about your back. - Now sit down here. - Yes, sir. Come here, you dirty little sweep. What have we here? A pencil box. Pretty, too. You broke my pencil box. Mervyn, stop it. You'll hurt him. I fell on the mountain. Did you win, Huw? No. Lanto. - Fetch Dai Bando. - Dai Bando, is it? - Are you willing to go to school tomorrow? - Yes, sir. Good. You shall get a penny for every mark on your face, sixpence for a bloody nose, a shilling for a black eye, two shillings for a broken nose. Gwilym. Stop it. Fight again, and when you come home, not a look will you get from me, not a word. Break your own nose, then. Break my heart every time you go out of the house. - A boy must fight, Beth. - Fight? Fight? Another beating like that, he will walk home dead. Beating? He's had no beating. A hiding, yes, but no beating. Give the boy time, it will be he that's giving the beating, is it? Dai Bando. Come into the house. - Good evening, Mrs Morgan. - Leave off your hat. Dai Bando is going to teach you to box, Huw. To fight first. Too many call themselves boxers who are not even fighters. - Boxing is an art, is it? - It is, it is. Go along with you, girl. A cup of tea for the men. - Tea? - Tea? No tea, Mrs Morgan. In training, he is. A glass of beer, if you please. Baths full of holes. And now prizefighters. So our little coal miner has been indulging in his favourite sport again? - Mr Phillips, make a back. Make a back. - I refuse, sir. Mr Wells, make a back. Here. Put this in between your teeth. Bite it hard. Well, the scholar. - Huw, lad. - Well, I will go to my death. - Did you get that in school? - He has cut you to the bone. Who was it? - Mr Jonas, is it? - We'll have a word with Mr Jonas. - No. - And why not? - I broke the rule when I fought. - There is no rule for that. - But he warned me. - Rubbish, boy. I'll... Hush, Davy. This is Huw's affair. He shall decide. Say the word, lad, and we will have the bones hot from his flesh. No. Leave him alone. I think our baby brother is becoming quite a man. These denominations are used in measuring distances and... - Yes? - Right. - Good morning, Mr... - Jonas. Mr Jonas. We have come to the right place indeed. What can I do for you? A man is never too old to learn, is it, Mr Jonas? - No. - I was in school myself once. - But no great one for knowledge. - Look here, what do you want? Knowledge. How would you go about taking the measurement of a stick, Mr Jonas? - By its length, of course. - And how would you measure a man who would use a stick on a boy one third his size? - Tell us. - Now, you are good in the use of a stick. But boxing is my subject, to the rules laid down by the good Marquess of Queensberry. God rest his soul. And happy I am to pass on my knowledge to you. Mr Mottshill. Mr Mottshill. All right, get him into position, now. Look, to make a good boxer, you must have a good right hand. You see? Now, that is how you will punish your man, with a right and a left. And put your soul into it, with... The gentleman is talking to you. - Raise him up. - Come, come, come. Up, up, up. Position again. Could I have your attention, boys and girls? I am not accustomed to speaking in public... - Only public houses. - But this... Never use. It's against the rules. Break a man's nose. Now the... - I'm afraid he will never make a boxer. - No aptitude for knowledge. Mr Gruffydd. Ivor... fell under a tram, lower level. Ivor! - We have our first grandson, Gwil. - Well, give one and take the other. Tell that to that girl up there. She will answer you. - Hist now, Beth. Do not kindle the wrath. - To hell with the wrath. And I'm saying it plain to be heard. 'Tis good. With honours, then. Our son is a scholar. What is it, Huw? I can't make sense with it. - Latin, it is. - Latin, is it? Why not good Welsh, or even English? - It is the fashion. - Fashion. Frenchies, ------------------------------ Читайте также: - текст Баллада о солдате на английском - текст Лень на английском - текст Роджер и я на английском - текст Друзья - Сезон 7 на английском - текст Андрей Рублев на английском |