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CS DÉVČATASÉHLÁJÍ In a girl of souls For the first time in Czech history, we get the opportunity to be a part of an inseparable whole. We have been re-enacted in many small organisms, where we have spent our strength without results. Now we are being led by one. In principle, we all have to believe what we are earning by this. As in Rishi, on December 1, 193 German youth were recognized by the state, we are also provided in these days. In earlier times, we were lost without a leading personality. We were and are still at the mercy of the worst influence and ideas. Spain's literature was destroyed by the fantasy of youthful readers to make some business. But not all the youngsters have succumbed to this very bad influence, and I believe firmly in the good core of our young divinity. I am not breaking the hour over it, but over the ideology of the former movements. Tyio hours are very important to us, ponyvadă what is happening here has nothing to do with school reform, even nothing to say about school how it has taken the past. We're going to start something new. Our girls must be happy again, they have to learn to understand the necessity of the time so that they can once fully perform the duties that they have determined their place. We won't be given anything, we have to earn everything ourselves. However, this must be our clandestine and deepest joy. We stand as a divining youth in one hand with the same rights and obligations. There will be no distinction between the poor girl or the rich girl, there will not be a roxdill between the student - Foto Weltbild and young workers of hands. There will not become a division between the girl Catholic and Protestant. Only young Czechs of the same age will be there. In these days each of us will become one of the components of the great whole. But for the beautiful mosaica can be admiration for its beauty- darkened scar. She quietly closed the clavir bathtub, every small tile must be in the right place and without decay. weights from the matuin side and there was a mo. and she lit up a high stand with a llama. no joy of the roasting sun and of every-no sitting in a large room, having fun with the lush loaded fury. Then so fo musice also with us. It's fair from these moments he tried to make each and then sit-and-sit to grandmother, Miruá, Khd- with the late ones, to plow through the family album, to wash for lunch and to bathe again, and behind- we were such an impeccable tile, that the whole picture was lulled by the words and long after. be praised by father and mother and after-breaking melody again somewhere unmistakable for sport until evening. And as in her dream, she saw her grandmother's work. Later, she will give Boh, even with the equipment. mate us all when we were so much more Miadou. vou This our mutuality to this overall image gives us a piné taste into life, Cily jsnie and zpi- She had a long, peknă nekasané skirte Granddaughter of disgruntled lavala, played theater and prednáselaly and she imposed many responsibilities. Let's remember that every lap in the fomto uptight ivout, high stringing but- vu and telling about the forested dolly le- Beseda we learned: it's when we're a nicely modified hat and hat. Quiet, tośnich vacdinin. about abandoned green saddles in the clubhouse by the fireplace. And when oy-big national machine must click without disturbances. We can't say modest . . . : A bit jinxed - a hermitage and an excited retreat with camp- lo tete, then we sat by the reckoning and I don't care, nobody knows me. No, that would be a false road. She did in a school camp and mechamics from her cottages on both sides. They only talked lightly and muffled to say a listening poem of 19 verses. Always act as if we were the eyes of the entire public. Bud- There was a bunch of funny young di- chom didn't scare this fairy-tale non-poo. Tech poems were many and ages, we were divided into groups of realism. It was you, moon and flattering rhyme, I liked that someone was síar about us, or if we grew up and avoided it - often they mourned, but no one at home and each group had their own kitchens. We cooked and didn't scare each other-- and you thought so much of the sky and I made all the mistakes. But you won't stand alone beside you will be worth the diaries knowing how shame marvelled. You have so many beautiful and good plans. your friend, After some time there will be tens and hundreds of things by your side when the Novak had a poem- For example my bread? Müj vlast. that you can't talk about it. Only you can see about three verses longer. Only then do you properly realize your belonging to it- że there are others who have calmed each other down, you have scattered lovely flour ..© Flowers of the stumps you are no more sensible than they like and düvé- muio to the great whole, you belong to the kierem with your blood and your youth. Evening above the embroidered: it was beautiful - they were fictioned and all the girls I'd like to see the recipe, which I stand next to each other in a workable bedcloth with tiny pendants; they were writing. But that I put into them also in fun, in short, which is alive. It is absolutely necessary that we all walk in a firm, 140 hčččkú and in every 5 rūžićek. beaten anise and lemon cure . . .. it is not lost... Květa. It was really beautiful work. I didn't reveal any, but my back hurt a bit and my eyes were burning- In the morning the forest run, then bathed and my fingers and fingers were good to be pierced, but the CZECH SONGS could, if it was in our power, make up the regular future- after breakfast it was on the ground work or the wonder was patient, the milk was sewn into the forest on the dfivi, the mature snot-point of New Europe! Ludmila Valášková. and from the beginning of the pietala days until noon, ly and śkrabala and the arms of the schouci on which so much sneaked, this day the hay smelled aż to the alknuti but nevăi- came to visit my aunt and uncle- Simple, the folk composer in her captured it. we had little and we had lived- all their feelings, expressed in her desires, expressed out of her love. The fairy tale of the king's daughter teaches the beauty of the native land, celebrates its foaming crop of its field, sometimes the peasant's unspoken love from it. to the native poodle, to the fragrant nature, rejoices the young man tul still in the same due st'at and marked on the bed to the longer rest- don't skip it with ūcta, as you do in it from success, relaxes it with his great head impaled on the reed, eink. Her transparent, fragile beauty at Daddy's. Don't dissuade her hasty enthusiasm and joy, sometimes with a song in the yard lying around. She wasn't with the aid. a:d... community, while she sits and tells herself, confessing from the pain of the heart, from the mountain du-a-bad, had such an interesting and so it took so long, until it was hell to sit in that can-she. The national song, however, told the daughter of the royal, the diva once swelled the queen's mother with two wholes from morning to evening on one and encouraged to a new one. effort, she has just come out of the window of the sue bedroom, but I. legs. Tuze ulekia and when the father of the mists and gni do not move. Let her, let her strive to cheer up, to the breeze of courage. and to warn? And to tuck? What's the king saying here: Mommy stays for you as much as she can for you.In our writings, the whole story comes from Mommy's steit, so she stays on the bed. It was and give, let it be a clever and agile beh of human life, simple and pū- Mani king bula totiz such a sta- tai's old, good cow, as we young girl, kiera will be able to rotate in your village and city, They are a good, good king, who in the morning vstaia said, which in the whole day very to- every living situation. oslayou nature and our beautiful homeland. And now, my dear daughter, let no one clean it up and make it a lunch, and it was made a lazy and spoiled what is so much against the nation's song! This is the first time she remembered, she got used to cleaning the heat of the king of Brno and Huacint: they didn't have to ask for it. I called the princess to wash with your mother's dishes and folded without a single sway of emotion. english and fekla: the button ma krunúr. nestud. sehdánů dolů pro mlé- Therefore, can never be so beautiful A deera royal once again said: and go, Hyaciato, uvar coffee and tatin ko and when you are gruntóte a mom- and impressive. He liked it, and he liked to go around it: He-nat to the honestness and modesty of the obedument of the meatloaf with sauce. ice, dévenko, the parquet of the scraven national writing, Glory and popularity of the sun-sighed, zivila and the surrendered waited for breakfast. He brought it self-created ii liked and the helmet has neiak re alone and paste-más in the bathroom. the gru takes only a short time, quickly to it Photo: archive. mom and kduż sela in the morning so much will, the vysistit Sidoi and the evening żlutou... has already plowed the penguin to zá- forget, because we will not infiltrate the depths of her run. But she did not want to do her kedlubny, he is rad... uh, what is the screen? Since yesterday I tell you. to get into people's hearts. So for a moment he was born ..in short he was so beautiful that he who deera royal paaled into fainting. the hive was lost to irreversibly. saw her, he remained to be yuk salty column. sweet: wonder to bother Stova from mate's mouth but the stúl cleaned up... ditë, please, © My testy said mother and size-chúzi to the yiddiu, know only she vedela, come put my hands away, I have my hands from the dough... While the national piseña is still as fragile and gentle as Hyacint's magic of power. It barely flew through the window. la, it was my pouchoe, my father used to say, on the revival of the unhappy hiava, then don't be nervous, dear children, and equally adored. loved and revered. I požidia princess two raisiá ja-bika and pomerancovým stávu and po prinee = unknown land, eyes zavarkn- nericei, that it hurt the head and lies with Zije still and will live on. Jessa Hyacinta was a day after a short rest she went into the ly, uśi strihaled, and the sense of happiness to you mdio. Very, it is all a better-expensive monument to our fathers and our day more beautifully, Like the spring day, they called gardens. where she dreamed of time in the gazebo, she giggled. And the pax handed a rakosk, a loccik, than 50 squats in the morning. men around her, like the dewy morning. holy duty is to keep our remaining until noon. Before my obedience- led firm handa otivleho prin- told you, who still neteklt nothing. M.K.Krütová ce (see magic power). very energy- expensive songs preserved unchanged la light, pleasant breakout with And so he came once. it was 17. gicky wake up and process them- and the same beautiful to ours, přim gene-father, but then odbraia by August, krasnj young prine from unknown to his chambers; hated vüni heavy- nou, crehkou prinreznu Huacintu. racim. My country and pohiedle I am fond of him ginger beer and spicy We have yet to say that Prince Our Czech song will not be able to stop the deer royal, immediately after he took a massitúch dishes. In which if he got the princess and half the kingship to serve our people, he will try and. to seek information about the natives, to enlist the king! and the crawl room. And that Hyacint liked with the taste of nature and other small malieko- she ate something pushed through carrots and two helpers when preparing a wedding hos- deepen our love for the country, to the families- stairs, yoka an example of the venereal, equipment- the crackers had gone to the times- the rins and that she had learned to clean the evening not lumpy. in a pod. Ascii's information would-- to whom the ruočinsu, In the evening she was waiting for it-- Prince of Brno and self-donored arse-- In each case, let's be very discreet about it, after all, the work of the day: muscia teach- to beat not like the knofik on the run. The king and the queen and the proud and the braves of it. Let's not let them do their duty to their social po-8 was from it affair. that the guiltyness and spend the nelcolic hodia in Ponankent: 1. Dear maninko. do not represent them and let's not put them down from unknown ground informed society dam and pánū. Only in nechei sońt princess Huacintu into pozádi superficial slágry. Jame umi umí daughter krilovská tiż varit sluhch noenich pojdta the longest of all members of the family, do not wear them to most of the Czech national uklizer a. Vest household. Unhappy something boiled fruit and dropped to death her coffee almost to bed and Drawing: Jindra. plsnička itself. Vera Faraká. Get 1.RIINA 1942 PAGE 9.