Zorba the Greek Page #2

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What?

He would like to dance with you.

But he is shy.

Perhaps Madame is tired.

She is not.

Are you?

Come on.

These Cretans. They are so ungrateful.

Don't cry, my little chouchou.

They would be dead, all dead,

if there was not me.

I know, I know.

- No hands.

- Madame.

Hey.

Boss. Match?

Madame.

You know how I came to Crete?

With the British fleet. Yes, monsieur.

I was in love with the admiral...

...and where he go, I go.

It was here that I met the other three.

What other three?

Admirals, of course.

The French, the Italian

and the Russian.

How lovely they was,

my four admirals...

...with their golden epaulets

and all those feathers.

Like big, beautiful cockerels!

And what beards.

So soft, and curly and perfumed.

Fortunately, each has different

perfume, so it was no mistake...

...even in the dark.

My little chouchou. Here, here.

- My darling queen, please continue.

- Yes.

Me and my admirals...

...we sit on the deck...

...dressed very informal...

...and we discussion politics.

Very serious.

All the time they pour champagne

over me to make me fresh.

It was summer, you know, very hot.

And in this time, in Crete...

...it was big trouble.

Revolution or something.

With my binoculars I could see

the poor little Cretans...

...running in mountains

with their flags.

My four admirals...

...they want to open the fire.

But I throw myself in the middle.

I pull the Italian by the beard...

You know, I was

more familiar with him.

And I cry:

"Stop it, you can't kill them!

Please, Canavaro, Canavaro mio,

no boom-boom!"

Canavaro? What the hell is that?

What you think it is?

Himself. Canavaro.

Canavaro mio.

Go on, my chouchou.

Again and again I stopped

the boom-boom.

- And what do you think I get in the end?

- What?

What? Tell me.

Tell me what.

Nothing! No medals!

- Nothing!

- Please, no more boom-boom.

- You are laughing.

- No.

- At me.

- No, of course not.

Don't... Don't go.

That was a very bad thing

we did, boss.

A poor, weak creature.

Where are you? Bouboulina?

Where are you?

My Bouboulina.

Bouboulina.

Go away.

It's me, your Canavaro.

Fine Canavaro you are.

No feathers.

No beard.

Here. Blow, my Bouboulina.

What's that, "Bouboulina"?

She was a big hero in the war

against the Turks. Huh, boss?

Yes, Madame. She was like you.

A great sea dog.

You see?

Yes.

Me too. I fought breasts to breasts.

But then came the bad times.

They make the peace...

...and the ship must go away.

"And me...

...what will become of me?" I cry.

Four times a widow.

They laughed, monsieur.

You men are so cruel.

In the end, they was sorry for me,

so they undress me...

...they fill the bath with champagne...

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