Hababam Sinifi Sinifta Kaldi Page #3

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We are sorry and I deplore you all.

- Moo!

- What are you doing, Saban?

- You know, Moo!

- Moo?

Yes, Moo!

Let's be serious please!

The topic is Divan literature.

And one of the most important

varieties is the ode.

The ode is a popular

love and wine poem.

Does anyone want to give

an example of an ode?

- I do, teacher.

- Yes, go ahead.

# A man passed here on horseback!

He stepped on my wounds and went on. Oh!

# Wandering for months, wandering.

Wandering for days, wandering.

# Let me give my sweet heart

to whomever brings me love.

# Wandering for months, wandering.

Wandering for days, wandering.

Thank you all for that example ode.

But what you sang was not

an ode, it was a folk song.

There's no place for folk

songs in this class.

My sweetheart, I longingly

await for your response...

What are you writing man?

A love letter?

No, I'm writing to my dad.

Stop joking around. What girl's

heart did you steal this time?

- Listen, I'm only telling

my secret to you. - Okay.

- Don't tell anyone.

- I promise, I won't tell.

- Swear on your mother's grave.

- I swear on my mom's grave, I won't.

Ms. Semra and I are in love.

This letter is for her.

Let me put it in the mailbox.

- Saban, what is that?

- A letter.

- To whom?

- My dad.

Come on cow stop joking. Aren't you

even going to tell your best friend?

I'm only telling my secret to you. Swear

on your mom's grave you won't tell.

- I swear, I won't tell. - Ms. Semra

and I are in love, this is for her.

"Our love will never fade."

"You are not a teacher to me, but

the rosebud of my flower garden."

Hey kids!

Didn't I tell you not to play

ball out on the front lawn?

Teacher, that was last year.

All the rules of last year are

valid for this year too.

Come on go get dressed. Get going!

- Mahmut teacher has started squeezing us.

- He's really spoiling all of our fun.

- Don't smoke! Don't play ball! How great!

- Hey guys, does anyone want to smoke?

Are you stupid? Didn't Mahmut teacher

take away all our cigarettes?

Look, they call these cigarettes.

And they're the best kind.

As long as there's no place to

smoke, what good will those do?

Man, the bathrooms and ceiling are

off limits but the basement isn't!

- Of course!

- Come on, follow me!

This is good and all but are we going to

smoke in the basement the whole year?

What can we do, man? There's no

escape from Mahmut teacher.

We can't play ball. We can't

smoke cigarettes. How great.

Well, what did you expect? That Mahmut

teacher of 40 years would change for us?

If he's Mahmut teacher of 40 years, then

we're the Rascals' Class of 40 years.

Okay but what are we going to do?

- We're going to bear our teeth.

- How so? - How so?

We're going to sneak out to the

Fener match tomorrow.

- Will Mr. Veysel leave the door?

- What if there is a teacher with us?

- But which teacher can we trick?

- What day does Ms. Semra teach?

- Good morning!

- Good morning, ma'am.

- Sit down.

- Sit down, she says.

What's this wreath doing here?

- Aren't we going, teacher?

- Where? - To the cemetery!

Why would we go to the cemetery?

You should be ashamed! How could

a literature teacher like yourself...

...not know the date of

Tevfik Fikret's death?

Is today the death anniversary

of Tevfik Fikret?

Of course! Our knowledge of literature is

a bit scarce but we know one thing well.

The death anniversaries of poets.

He's not better than you, but our last

teacher was interested in these things.

We spent our lives in cemeteries.

I feel like it was on another day.

Oh well. Let me go tell Mr. Mahmut.

Teacher! Mahmut teacher already knows.

In fact, he had the wreath made himself.

Oh okay then. Come on, let's go.

Open the door please, Mr. Veysel.

What's going on Ms. teacher?

Where are you going like this?

- To visit the grave of Tevfik Fikret.

- Was he closely related? My condolences.

Mr. Mahmut, did you send the

Rascals' Class to some ceremony?

To what ceremony?

Well, just a while ago, Ms. Semra

left out the front door with them.

Yeah?

Yeah! And they greeted

me very kindly, I liked it.

But wouldn't it be better to send me

instead of a young lady to this ceremony?

You know, during the

War of Independence...

- Mr. Mahmut?

- Yes, Mr. Akil

The Rascals' Class isn't

anywhere to be found again.

Did I maybe mix up the classes?

You didn't mix them up, Akil.

You didn't mix them up.

Champions! Champions!

- Come on in, you punks. Welcome.

- Mr. Veysel, did you see Ms. Semra?

How could I not? She left with you

guys and then came back crying.

Mahmut teacher? Did Mahmut

teacher ask about us?

- No!

- Come on, let's go.

Why did I believe them instead

of coming and asking you?

That's enough, you've already

beaten yourself up about it.

What should I do?

I can't forgive myself.

They embarrassed me

to get back at you.

Don't dwell on them.

As if that wasn't enough, they looked

me in the eye and invited me to the match.

Don't be upset.

In fact, what they did

was directed at me.

Putting it all aside, how could I

forget the date of Tevfik Fikret's death?

Look here! Mahmut teacher

is on the stairs again.

Welcome back, gentlemen.

Thank you teacher.

So, how was the match?

- It was great teacher!

- We won 2-0. - King Fener!

I heard you also invited Ms. Semra.

Gdk, you see, he's jealous.

- If you want, we can invite you

next week. - Yeah.

If you want, let's deal with the

punishment for your nasty actions first.

Let's, teacher!

- I bet you'll make us go hungry

tonight. - I bet so too.

No.

Then we won't get a

break this weekend.

That's a pretty minor punishment

compared to what you did, isn't it?

Well, teacher, in God's name, are you

going to take our souls in the first week?

No. I'm going to give you a

punishment fit for children.

Tomorrow, you'll stand on one leg like

little kids in front of the whole school.

Please teacher!

- Please don't humiliate us!

- Think about our pride, teacher!

Did you all think about the

pride of your young teacher?

- Good morning, Mahmut teacher.

- What are they doing like that?

- They're being punished.

- Is this a type of punishment?

- A class like this gets punished

like this. - Look at them, the fools.

We embraced Mahmut teacher

and he made us miserable.

- Will you run all the way to the hospital?

- We should have left him to die.

Everyone's looking at us.

- Look somewhere else, little twerp.

- Stop grinning! Go on, get out of here.

Look at her over there!

She became a literature teacher...

...and she doesn't know the

date of Tevfik Fikret's death.

- On top of that, she's posturing at us.

- And we're the ones punished.

What's this Mr. Mahmut?

- They're being punished.

- Ha! What a great punishment!

Good morning.

I said good morning.

- How are you, teacher?

- I'm good.

- Your eyes are shining, teacher.

- I don't understand.

How can you not understand?

You got the rascals punished, didn't you?

- A punishment you all deserved.

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