DIO POVIJESTI (IZ) ŽIVOTA OBITTELJI PETRA I IVE BOBAN, GABRIĆ

Tobacco box with rolling paper of our deceased father, Petar Boban, Gabrić (1907 -1981)

This is the first photo: 

The box with tobacco and rollig paper that our dear father, Petar, had in his pocket at about 9:30 in the morning as he collected the corn on the field called Moba near the village of Blaževići on Monday, September 21, 1981, when he died of a heart attack. This box was given to me by my dear mother Iva Boban Vićeka, Gabrić on Easter, 1998, when I was visiting Bobanova Draga.

Ovo je druga slika: 

Kutija u kojoj je naš pok. Ćaća Petar nosio duhan za pušiti. Pričao mi je da ju dobro napuni ujutro prije nego pođe na njivu ili u polje raditi. Ako pazi i nikome ne dadne cigar duhana, kaže da mu je to dosta za taj dan. Tako su i drugi ljudi, pušači radili.

Ali, bilo je i takovih da su svoj duhan popušili, jer su stalno pušili, cigare savijali i od cigare do cigare pripaljivali jednu za drugom, i kako su govorili da su tako sačuvali žigice. Jedan od tih ili takovih je bio i naš unjac Ikan koji bi počeo pušiti ujutro i cigaru o cigaru zapaljivao sve do večeri. Bilo je takovih koji bi popušili sav duhan iz kutije za taj dan te bi od njive do njive išli i tražili cigar duhana. Neki su u takovom slučaj savili tako debeo cigar da bi jedva kraj s krajom papir sastavio. Ti i takovih slučajevi nisu bili osamljeni, te se je za takove pjesma za

gangu izmislila: Moj kolega pošteno se vladaj, tanko savij pa se opet nadaj. Davno bilo sad se spominjalo.

Prijevod na engleski – Translated in English

                              This is the second photo: 

The box in which our deceased father Petar carried his tobacco to smoke. He told me that he fill the box to well, in the morning, before going to the field to work. If he is very carful and during the day doesn’t give to anyone a cigarette, he says that’s enough for him for that day. That’s how the other people, the smokers did. But, there were some smokers who smoked constantly and smoked all their tobacco for that day, smoking one cigarette after the another and using one cigarette to light the next one and how they said they saved the matchs for that day . One of these was my uncle, Ikan, who would start smoking in the morning and one after the other of his cigarettes he would lighted  until the evening. There were other smokers who would smoke and finished all the tobacco from their tobacco box for that day and then, once out, would go from one man to  the next looking for someone to give them tobacco for un cigarette. In some cases, some of those smokers would put so much tobacco in rolling paper that is so much thick cigarette that they could hardly close the rolling papers. These cases were not unique and that some people invented for those smokers a ganga’s song:

Moj kolega pošteno se vladaj, tanko savij pa se opet nadaj. = My fellow friend be honest in rule, wrap thinly and look for again. Once upon a time, it is worth to be mentioned now.