THE SECRETARY TO THE RUSSIAN PROTECTOR IN THINGS AND IN MORAVA, PRAGUE, inv. 2373, sig. 109-12/18

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-12- 109 so reluctantly fulfilled a cheap wish. I was not curious about what I might experience there more than the wild shooter, I would have preferred I had nothing to do with him and all the dark things. Finally, on the last day before my vacation ended, I drove over to the town he had told me. There was still visible snow in the furrows of the fields and in the rains, but the roads shone with dirt. The ride in the cold wagon of the train, which stopped every moment and did not come from the Fleke, made me even more disheartening. Tomorrow the holiday was over and I was caught checking the elevations and valley sections that we passed for their value for defense and attack. The station was quite far outside the city and the road was dirty and deep. At first I tried to get through the clean foot, but then I walked through the mud and puddles, and soon we had to get used to it again. The house I was looking for was at the other end of the city. I had come through here several times and knew the old fortification, in which pretty houses were built into the huge wall, the free market place with the stately church and some beautiful winkels and towers. But today I did not see myself and only wished to have a annoying order soon after me. The house, to which a multitude of curious boys led me, lay behind bare trees off the street. The door of the front yard hung half open and crooked in the aisles. Nothing moved when I stepped into the dark hallway. To the left a door seemed to lead into the parlor; I knocked and entered. The small windows, in which flower pots with neglected plants were standing, gave little light. Benches under the windows, a table, a black sopha with white buttons. Idh sniffed me and scratched with the feet, and finally a door opened in the dark background