do? Tell your grandma to wash it away with a little water. Holy water or ordinary water? – He didn’t say, Grandma. – Well, go back and ask him. In the name of The Father and of The Son and of The Holy Ghost. Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned. It’s been a minute since my last confession. A minute? Are you the boy that was just here? – I am, Father. – What is it now? My grandma says holy water or ordinary water? He says ordinary water, and don’t go bothering him again. Bothering him? Well, the ignorant old bog trotter. There wasn’t anytime for the Collection. Not a penny. So Mikey Molloy pretended to have one of his fits... so that I could slip in when no one was looking. – Missus, quick, He’s having a fit! – Is he all right? Mr. O’Brien, quick! Watch he doesn’t swallow his tongue. Does anyone know what to do? – No, don’t. I’ll do anything. – Oh, no, you won’t. You’ve had your last chance. You can take this with you. Shoot him! All you had to do was bump me off. – Do you want a toffee? – Thanks. I’m glad I did the First Communion. I’m glad I got my First Confession over and done with. Now I’m free to grow up. Old enough to be ten, anyway. Old enough to pay the ultimate penance for growing up. Worse than joining the army or the police... or going to Australia or becoming a nun in Africa. Worse than that, I had to learn Irish dancing. I don’t want to learn it. Ow. What did you do that for? Just don’t want to learn how to dance. ...and back and back. Up and back and one, two. Lift up your feet, for the love of Jesus. One, two, three. And one, two, three. And up and back, and one, two, three. And up and back, and one, two, three. If my mates saw me making a pure eejit out of me self... at the Irish dancing, I’d be disgraced forever. I want to be Fred Astaire. Irish dancers look like they have steel rods stuck up their arses. Would you stop the frowning Frankie McCourt? You’ve a face on you like a pound of tripe. And up and back, and one, two, three. And up and back, and one, two, three. The next time I went to dancing lessons, I bumped into Paddy Clohessy. – Hi, Frankie. – Hiya, Paddy. How you doing? – Not too bad. You? – Grand. Catch. Frankie, I’m telling you, that dancing stuff is for sissies. You won’t be able to play football next. – I won’t? – You’ll be running around girlie-like. – Shut up. – Everyone will be laughing at you. – They will? – Next thing, you’ll be knitting socks. I was finished with the dancing. Every Saturday, my mam’s sixpence got me and Paddy into the Lyric... with enough left to stuff our gobs with Cleeves’ toffee. Yay! I was so happy, I didn’tknow whether to shit or go blind. Every week, I’d take the money and skip the dancing... and go to the pictures. When I got home, I’d make up the dancing... – and pretend I had a poker up my arse. – Well done, son. Hitler shows himself in his true colors. He marches his troops into the Rhineland... in defiance of the terms of the Treaty of Versailles. The swastika spreads its evil shadow. Sir, what use is Euclid when the Germans are bombing everything in sight? What use is Euclid? Without Euclid, the Messerschmitt could never have taken to the sky... and dart from cloud to cloud... and bomb the bejesus out of the English, who deserve it after what they did to the Irish for 800 years. Euclid is grace and beauty... and elegance. – Do you understand that, boys? – We do, sir. – We do, sir. – I doubt it. To love Euclid is to be alone in this world. You. Clohessy. Who stood at the foot of the cross when our Lord was crucified? The Twelve Apostles, sir? Clohessy, what is the Irish word for fool? Omadhaun, sir. Sir. I know who stood at the foot of the cross, sir. It was the three Marys, sir. That’s Fintan Slattery. He’s going to be a saint when he gets older. Everyone know she wears his sister’s blouse at night... ------------------------------ Читайте также: - текст Похищение "Савои" на английском - текст Пять вечеров на английском - текст Электрические мечты на английском - текст Этой ночи жена на английском - текст Ракетчик на английском |