Skvernyy anekdot (A Bad Joke) Page #4

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Then was brought unto him one

possessed with a devil, blind, and dumb:

and he healed him, insomuch that the blind

and dumb both spake and saw.

And all the people were amazed, and said,

Is not this the son of David?

But when the Pharisees

heard it, they said...

Careful!

Do as you please, Porfiri Petrovich,

but he has to be taken away from here.

Carry him.

I'm ready to serve under

your flattering command.

What is it?

Everyone's asleep in the coaching inn.

They say in this hour even 5 is too little.

But we eventually agreed on 3.

Quiet! Don't shout.

We don't need a cab.

His Excellency is in bed.

But my friend! We have to pay!

I don't have any money.

I don't! I don't!

You will have to pay yourself.

How can I pay? I've never

had a penny in my life!

The cab is here.

Get out of here! Move!

Gentlemen!

Gentlemen!

Gentlemen!

Gentlemen!

Gentlemen!

Gentlemen!

It's all right.

You'll be ok, dear.

You'll be ok.

Just don't drop him.

It's all right.

What kind of husband are you

after what happened?

You are good for nothing

after such a disgrace.

I'm dead.

Who are you?

I don't know.

Where am I now?

There's a draught.

Pseldonimov.

Bravo!

Your Excellency!

Music!

It's an honour.

Pseldonimov!

Your Excellency!

Pseldonimov!

Your Excellency!

Whoa!

Go away, beggar!

Go away!

Mr Pseldonimov is getting married,

he doesn't like your kind.

Merci,

Monsieur.

But he's

a beggar!

And drunk too.

Give him a penny.

No way. He'll squander it

on drink right away.

Who are you?

You're nonentity compared to me.

Nobody.

Humility, humility.

Humility.

Don't be afraid, my friend.

It's too early.

Go to sleep.

Wash your face.

You can't go out

without washing your face.

Come on, get out of here.

Here's also a request for a transfer

to a different department

from official Pseldonimov.

I'm asking for your kind assistance,

Your Excellency.

So he is getting transfered.

Well, for my part, I have no objections.

Tell him...

Tell Pseldonimov

that I have no hard feelings towards him.

None at all.

On the contrary, I am ready to forget

everything that happened.

Absolutely everything.

Strictness.

Only strictness

and more strictness.

All that happened already seemed

to His Excellency to be nonsense.

He has already forgotten that

he dreamt of himself as a beggar.

What rubbish!

On the contrary,

he felt total harmony of spirit

and moral balance,

and somehow everything

suddenly fell into place.

Once and for all, gentlemen.

Firmly.

What have you done?

What?

You've killed him.

Who?

Pseldonimov.

He killed him. It's a murder, gentlemen.

But it's a fly.

No.

It's him.

Don't you see it's Pseldonimov?

I object.

It's a fly.

Don't argue, gentlemen.

Let's call the mother.

She will identify the body.

I object.

Here you are. You see?

What about the wedding?

It's not a wedding.

There's been a mix-up, gentlemen.

It's a funeral.

No, it's a wedding.

No, it's a funeral.

No, it's a wedding.

It's a funeral. But, anyway,

laugh, gentlemen. It's very funny.

It's very funny,

I assure you.

Maman, I'm alive!

Stop laughing!

Don't you see, I'm alive!

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