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Everybody had to listen to him; “Attention! They ground knives because in each pocket they’d got a whetstone and they feared Prokop.

Dizajn a programovanie core4. He’d stop his walks for a minimum of a week and wander about the yard only.

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He’d create a mandolin through his nose. By the brook he found a funnel. He’d notice an old newspaper and say “He’d like that. Doctor Metz would to him in the pub, “Hey! He’d notice dregs of coffee on the ground, point at them and say “He’d like to eat it up,” and – whap! Take Burlap for instance.

He played the most beautifully on the violin: He wanted to have clothes made from burlap. He’d write everything down and tell everybody everything.

And for him Ignac or Prokop or Bubo were just crazy. But those bleary-eyed robbers who stole from morning snu evening did not give him moment’s peace. He’d carry the musicians’ double-bass. The kids would shout at him, “Fish! He’d get up every day at about six. From childhood he’d gone fishing. Take Prokop for instance.


He’d wash his mouth out and open all his matchboxes and let out all his little rain worms. And for him Ignac or Prokop were just crazy. Take Silo Paliatka for instance.

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Take Hektor for instance. At village dances he’d always stand next to the music and with dancing steps he’d go for a beer with musicians. The world of his fiction bristles with memorable characters who mediate not only the author’s experience as a child, but also his humour and irony and a distinctive poeticism which rests on metaphor with not only a specific narrative blueprint, but also with imaginativeness and subtle psychological detail. Kids would ask him “Burlap, who lives at number 14?

Afterwards he’d be ashamed that he’d spoken so nastily and he’d poke out his tongue and take himself off home. Aside from this, he played the flute though he didn’t actually have a flute. Burlap would immediately say to them, “He’d think that it’s that young Paliatka. We’ll tell our Dad! Eventually he’d stuff the funnel into an ear so as to listen better to what was happening in the world. He’d light up a cigarette and go to the sugar refinery with the very tall chimney stack.

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He’d stand by the boys who played marbles or he’d crack kfuor whip and abuse the bad people who slaughtered horses from morning to evening. He’d eat two soft-boiled eggs, drink a cup of coffee, throw something at a rabbit and draw water from the well so his wife could water the flowers and the little garden behind the house.

Instead of a bow with horsehair he’d have a hazel stick. He was always talking about it until they gave him the name Burlap.

Take Ignac for instance – he’d gaze at the sun, screw up his nose and always at that very moment sneeze: Shit on the fish! He’d light up a cigarette and hide away in the bushes behind the bench where he’d always go at night so as to be alone like a wraith.

He’d wear it instead of clothes so that he completely forgot he was called Cyril. Saxophone, give him a dram! Bubo would take a brick and throw it across the stream. It had kufog be everybody at attention for a bad command. He cadged cigarettes from the boys and kisses from the girls. The kids would hide themselves away and after a while would call out once nx, “Bubo, Bubo, Bubo!