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

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Characteristic: "Quintus" 75 /fo was still to be found in the forest, and so they nicely expanded the Michel/Wudi garden house, there was a living room, and above the roof there was still room for hay and sinen Verschlag, in which a bed could stand, a geist stable was cultivated - and when everything was finished, the gardens were harvested and the war was over. But the Michl moved with his mother to the sparrow paradise and also the garden owners that was right, because one felt that the visible times had to come for many now. In the garden houses of the neighboring orphans sehon had nested at night all kinds of rabbles, one did not know where they came from, they were there and were never to be driven out. Thus the Michel woke up in the sparrow paradise, it was a contemplative winter and it became a bad spring; for it fertilized in the clear places with blood. Here in the forest they only heard of it, but soon after those first mirth days they also felt it: foreign soldiers came, there were financial agents and gendarmes, because the border ran a stone's throw behind the spritzen paradise. And the land had become czechiseh, it was called. The visions shook the heads, but because it could not be changed, one was looking for a job, so that the thoughts did not have so much time to run into the new evil runs: to run. And there were therefore never so many seated citizens and pensioners in the gardens at the spa paradise outside, than this spring. Thus also for the Michel fell off very small daily work, for him he had to drive sand, for the other he searched pebbles in the bar above, the third he fetched the rose daughters from the train. Thus went the spring, the days became longer and the Michel looked after all kinds of work for beyond his paradise, which hardly needed a guard anymore. He helped there and there, his cross never hurt him so much, it straightened out, but he walked a little bit buckly. That's why the Seidlschuster once said, to whom he brought a bale of leather on a handwagerl* "Look Michel, this is the fair business for you! You don't have to peek in front of the car, you already have the right train cross* That was like a deuter of fate for the Michel. He managed to get a lei- terwagerl, he directed his big young dog, which the Modlmetzger had given him, to pull off and became the train-Michel. - "An early fly - she may have strayed from the horse stable into the warm day - now hums in the sun, the Tyrass rolls after her lurking eyes and snatches when she flies around his nose. "Now you measured" - says the boy after a while - "also tell the story of the Hallerfuhrmann and vie who built himself to paradise." He looked around, he stood, his arms entangled behind his head, and drinks the image that shines there in the spring noon. There lies the sparrow paradise, sin narrow, protected valley strip between the three hills. The first hill closes it towards the small town; it is the smallest and one can look over it over to the tower clock. The other hill is that steep, abrupt hump over which the hollow goes away and which they call the "sparrow bar"; and the third hill, which is attached to it.