English Translation

Password: "Quintus" 2 70 ren, crushed fingers would be like the spruce noses, which lay there on the beds with the pring roses and rhubarb trees and of which now the brown needles were rare, in the quiet breath of the day. Now the old man had stuffed the pipe, he called it cold a few times, if everything had the right train, then he rubbed a sulfur wood on the bottom of his pants, saw critically in the small, yellow steam and held the rosy flame over the pipe head. He snorted loudly and smeared the first tobacco clouds around him and in the middle of this chat he said it so beside him, with half his breath: "I would like to know what You are writing there.* Now the boy grinned insolently; but the old man did not see it, he looked like uninvolved in the blue-silver air. "Shall I tell Michsl?" The old man liked to remove a false blinker from the one caught on the ground; he was angry that he had betrayed his curiosity to the boy and thought achon to rub this snot nose in the right answer. But he didn't want to rush anything and said only great, from above: "For my sake!" He leaned on the grey board wall, he felt how the warmth was already sitting in the chair and now quietly pouring into his back, he stretched his feet as if he had to endure a boring thing now and was quite secretly happy that a morning would be nicely brought to the end; until noon, doing nothing would be acceptable again! But now it was the boy who got his tongue dry with embarrassment; he liked to turn it as he wanted, there was no real beginning between his fingers; he looked angry and had the feeling that the old man had set him up after all. That made the crooked beginning only more delayed. The old man had noticed sehon that the boy at the first chunk was choking, he grinned that the wrinkles were only running over his face and cost his revenge in broad directions: *You milsstest keep your story a little louder thinking!" The boy sat up with a jerk, he scratched off his elbow the moist earth crusts, for a moment he felt the sun in his neck, the warm young air ran over him like water. Then he leaned against the wall of the house, and with his knee he blew up a few times and said so easily, even though he hunted his brains for words. "Such a thing is not immediately as punctual as life runs; since one must weigh out the weight and the lightness and take the right breath in the beginning, that nothing chokes; and often then this or that does not fit, then one must just reform it" The old man cowardly: *Louding mean?" And because the boy now blew off his lips - he was himself, as if the dark word of "shaping" stuck to his teeth, the old man continued: "Fang only ani Ieh would like to hearhp, what becomes of me in such a story! And if you