أول 200 سطر.
UPSIDE DOWN
Is it free?
Do you have any food?
Tickets, please.
Show me your tickets. Tickets, please!
To Skopje.
- Two tickets? - Two.
This is not enough.
Have a good trip.
JOANA LUDVIK
For her soul's sake.
I don't drink.
For your mother's soul sake, motherfucker!
No new stuff, huh?
Why are you dressed like this?
We got jobs at a bank.
- At a bank? - Yes, we're on our lunch break.
What do you want?
Money.
Take them and buy yourself a whore, bullshitter.
Grow up already.
And I don't want to see you again with that sissy Pavel, understood?
What's up?
Where have you been? I've been waiting for an eternity.
I was waiting for my father. For money.
So, what now?
We'll go upstairs.
- What floor? - The uppermost.
Visiting someone?
- What is this, bro? - I have no idea.
Some kind of an organization. They gather here and hold speeches.
A sect?
Should I answer?
Come on, don't fool around.
You painted it?
There is no competition in the city.
How many times should I tell you? I don't scribble on walls. I paint.
Then, let's see some colour. Make a colour graffiti.
You dumbwit. Colour is an optical illusion, like the rainbow.
It comes and it goes.
A white wall and a black spray.
What the fuck are we doing here, exactly?
I wanted you to see what's in the devil's 's pupil.
Only if we have any luck...
Turn the lights off.
Get up, quickly.
Look.
She saw me.
She can't see you, stupid,
she's in the light, we're in the dark.
She covered it. - The hole is under her hook.
You can write her a song. 'A look into the devil's pupil".
- Lucia is hot on poetry. - Fuck you.
I'm serious. Isn't she the head of the poetry cub?
Of the drama club, asshole.
Poetry, drama, what's the difference?
No one could tell me, in fact,
Maybe because there was no one anymore.
But I knew. There will be no next train for me to go away.
In fact, nothing matters anymore. I should leave the station.
I go. I go, but something calls me from behind the mountain.
And no one knows, but me. I came back.
I came back to wait at the stinky, foggy station.
I came back to wait for the next train.
I came back because I wanted to see the light at the end of the tunnel.
Thank you, Anna.
Considering the fact that our teachers are on strike,
and there is no heating in our school, the club
will continue working when the strike ends.
Until then, think about the preparation for the drama part of the event.
Think modern.
May I come in?
Do you have a cigarette?
I found out you live a this new address.
- So what? - So... I wrote a poem for you.
A poem?
A poem for me?
How sad.
What is sad?
You write poetry, but still, you have dirt under your fingernails.
Come to the Club tonight.
- Which cub? - Where your pal works. That cub.
How did you get in?
Through the door. I told them I came to visit you.
Did you hear? They have broken the strike.
The school is on from next week. They have fired half of the professors.
There will be new ones, they say.
Is she here?
- Who? - Lucia.
- No. Why? - We have a date.
Here? Next time, before you make an appointment with a girl here,
call me up. You can make trouble for me, Jan, this is a private club.
Aren't you hot?
Aren't you cold?
What do you want, Jan?
- I want you. - Well, I am here.
So close, you could put your tongue into my mouth.
You play with toys?
- What happened? - What could happen?
With Lucia.
I think she's an ordinary goose.
How much are these?
As much as you can't afford.
- Whom is it from? - From the Boss.
Thanks, I don't drink.
Jan, don't be such an arse, you' I offend him. He's my boss.
Oh, it's you. I'm looking for it, but it's all gone.
- What is all gone? - The stuff your father drinks,
that's what's all gone. Mastika. He drank it all -a litre a day!
I can't keep so much stock, I don't have any space here,
Look, I'm all walled up. Tell him there is no more of it.
I didn't come for my father's business.
I need a favour.
What kind of a favour?
For a thousand.
Wait. Wait a minute.
I need a favour myself. I can't reach the upper shelf.
Just take a peek if there's any Mastika left.
Are you alright?
There is none.
You've drank it all.
I'll put dynamite in her cunt. If you touch her,
it will blow you off to your mother, motherfucker.
- All the bikes are his? - All of them.
- And, what does he do with them? - What can he do?
Jan, get off of it.
Get off of it, you're making a fool of yourself.
- Lucia is with the Boss? - She comes with him sometimes,
her apartment is his. Didn't I tell you?
Lucia lives with the Boss?
No, stupid. He has apartments throughout the town, he rents them.
Where did you disappear?
- I saw you. - What did you see?
You stole the comic book. I saw you.
I'll return it when I read it.
Listen...
I have everything from Crumb, plus a bunch of new comic books at home,
would you like to see them?
I have other pans. Some other time.
Petrova, Marija.
Petrov, Kiri.
Stojanovski, Mile.
Avramovski, Gjorgji.
Ilieva, Svetlana.
Michota, Kosta.
Duler, Spiridon. Tomev, Aleksandar.
Fero, Alisija.
Please, all of you who didn't pay the membership fee, pay it by Friday.
The last time we spoke about the justification of evil.
Evil is necessary, if it brings good. We have an exalted task ahead of us.
To eradicate hesitancy and weakness that stem from having a personality.
People should rise. If it's needed, we'll come out of the underground
and win! We'll spill blood if we have to. And the Union, in which
there is no place for us, is a former slaughterhouse
in which all the traces of meat and blood have been wiped clean.
This country needs renewal! This country needs culture!
Culture, order, and discipline!
Long live!
How long shall we be victims of foreign ideas and foreign ways of life?
- You're fucking with me? - No, bro.
I sneaked in there during the applause. - And, what?
I've heard that a lot of people hang around that apartment.
But, I can't figure what's it to you? Wasn't she a goose?
Have you heard the news? We have a new head teacher.
- I don't give a fuck. - He got out of jail.
I don't give a fuck.
But she does, bro, and the question is-to whom?
Some of your parents had a problem with my being
a professor and a head teacher. Why?
Because I've been in prison. That's true.
It is not wrong for a man to make a mistake, it is wrong
not to pay for that.
And those who have paid, deserve a chance. I paid.
And now I have the right to work.
From now on, I am responsible for you.
This year is your last school year.
Don't make it the one before the last.
I demand three things. Culture, order, and discipline.
Write it down on the blackboard. With capital letters.
Culture, order, and discipline.
LUCIA IS A NOTORIOUS WHORE
Don't anyone else move!
Do you know why I kept the jail blankets warm?
I killed my wife. She was a whore.
She fucked a faggot.
Two words I can't stand. Whore, and faggot.
Have we met somewhere?
No.
You didn't need that.
Al right, didn't you recognise him? - Whom? - The Fis.
The head teacher?
When we went up there, to Lucia's, we drove in the elevator with a guy.
- Yes. - Well, that's the guy.
- Who? -My diddle-doo. The Fis! That's the same guy.
- So what? -It could be him. - Who? -The guy with the mask.
I don't want to die like this, sick.
What's so funny.
I asked what's so funny?!
Well, no one dies healthy. Only sick people die.
You hang on for a day or two,
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