English Translation

Password: "Quintus" tzenj Gelt?* The big dog was crying with joy and was with a sentence above the fence that the guests of the rice tree fluttered on the beds. He put them in front of his master; he stroked over his head: "I called you dum earlier, Tyras! But it just went so well* The dog raised the paw to the old man's knee, he blinked with his left eye and pulled up the lefts as if he were understandingly grinning. The boy watched how the old woman and his dog held twilight, this faithful veteran. And now he knew how his story would go on.And then I just tell how the first man came into the sparrow paradise! he said into the air. "That's me afterwards?" The Tyras also looked for the boy; he felt how they looked at him, the two, and looked straight into the mountains himself, as if he had to read it there: "Just before the last year of war, the train-Michel then moved to the sparrow paradise. The railway-Michel was called noeh the Michel Oberhofer at that time, he was a man who stood sehon in the years, a strong, silent man. A Serb ball had torn away the first link from his index finger, another had driven him into the cross, he walked away a little bent away, but here in the forest it was hardly noticeable. They had dismissed him, because he was no longer good without a shot finger, the people told, and with the crooked Kreut he also messed up every row. Michel Oberhofer was therefore at home. But he could not go into the forest any more, but his cross had become too weak and he didn't fit into the factory either, he couldn't stand the long standing. Therefore they put on him whether he would not want to move as a guard to the sparrow paradise. Over the years the need had also crawled into the mountains, in the small town there were now many, who hardly had their mouth full in the day. So those who had plucked apples and all kinds of nutritious things in the gardens found, often in the morning, the beds raked and stole out, it was already autumn and the plums matured on the branches, the apples wanted to blow red cheeks, and it could not surprise one, when the hungry at night also rose into the trees. That is why the owners of the Gartenland had spoken to each other and asked Michel whether he was right to hold such a post, especially since it would be a custom in this country for the disabled to see such services. Michel said that he didn't feel so illegitimate at all and that they should only see him tearing himself together again with the years in the cross, - but if they thought he could prove it sehon. The Michel was to have a few hands full of each beet, and that was probably more than money, in those times. But the largest garden house was now set up as a guard's home, wood.