He was waiting patiently for them. Only the malicious glow in his eyes betrayed his dark purpose.
When the schooner came within a few metres distance from the shore, he jumped up, formed a speaking trumpet in front of his mouth with his hands and shouted at them:
— Quid apportatis, nautae?
But the seamen were not perturbed.
— Apportamus citrones!
They replied in unison.
Source: A short story from the collection The Visit, Fexi publications, Athens, 1963. First published in review Stachys, [ no 10], October-December 1951.
Barlas Fedros (Athens, 1925-1975). Poet, short-story writer, journalist. First book: Dodeka tragoudia [Twelve songs], Aetos publications, Athens, 1943. Collected works, Ta…
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