Tears for Sale Page #2

Don't you tell me 'a man is a man', who kissed you like that?

With grandpa Bisa. -Yuck! With grandpa Bisa?!

So what? Should I die as grandmagirl instead?

Grandpa Bisa...

The last man on the mountain.

Nobody really thought of him as a real man. Until all the others died.

But still, any man capable of loving is a man.

And? Can you do anything with him? -I'm not sure...

Just don't expect miracles, I'm just an ordinary witch.

Grandpa Bisa...

You're the greatest man who ever lay in bed.

You are the source of life, happiness and youth, for all us women

here in Pokrp!

Infertile sloth!

...One cries from morning till noon...

...The other cries from noon till evening...

Enough with this funeral sh*t!

Really, enough about crying. -There must be one...

I'm paying you to amuse the guests, Ratija, not to

remind them why they are drinking!

I don't give a damn about your guests! I don't know any other

songs anyway.

Enough. -Come on, I know so many cheerful songs, there's one...

Zagorka, I think it goes like: "Blossomed flowers..."

-"...On my Dika's grave."? That one's not very cheerful either.

I know the song! There is one cheerful, how it goes....

Yeah, yeah, there is one....

Ah well, let's go on with the funeral songs. Just a bit faster.

There, for Nadica's soul...

Give me a drink. It's my soul after all.

Don't you give me that crap. You don't die every day.

Give me spider brandy.

Spider brandy! -Spider brandy!

Spider brandy!

Pour the spider brandy! Give it!

Zagorka, please don't.

Come on, Ognjenka, don't say that. It's for Nada's soul,

you have to drink it.

Take it easy everyone.

F*** this shitty life! When you're a grandmagirl

not even magic can help you! Even vampires won't dance with me!

This one is mine, b*tch! -F*** off!

Little Boinja, Ratija, what are you doing?!

You're fighting over air.

Hello.

M(V)ineyard of Pokrp.

Ognjenka, stop crying!

Ognjenka! I paid enough for your tears! Save them for the funeral!

These are on the house.

But it's so sad... -What is sad?

I'm going to hell today! There, it's hot, and there are plenty

of naked men!

I feel like I should cry for you. Grandmagirls.

Zagorka...

You wouldn't lie to a dead woman, right?

You know I wouldn't. -I put you under oath to take

these two, Ognjenka and Little Boginja, to grandpa Bisa

so he can cure them from virginity. I pay. -I'm not coming

near that old goat.

He's not an old goat, dear Ognjenka. He's the real, old-fashioned man.

That's all you got! You know that choosers are no f***ers.

How about we just wait for the naked men in hell?

It's not that easy. To go to hell you first need

to prostitute.

-To prostitute? -It's not 'prostituting'! Bad word!

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