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| Anton Zako �ajupi |
| Scene IX Zeneli, alone Zeneli (satisfied with himself): That is exactly what I want too, not to share the rewards. Oh, if only I knew how to write, myself! Miss Lulushe is not back yet (Looking at the door). Oh, here she is. I�ll pretend now to be looking for her obituary. Scene X Zeneli, Lulushe Lulushe: Haven�t you found it yet? Zeneli: Not yet, but it will be here somewhere. It�s just that I can�t remember where we put it. Lulushe: Let me help you. We�ll search together. Zeneli: No, no! I looked through everywhere here and couldn�t find it. I think your obituary must be in Sk�ndo Bey�s office. Lulushe: Oh. Zeneli: Wait. I�ll go and see. I�ll be back in a jiffy. (He departs) Scene XI Miss Lulushe Lulushe (to herself): I certainly hope he finds it and brings it back with him. (She glances at the documents on the table and, seizing one, is astounded and cries out): What? What is this here? I don�t believe my eyes. I must be dreaming. Doctor Adham-Uti has died. How appalling!. He was quite well this morning. According to Sk�ndo Bey, he was supposed to come by this afternoon to show us an Albanian alphabet with new letters. Oh, the poor doctor. What a perfidious world we live in! Here today, gone tomorrow... (She sees Adham-Uti approaching slowly, is horrified, makes the sign of the cross, and cries out): Away with you! Away with you! |
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| Scene XII Lulushe, Adham-Uti Lulushe (frightened): A vampire, a vampire! Come no closer! Go away. Away with you! Adham-Uti (surprised): What, me? A vampire? What is this woman talking about? Lulushe (horrified): A vampire and a devil! (she makes the sign of the cross) Adham-Uti (solemnly): I beg your pardon, madam. I may be a bit dirty or not overly attractive, but I am certainly not a vampire. Only the dead can turn into vampires! Lulushe: What? You are not dead? Adham-Uti: I�m as alive as they come! Lulushe: Good Lord, are you absolutely sure? Adham-Uti: I swear to God. Lulushe: Then I must apologize. I thought you were dead! Adham-Uti: Why is that? Who told you so? Lulushe: I read your obituary here and... Adham-Uti: Oh, now I understand... Lulushe: I thought it was true. And from what Zeneli told me... Adham-Uti: Let me have a look at the text. Lulushe: No, no! Let me read it to you. You will see for yourself that whoever it is about would seem to be thoroughly dead. (she reads the obituary) "Today we learned that Adham-Uti, a self-proclaimed healer, gave up the ghost. The deceased, although not overly clever in his own right, became wealthy due to his wife�s fortune. It is not known where he came from. We have been informed only that this charlatan let his own mother starve to death last year. The swindler regarded himself as a great man and tricked all the people around him with his sly talk. Rumour has it that he attempted to poison his wife to get her inheritance. With such a heart of stone, it is a good thing that he died of a stroke last night when the cock crowed. Let dregs cover dregs!" |
| Adham-Uti (furious): That is what he wrote about me? Lulushe: That�s it. Adham-Uti: How cruel can people be? Me, not overly clever? Me, a charlatan? Lulushe: Absolutely incredible. Adham-Uti: And that I died of a stroke? Let dregs cover dregs? Lulushe: But we are not made of mud and dregs. Adham-Uti: I am supposed to have died of a stroke? Why a stroke? How do they know I didn�t die of rabies or of anthrax? Lulushe: That is a very good question. Adham-Uti: An evil person, me? What do you think? Lulushe: I think you are a... fine person. Adham-Uti: Oh, a world of deceit indeed. People have praised me all my life, and when I die, they call me evil, they insult me, they throw mud at me! Oh, Oh... (Zeneli enters) |
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