I Even Met Happy Gypsies Page #2

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you Gypsy bastard!

You can't wipe your own nose

and you want to get married!

Ruza! Take this!

I'm going away on business.

Who owns this flock of geese?

-The one up front.

Behind the coffin?

-Further to the front.

There's no one in front of the

coffin. -What about in it?

God rest our departed master's

soul. -Bloody master!

Where are the heirs?

In front, leading the mourners.

To each his due.

Here's to the souls of the dead.

And for the living, how about

selling me your feathers.

You don't have money for

my flock. -I do. How much?

What should the price be?

-100.000 and no less.

What'll we do,

if we don't sell?

Sell them another day.

be plucked by tomorrow.

Too much! -You won't

find such down!

Every Gypsy, when trading

his horse, sings his praise.

Anything less, no deal.

-Forget it then.

I don't carry that much

money on me.

Wait a minute!

Wait, my friend!

Dear Lord, stop running

like an express train!

You'll never be able to do

business with those peasants.

Come, I'll show you something.

Feathers, lots of feathers!

You must be married,

a young fellow like you.

I bet you were married

Gypsy style and not in a church.

People aren't virtuous, nowadays.

So, a priest has nothing to do.

When was the last time

you thought of your soul?

Bring your wife and

I'll marry you properly.

Praise be God!

You want some?

You Gypsies drink like fish.

To you, Bora. You must

have your marriage blessed.

Listen to Pavle, a poor priest.

-Are you a priest, or not?

Of course! -I don't give a damn

about priests! -Don't swear!

We came here on business.

All right, you dirty Gypsy.

The feather bed

of Brother Hrizosoma.

This one belongs to

Brother Pajsije.

Now you'll see what a

surprise I have for you.

This is all that's left

of Brother Jovana.

Here are the beds

of my brothers,

but you haven't

asked about them.

Some have passed away, others

have abandoned their faith.

There's no life in the church.

We're as poor as the Gypsies.

Even you Gypsies are forced to

work, because of the antichrists!

Their souls will burn in hell,

like shish-kebab. Believe me!

We can't make a living anymore,

Bora, everyone's corrupted.

There's no place for angels

on this Earth. Look at me.

As soon as I sell everything

to the Gypsies, I'll be leaving.

Where will you go?

-Germany.

What's going on?

Tisa's husband isn't a man,

he's a child. -So?

Tisa wants to ditch him.

His mother wants to wait and

prove he's a man to everyone.

You can do it!

-Go help him.

He doesn't need help, he's a man.

-Some man, just like his father!

Shut up, you b*tch!

Get out of here! You belong

under your mother's skirt!

Show her that you can do it!

Take him back!

I don't want him!

He's a man, you're just a slut!

-I'm not! Your son's not a man!

You cast a spell on him!

-Go back to your mother!

You've never known

what a real man is like!

She's a witch!

Don't let them kill each other!

She's killing my daughter!

-Give me a knife!

I'll kill her!

Look at the dog!

Where will you go now?

Do you want to come

to my place?

I don't know.

I don't want what's not mine.

We're partners, as agreed.

I advance you the money,

you bring me the feathers.

I don't disagree. We've always

been good friends, Mirta.

How much do I owe?

First we finish this wine,

then we talk.

That makes...

-Never mind.

You have someone in your house

that I want. Tisa is free again.

I'll give you Padina

and 2 of my villages.

Why do you need Tisa?

She only tends the geese.

Find someone else.

I have nothing more to say

about our business.

And Tisa, keep your hands off!

-Mirta, I'm serious.

I want to marry her,

I even have a priest.

I got rid of my old bag.

I'm no worse than that kid.

-Bora, you're not very smart.

She's my stepdaughter.

I want her married to a young

kid, not a drunkard like you.

That way, she stays

at home, for me.

Take back your territories.

Don't come to my house again.

Each man for himself.

She's got a knife, Mirta!

Get out!

What do you want? Do you

want to come in? Come on.

Did you run away? -I'll promise

anything, if you let me stay.

I don't know where to go,

or what to do.

What am I going to do with you?

I can't take care of myself.

Here's 500 dinars.

Go to Belgrade.

My son, urika, is there.

He's living with my sister

at Zarkovo.

It's not hard to find.

Tell them his mother sent you.

They might let you stay a week.

Then, you're on your own,

out on the streets. You'll see.

Mirta asked to take

good care of her.

How should I know where they

took her? I'm out 500 dinars.

If she took my advice,

she's in Belgrade, in a big city.

Not rotting away, Gypsy style.

What's she going to do

in Belgrade?

Walk the streets?

She can either clean

the streets or walk them.

The bastard, Shandor,

won't tell me anything.

Money will help.

Be quiet!

You'll wake him up, Bora.

You must be joking!

I thought it was buried.

Shut up, good for nothing!

You haven't given birth

to another?

Say, between the three of us,

we produce them fast.

Don't talk so loud!

He's my sisters, not mine.

She brought him to us when

her husband abandoned her.

What else could she do?

-All right, I get it.

But she better get another man.

There's plenty of man.

Say, where's erd?

I want to see him.

You know where he is.

I suppose he's getting drunk.

I need money, erd.

Hundred thousand.

Are you out of your mind?

Hundred thousand?

You could turn me

upside-down

right here before

you'll find that much.

The money is gone.

I bought merchandise.

Beautiful old furniture, few

armchairs, a set of doors.

I spent the money. I must go

straight to Belgrade to find a buyer.

And where is that leave me?

Hold on to my ears and go

dancing for small change?

That's not my business!

There was once a man who

made enough money to buy

a rope and hanged himself!

You can stay at my place

if you have no place to go,

but leave my wife alone!

We'll go tomorrow

to see the mother superior.

She owes us money.

She might pay us back.

We can ask her anyhow.

Rajko!

How much do we owe?

erd sent me. I need

money. A hundred thousand.

We lend it to you.

I need it back.

You should know better than

to ask me for money.

It's not June yet. Anyway,

I can't pay you. It's not the time.

Pretty geese! Pretty geese!

Seed! Seed!

We're very poor, my son.

Poor sisters who pray for others

and ask nothing more than

to be good neighbours.

Pretty geese!

Seed, seed, seed!

And besides, my son,

erd said:

you can pay back when

we come for feathers.

It won't be long. We'll pay you

as soon as feather is ready.

That's a great help!

Give back my TV set!

Give me back! The TV is mine!

You dirty bustard! You drinker!

Taking everything we have!

Give it back to me!

-Why don't you get lost!

You heard what I said!

-I dare you! You've ruined me!

If you don't shut up,

I'll kill you!

I want my TV set back!

It's mine! You rotten gambler!

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