Idiot's Delight1939

Irene Fellara:
My father was old. The hardships of that terrible journey had broken his body. But his spirit was strong. His spirit that is Russia.

Irene Fellara:
He lay there in that little boat. And he looked up at me. Never can I forget his face. So thin. So white. So beautiful in the starlight.

Irene Fellara:
And he said to me, 'Irena, little daughter'. And then... he died.

Irene Fellara:
For four days I was alone with his body. Sailing through the storms of the Black Sea. I had no food. No water. I was in agony from the violent wounds of the Bolshevikii. I knew I must die.

Irene Fellara:
And then... an American cruiser rescued me. May Heaven bless those good men!

Harry Van:
Ahem. Excuse me Madame. But it seems to me that the last time you told me about your escape it was different.

Irene Fellara:
Well! I made several escapes.