the armed men went to sleep my little fortress. Sleep your brother, your sister. Even your mother was asleep. I almost woke chicks asleep, getting to this half-lit room. How far are you from me! But let me go blind if your image is not always in front of my eyes. Your portrait - here on the table, and here, near my heart. Where are you? There, in a fabulous Paris, dancing in the grand theatrical stage on the Champs Elysees. I know this, and yet it seems to me that in the silence of the night I hear your footsteps, see your eyes that shine like stars in the winter sky.
I hear that you play in this festive and light play the role of the Persian beauties captive Tatar khan. Whether beauty and dance! Be a star and shine on! But if the enthusiasm and appreciation of the public you are intoxicated, if the scent of flowers presented to swallow your head, then sit in my little corner and read email, listen to the voice of your heart. I’m your father, Geraldine! I’m Charlie, Charlie Chaplin! Do you know how many nights I sat by your bedside when you was a baby, telling you a fairy tale of Sleeping Beauty, a waking dragon? And when my dream to wax dim old eyes, I taunted him and said: "Go away! My dream - a dream of my daughter! »
I have seen your dreams, Geraldine, see your future, your date. I saw a girl dancing on the stage, fairy, moving across the sky. Heard the public say, "See that girl? She is the daughter of an old fool. Remember, his name was Charlie? "Yes, I’m Charlie! I’m an old fool! It’s your turn. Dance! I danced on a large ragged pants, and you dance in a silk dress princess. These dances and applause at times will exalt thee to heaven. Fly! Fly there! But get down on the ground! You should see people’s lives, the lives of the street dancers who dance, shivering with cold and hunger. I was like them, Geraldine. On those nights, in those magical nights when y