English Translation

3 - 63 constant violence over the hearts of the Prague students, that no one could escape her. You knew: once we come again! When we strolled over the Old Town Square - the Town Hall clock struck just the seventh hour - you would let me go to your booth for a farewell evening. It was on the third floor of an old but powerful house near the Charles Bridge. We climbed up over stepped stone steps. It was as dark in the Stiegenhaus as always and the electric light only lit it up in a thirsty way. I was all the more pleasant as all your guests when I entered your student's office, which you had developed to the real home with a lot of taste. The fact that you were studying history and German studies and that art was intimately related at all, you noticed right at the entrance - and even more so when you turned to the bookspind. True treasures you had gathered and put up in exemplary order. On the reading table at the angle between locker and window there was always a book that you just read. Here we often had our heads hot and our hearts sore and again talked forward in long-term talks. But now it looked a bit confused and dull here, as it is usual to break off your tents. The suitcases were packed in a corner and the pictures, which had migrated from the walls into the suitcases, had left white spots. But otherwise everything was clean and tidy as always, because you were not a friend of ingenious disorder and slumber. But on the two tables and at the bookpind stood flowers, nothing but flowers, in pots and in simple glasses, and spread a spicy spring scent. Gifts from friends - and seminar colleagues.