Mikra Anglia Page #4

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We'll be together for all eternity!

Here's a new one.

Oh Andros, my little island

in the sea...

A musty, dismal prison

you are to me.

Great and famous you'll never be.

An empty fart for all eternity!

Such a tiny place and they went and

christened it "Little England"!

"Little England" indeed! No relation

to the real England I'm sure.

- Well there are a lot of boats!

- And two-bit snobs...

...who put on lordly airs and

dream of riches and sea empires.

But there are also

good-looking shipwrights.

What are you supposed to do

with a shipwright? Frame him?

Neither captain, nor engineer,

nor boatswain. Never!

- Orsa!

- Where?

- Over there!

- Not a word about David.

Only you lot know about it and

Katerina, the embroiderer...

...who won't breathe a word.

- Your sister?

She doesn't let me in on her secrets,

I don't let her in on mine.

She's always hiding behind the tulle

of her mosquito net...

...or talking to herself

under the jasmine.

My, my what's the matter

with Daddy's pet?

- Jealous again?

- I get so furious!

In every one of his letters

he writes.

"Don't let Orsa have her hair cut".

It's always Orsa this and Orsa that.

Spyros...

...my dear boy.

I don't have the heart

to upset you.

But the news is not good.

I failed to get

her mother to say "yes".

Madame Mina is after wealth

and riches.

Spyros, my lad...

Her mother's reply was a curt "No".

Our poverty is to blame.

Clench your heart and don't let your

bitterness get the better of you.

Orsa!

Did you see the Wassermann Test?

Stamped and certified.

And he's ordered your bridal gown

from a Parisian fashion house!

- He can give it to someone else!

- Generous! A gentleman.

You're the lucky one and you don't

throw away such good fortune.

When did you plan everything?

First I investigated.

I thought of everything.

- Except for one thing!

- What?

Why did you say "yes"

without asking me?

I know what I'm doing.

What if I have feelings

for someone else?

Do you?

What am I to you?

A field... to be sold

on St Savvas Day?

It's all settled.

We're not going to lose face.

You're hard...

...as hard as stone.

Come on, my boy.

I'd watch her from a distance.

She hesitated...

- I thought she'd refuse because of...

- Hush!

Here, here!

Here's where you should live.

It will happen eventually.

For now it's whatever Orsa wants.

I'll wait on your lady all day.

But at night I'll come back here.

I want my own walls.

Congratulations!

May you live to a ripe old age,

healthy and in love!

And to our little Moschoula's.

What an aristocratic bridegroom!

Hexadaktylou!

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David Bradley, English teacher.

If only my son were here,

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