poor black babies in Africa as they should? Oh, no. It’s off to the cinema the First Communion boys will go... to wallow in the disgusting filth... spewed across the world by the devil’s henchmen... in Hollywood. – Isn’t that right, McCourt? –is, sir. Don’t speak, you! Can’t you see that God is on your tongue? Where is God, boys? On his tongue, sir. On his tongue. My friend, Mikey Molloy, tells us all about how much money we’ll make... at the Collection after our First Communion, when we all knock on the neighbors’ doors... and get as much as five shillings for sweets and cakes... and even go to the Lyric Cinema to see James Cagney. – I seen it three times. – What happens in it? Also, Mikey is the expert in the lane on girls’ bodies... and dirty things in general. Now, on top, the girls have great floppy things called titties. And at the end of them, great red things like dogs’ noses. And down at the bottom-- Now that’s an entirely different matter. – They don’t have a mickey down there. – What do they have? I can tell you, but I don’t think he should hear it. Malachy, go away. Eww! Yuck! Oh, look, I’ll take one of these as well. In the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Ghost. Bless me, Father, for I have sinned. This is my first confession. Yes, my child. And what sins have you committed? I told a lie, I hit my brother, I stole a penny from my mother’s purse, and I ate a sausage on Friday. Yes, my child, anything else? I listened to dirty things about girls from the lanes... who don’t care what they do because they-- because they’ve already done it with their brothers. And who told you these things? – Mikey Molloy, Father. – Hmm. For your penance, say three Hail Marys, three Our Fathers, and say a special prayer for me. Am I one of the worst boys, Father? No, my child. You have a long way to go. Wake up! Wake up! His First Communion, the happiest day of his life, and the lot of you still snoring in there. Here, you two, get up. Go on. Look at him. A bar of soap wouldn’t be lost on him. I’ll be red raw. I swear it’s the Northern Ireland in you. It attracts the dirt. You’ve the dirty gob of your father. Aah! That’s cold. Jesus, you have enough dirt in your ears... to grow potatoes. Will you look at that mop? It won’t lie down. You didn’t get this hair from our side of the family. This is North of Ireland hair you got from your father. It’s like-- like what you’d see on a Presbyterian. Will you stop spitting on me? A little spit won’t kill you. If your mother had married a proper, decent Limerick man, you wouldn’t have stand-up, North of Ireland, Protestant hair. And we wouldn’t be late. Corpus Christi. Corpus Christi. Corpus Christi. Will you stop your clucking and get back to your seat? Corpus Christi. Mam, can I go now and make the Collection? I want to go to the Lyric to see James Cagney. You can’t make the Collection until you’ve had... a proper First Communion breakfast at my house. Mam. Will you look at him? The manners of a pig. He eats like a Presbyterian. Is it a millionaire you think I am? An American? Is there any more tea in the pot, Mam? – Aye. – I could do with a cup. You all right, Frankie? – What’s the matter, Frankie? – What’s wrong with that child? Look what he did! He’s thrown up the body and blood of Jesus. What am I to do? I have God in me backyard! I’m taking you to the priest. That was a dreadful thing you did in my backyard. In the name of The Father and of The Son and of the Holy Ghost. Bless me, Father, for I have sinned. It’s been a day since my last confession. A day? And what sins have you committed in a day, my son? I overslept, and I nearly missed my First Communion. My hair stuck up like a Protestant’s, and I threw up my First Holy Communion breakfast. Now me grandma says she has God in her backyard and what shall she ------------------------------ Читайте также: - текст Обыкновенное чудо на английском - текст Горячий снег на английском - текст Семнадцать мгновений весны на английском - текст Лиловый шар на английском - текст Садко-богатый на английском |