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| Anton Zako �ajupi |
| Miss Lulushe: He has written about me too? Zeneli: I have no doubt about it. You are a person of some significance. Miss Lulushe (to herself): I wonder what he could have written about me? Something good, or something bad? What will he possibly have to say about me when I die? (To Zeneli): Zeneli, do you really think he�s already written a text about me? Zeneli: I quite sure of it, and I should know, because I work for him. Miss Lulushe: Listen then! Zeneli: I am listening, Miss. What would you like? Miss Lulushe: Could you show it to me? Zeneli (pretending not to understand): Show you what? Miss Lulushe: The obituary. Zeneli (shaking his head): I�m afraid not. Miss Lulushe: Why not? Zeneli: Because you would be quite insulted! Miss Lulushe: Please, Zeneli, do it for me. Zeneli: Ask me for something else, anything else, but not that! My boss would throw me out of the club. No, never! Miss Lulushe: How can I get my hands on it?... I just want to read it and then I�ll put it back where I found it. For your assistance, I would be willing to give you five silver coins. |
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| Zeneli: Five silver coins, you say? That is quite a different matter then. I think it might be arranged. Miss Lulushe: I�m so grateful. I must be off now, the carriage is waiting for me. I have to visit a friend of mine who is ill. You try to find it in the meanwhile. Don�t lose time. Thank you so much, Zeneli! (she departs) Scene VII Zeneli, alone Zeneli: One plus two make three, plus the five she�s going to give me make eight silver coins in one day! I am not doing badly at all today. Why didn�t I think of this scheme earlier? What a fool I was, a real idiot. And to think that I wanted to move to Egypt. This is the place to make money. What have I been doing all this time? But better late than never. (He opens the door and calls out): Mr Vurko! Oh, Mr Vurko! Could I speak to you for a moment? Scene VIII Zeneli, Vurko Vurko: (enters with a text in his hand): I have finished with the doctor�s obituary. Is there anything else I can do for you? Zeneli: I am very grateful to you, Vurko. What can I say? There is one more thing... Vurko: Speak up then. Would you like another obituary for Adham-Uti? Zeneli: No, my good friend, not for Adham-Uti, but for someone else. Vurko: I think you�re going a bit too far, Zeneli, if you ask me. Zeneli: Please, Vurko, do me the favour. Vurko: No, not that. Is there not something else I can do for you? Zeneli: I can pay you, if you want... we�ll share the... |
| Vurko: Nothing doing! I have work to do. Zeneli: Listen, Vurko! This time it is for a lady. Vurko: For a lady? For whom, Zeneli? Zeneli: For Miss Lulushe. Vurko: For the charming school mistress? That is quite a different matter. I think I can arrange it. Is she going to come here? Zeneli: She just left and is going to... Vurko: Did you get a good look at her? She�s quite a beauty, isn�t she? Zeneli: That�s for sure. Vurko: Red cheeks... Zeneli: As red as pomegranates! Vurko: Slender figure, dark eyes, the light-skinned nape of her neck... Zeneli: Superb! Vurko: Listen, Zeneli, I have been after her for two months now. Zeneli: And you are getting nowhere. Vurko: Not at all. She is as slippery as an eel. She won�t even listen to the poetry I have written about her. Zeneli: Well, what do you think? Vurko: I�ll do it. I give you my word, Zeneli, that I�ll sit down and write the article you want. But when do you want it for? |
| Zeneli: As soon as possible this time. She�ll be back any time. Tell me honestly though, Vurko, is there nothing you want for your trouble? We should share the rewards! Vurko: Not at all, Zeneli. Keep everything for yourself. I cherish the hope that one day Miss Lulushe will find another form of recompense for me. That�s what I want. (He departs singing): "Lulushe, my lovely, How I long for your embrace!..." |
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