English Translation

72 Password: "Quintus" "I'll like her already!" "Actually I can be sausage!* said the boy patzig. "The main thing is that she likes those who pay her! And I'll start with it, even without your beginning!" He pulled a dry stalk between his lips, he chewed on it, haunted the sticks in the air: *Ieh will simply tell, who is poking up steeply and abruptly in front of it and that the road must be over him, because on the right and on the left there is a rock. Like a mountain water, the road has eaten itself into the soft flank of the tub, through year and year, and when the thunderstorm falls come, they wash out the wagon tracks even deeper. And I paint it out, as thick scrub grows on the hollow slopes, as bromberry hedges and slurry bushes grow, birch stands and brooms. This foams in the spring of Blust, which is flaming in the young summer of broom gold - and the day is full of birds - right here, because nowhere in the whole forest they have it so beautiful, the black platters and redtails, the finches and thorn spinners, Zeiserln and the blackbirds. And because every cart here needs a lead, and because the roasts and oxen are always standing at the bottom of the bucket for a long time, it is around the way full of flies and mosquitoes, full of horseballs and oxies!* "You write that of the horse dumplings and the cow dung too?" "That's what I have to say, it's the sparrow paradise!" The old man nodded contently: "I already meant that you have to "reform"i* "Ach gehi" said the boy; he was already in the middle of it, he liked the Fa- the never to be ripped off. "But in winter, when most singers have closed themselves a little - then the screamers are the gentlemen, the sparrows from half the Bohemian Forest, Where is it better, than there at the hollow path: De steam the fresh horse dumplings only so on the bare snow, at every hour of the day is festively covered! - And even when the shrine gardens were pushed from the small town to the hedgehogs, there were the arbours and wine spies their winter palaces, in all starhouses they nested themselves, in whole clouds, to hundreds, to thousands they came, that on some days from their screams only so swelled over the gardens! - There - "No - No It That would be the purest locust plague, as you mean with the thousand-patzen clouds!" the old man growled. But the boy did not allow himself to be stopped, he also talked with the old man his heel to the end: "- There the people called the new garden colony the "sparrow paradise" - - - "Gud n Tag winschieh, Herrr Oberoffer, already the weather of course called Sin flew out the other young men? "Sin furt?" The Czech guard, whom they called Wden, dog-schandarm, because he always served with a flogging Dobermann, stood at the fence. His black dog growled at the Tyras, the big, yellow butcher-dog, who came from the house over stiff-legged and proud and wanted to look for his master. "Gush up! - Gush!" the guard scolded and arrested the black man.