As I approached this sweet garden, I met the cleric. They were so crushed and so degraded. They were as though they've been carrying rocks on their back, and on their head as well. I barely recognized them; had I not, I would have gifted them a dollar, to the poor man. "How are you doing, sir Komar," he asked. "We are doing better day after day," I replied. It drew a saddened smile on the face of his, while I laughed so harshly . . . Ha ha, my eyes are still wet with tears!
Lojzka. Tears of joy?
Komar. Comrade, you will pay, you will pay! You think I did not notice how silent you went in the last week? When a peasant fears hail, straw is secured swiftly. Look at her, this intellectual smokes no more. She will carry a bible one day, given this pace. You and Jerman . . . A neat couple! Idealism does little for you, huh? I know your sort, pigs! Jerman knows well, who will pay him the most. At the mayor's, he has made himself lunch as never seen before. I do not blame them. They would kill one just to sell the clothing.
Geni. Are they not a friend of yours?
Komar. A friend must be told the truth always.
Geni. They're absent.
Komar. He'll come by sooner or later!—He has chosen quite a funky father-in-law! Do you see the mayor as a true progressive? I would not pay a penny for such progressiveness. He is red, he is purple of anger, given that we did not install him. Shall my friend be asked to help the mayor a little, he will proceed to host the whole Tsardom and to praise it.
Hvastja arrives.
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