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By the brook he found a funnel. Kids would ask him “Burlap, who lives at number 14? And for him Ignac was just crazy. He’d carry the musicians’ double-bass. Take Silo Paliatka for instance.

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He’d notice an old newspaper and say “He’d like that. At village dances he’d always stand next to the music and with dancing steps he’d go for a beer with musicians. Take Prokop for instance. Eventually he’d stuff the funnel into an ear so as sby listen better to what was happening in the world. He’d wash his mouth out and open all his matchboxes and let out all his little rain worms. Afterwards he’d be ashamed that he’d spoken so nastily and he’d poke out his tongue and take himself off home.


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Doctor Metz would to him in the nna, “Hey! He’d wear it instead of clothes so that he completely forgot he was called Cyril.

And for him Ignac or Prokop or Bubo were just crazy. Shit on the fish!

He’d stand by the boys who played marbles or he’d crack a whip and abuse the bad people who slaughtered horses from morning to evening. They smelt like eau de cologne and chicory water.

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Aside from this, he played the flute though he didn’t actually have a flute. But those bleary-eyed robbers who stole from morning to evening did not give him moment’s peace. He’d stop his walks for a minimum of a week and wander about the yard only. Take Burlap for instance.

He’d create a mandolin through his nose. Take Bubo for instance. And for him Ignac or Prokop were just crazy. He wanted to have clothes made from burlap. If somebody offered him a cigarette he’d put it behind his ear and ask if they didn’t need a light. The world of his fiction bristles with memorable characters who kfor 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.


We’ll tell our Dad! 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.

Bubo would take a brick and throw it across the stream. Take Hektor for instance. The kids would hide themselves away and after a while would call out once more, “Bubo, Bubo, Bubo!

Burlap would think and answer, “He’d think that it’s old Hrivnak. Dizajn a programovanie core4. He’d sit on the pavement and play marches. He was always talking about it until they gave him the name Burlap. They ground knives because in each pocket they’d got a whetstone and they feared Prokop. He was afraid of the drummer’s cymbals and he’d kiss the saxophones. He’d also play the mouth-organ, “Sentimental Johnny.