Mikra Anglia Page #3

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May it be our turn soon, the seven

unmarried men aboard the ship.

- From your sister's wedding?

- My godmother, Annezio, sent them.

From the wedding of her master

Nikos Vatokouzis.

- Who did he marry?

- Orsa Saltaferou.

He's covered her with gold.

You were going to walk around

the Maltabes Circle...

Liar!

An unlucky house...

It brought sorrow...

You'll banish it, Orsa.

How?

The old shadows persist...

I can feel them.

She built the other house for us.

If I leave now she'll be furious.

Maybe later, when Moscha

gets married too.

You can't live without your Mama.

Saint Basil is on his way...

...from Caesarea.

Bearing incense and a candle...

...paper and pen.

The pen wrote and the paper...

Mina...

...in China, in Japan,

in Manchuria...

...we have revolutions.

The ports there are dangerous.

Your Savvas himself requested it both

from my son in London and myself.

He wants to work only in the Atlantic

a quiet trade, you know...

Curacao, Paramaribo, Necochea,

Suerte and back.

My late husband taught me well.

Even admitted

I was sharper than him.

- So, Savvas...

- I'm here about Moscha.

Moscha?

- David.

- David.

I found it in the hatbox

where she keeps her combs.

Good evening to you my lords,

here to celebrate...

I brought him here as an act of

charity for the seamen's children.

So that they learn fluent English.

And he is penniless...

...hungry...

...with sickly ribs you can see

through his shirt.

He's someone who paints bulls,

graves, carcasses...

...the wounded seal...

...who tries to turn the heads

of silly schoolgirls, the pervert!

Who dares to look

at the women here!

- David?

- David.

You have the means.

Send him packing.

- I'll bring another Englishman.

- Bring an Englishwoman.

See that you find her a husband.

You sent him away! You!

I did what I had to do.

You didn't think I was going to let

you starve with him in the fog.

Haven't you ever been in love?

Is that what you think?

Well I've been hurt too.

I've been hurt and I know.

That's the way life is.

Love doesn't last long

but the pain it brings does...

At least give me back

his photograph.

You think I have it? What would I do

with it? Look at his stupid face...

The penniless, starving

good-for-nothing!

You stole it!

It's all your fault!

It's London you wanted so badly...

Mama, I hate you!

I don't want your house or you.

I'm getting out of here.

Poor Moscha...

You're heartless!

Insensitive!

A viper!

From our offices in Piraeus.

A charter-party?

A boy.

Congratulations, Captain Nikos.

Congratulations, Captain Nikos.

We'll be drinking beer today.

Congratulations.

Iron deficiency due to breast-

feeding anorexia, insomnia.

These things happen, but you did

well to bring her to Athens.

We have more means at our disposal.

In a month our fair lady

will be as right as rain.

Creams and rice puddings.

Delivery.

Stefanos got a car.

As soon as he got his driver's

license, he bought a car.

You look just fine, Philip...

Next week he's taking us

all to Phaliron.

I'm sorry.

For five whole months

she breastfed the baby...

...and she fainted while rubbing

her heels with a pumice stone.

Please collect the thermometers.

Our baby's in good hands.

Moscha is crazy about our young

Savvas. She writes us every day.

What she fed him, where

she took him for a walk...

...what she sang to him.

You get the photographs.

I'm sorry.

I'm the one who's sorry.

I've just come for the day.

I can't escort you to Andros.

Problems. Damage to a ship's

structure under the waterline.

But I won't bother you

with such things.

Let's see when I'll be able to hold

our son tightly in my arms.

I've missed Andros.

I miss my son like crazy,

and the island.

Welcome to our Andros!

Get your luggage and make room...

...to those who are getting ready

to depart.

People of Andros, get your

ticket and bon voyage!

My love, my Savvas, my child!

My beauty!

Everything will be alright...

Where's your Daddy, Savvas?

Where's your Daddy, sweetheart?

You're all right. You're fine.

You have your color back.

May you always be in the best

of health, Mrs. Vatokouzi.

- Where's Moscha?

- They're coming.

Who's coming?

Moscha and her fianc.

Her fianc?

When did she get engaged?

The day before yesterday. We had

no time to write to you about it.

- Who's she engaged to?

- A captain.

The ship for Tinos, Syros, Piraeus

sails in an hour! Hurry!

Orsa!

My ring...

He asked for my hand ten days ago.

"I'm a captain now and I make

that much", he told the shrew.

The Hadoulideses gave him

a 15% share in a new steamship.

Because it seems he saved some

expensive cargo for them...

...from tornadoes...

He put almost two kilos

of gold earrings and bracelets...

...on the table in front of her.

For little Moscha, he said.

- In other words, for me.

- I know you're little Moscha.

What did Mama say?

Did she say yes right away?

Of course.

She was scared I might elope

with some foreigner, you see.

Orsa, with Spyros, I forgot that

dreadful Englishman in no time!

Erased him from memory.

Taking off without even

a "goodbye little Moscha"!

Did he send Emilios

to arrange the match?

Spyros himself came!

In other words... he loves you?

What else?

- Do you love him too?

- He deserves to be loved!

Isn't he gorgeous?

Have you noticed his eyes?

They sparkle so!

All the girls are jealous of me.

They even came up with some lyrics.

Moscha, little Moscha, a thousand

beauty marks on your back so white...

...for Maltabes to kiss all night.

And my God...

...how he kisses!

Orsa...

You love Nikos, right?

He's a good man.

That's not what I asked.

I asked if you love him.

He's my husband.

With the most amazing hands

in the world!

Can't stop looking at them...

Large and small veins

like rivers and streams...

Like a map of... Rio de la Plata!

- My brother-in-law, after Spyros...

- Moscha!

We're late.

We're off to book the dulcimer

and lute players.

I'm getting married.

Moscha and the scent of cinnamon.

A girl fit for a King!

Little Moscha!

Your health, Moscha.

Long live the bride and groom.

A solid marriage.

Come on, Captain.

Congratulations. Congratulations!

May you have fine offspring!

Next dance, let's go!

Captain's wives, my daughters!

- And dessert.

- Lovely! May your turn be next.

Thank you very much.

Yours too, sweetie.

Come on, Uncle Emilios, cheer up!

For your little Moscha.

I had eleven dances with him.

And you, not a single one.

What will he think? You're acting

as though you can't stand him.

- Me?

- No, me!

My little Moscha!

Aye aye, Captain.

You're drunk, eh?

Your kisses made me drunk.

I want more and more

until the morning.

No! Leave the windows open!

For as long as I'm here,

I want to breathe in the Aegean.

Single plank flooring.

24 single cypress boards...

...no mud between them to drown

out the sound of footsteps...

...and the noise

of everyday housework.

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