After such answer the sailors are looking for a library, because they would like to know more about Alibaba and his companions, and why the girls prefer them over hardworking sailors. Of course, all libraries in town are already closed by this time of the day, and bookstores do not carry Alibaba. The sailors began to get insanely jealous and go to the bar to get drunk. Some of them drink to oblivion, some howl and brawl, and other get sick. All of them return to the hotel late and they are grounded the next day and they have to listen to the yodelling of Chodsky's sailors: "I am missing her, I am missing her while she serves in Postrekov."
Next day the ship takes off and the sailors are glad, because in the next port they will be able to borrow and read about Alibaba and forty thieves - and they are hoping the girls there do not have to go to the bed at seven o'clock evening.
Copyright (c) Marie Neumann
sometimes in 2010
Pottsville, PA
Tuesday, February 8, 2011
Sailors
To Joseph
And of each sailors, when they anchor in the ports, will buy a bottle of club soda and he walks into his room, he sits on the bed, pulls out pictures from his breast pocket and spreads them out on the night table. They are the pictures of his mother, little sisters, sweetheart, or his wife and children, or at least, a cat. And the sailor is looking at them with nostalgia, and quietly, just for himself, sobbs. And those sailors who came as far as from Bohemia; in the evening gather in one corner of the room with the bottle of water from iceberg and they are singing in Czech with Chodsky dialect: "In our village square a boy is yodelling: God, oh dear God, I am missing her."
So, all the songs and tales about drunken sailors are made up, and they are outrageous lies. It's the truth, some individuals are seeking bars and they are asking questions about brothels, but all brothels are already closed, and brothel mama tells them: "Boys, go to the bed, we close at seven o'clock evening. The girls drank their glass of milk , and they are already in bed listening to story about Ali Baba and forty thieves. We open at six o'clock morning, and first ten customers will get a free bun with milk, and for those, who didn't get enough of sleep, we serve a chamomile tea."
And of each sailors, when they anchor in the ports, will buy a bottle of club soda and he walks into his room, he sits on the bed, pulls out pictures from his breast pocket and spreads them out on the night table. They are the pictures of his mother, little sisters, sweetheart, or his wife and children, or at least, a cat. And the sailor is looking at them with nostalgia, and quietly, just for himself, sobbs. And those sailors who came as far as from Bohemia; in the evening gather in one corner of the room with the bottle of water from iceberg and they are singing in Czech with Chodsky dialect: "In our village square a boy is yodelling: God, oh dear God, I am missing her."
So, all the songs and tales about drunken sailors are made up, and they are outrageous lies. It's the truth, some individuals are seeking bars and they are asking questions about brothels, but all brothels are already closed, and brothel mama tells them: "Boys, go to the bed, we close at seven o'clock evening. The girls drank their glass of milk , and they are already in bed listening to story about Ali Baba and forty thieves. We open at six o'clock morning, and first ten customers will get a free bun with milk, and for those, who didn't get enough of sleep, we serve a chamomile tea."
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