STÁTNÍ TAJEMNÍK U ŘÍŠSKÉHO PROTEKTORA V ČECHÁCH A NA MORAVĚ, PRAHA, inv. 2373, sig. 109-12/18 Page 90 · 90 of 143
THE SECRETARY TO THE RUSSIAN PROTECTOR IN THINGS AND IN MORAVA, PRAGUE, inv. 2373, sig. 109-12/18
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11 Password; "Quintus" 6! placed on the knees of the old man; he now looked in the face of his master out of good, quiet eyes. The boy, however, had still forced the Bliek to the height and now saw how the two climbed from the top of the rocks, but then ran nifty on the hollow path, but hit the path to the castle; they waved down again into the sparrow paradise, then one saw only the perennials fluctuate in the silver-blue air. "They go straight into the castle. They never come to us," said the boy. He was completely disappointed. He sighed: "You know, the two belong in my story; and there they do, anyway, bini* d z s d d dd d d years with you in the sparrow paradise! Isn't that long enough for young people? If you wait two years for work, it's harder in life, as if you'd been plagued for four years for nothing" - Out there, the hándsgendarm passed again; he now acted as if he didn't see the two behind the fence; but the Tyrass struck briefly and badly, so he had to look over. The boy felt his melancholy in his throat run into a sour anger when he saw the guard: *They just whistled up there! They are in the Sehless Probably they have made geological studies, in the sparrow bar; I don't know if that's still allowed with us! Races, guard master, they still get them! Maybe they have forbidden stoners in the bagi" "Always lustik, Mr. Pscheid, always lustik! Hamsi humor like jokes" smiled the guard sorely; he chased, as if he could only greet the old man raseh, because he was terribly in a hurry to get to the train. And had a good half hour to go to the midday train. The boy grimly looked after him. "It's as if he's whining," he said, paying attention, Michel, they won't have it easy!* The old man smiled: *What's so heavy there? They have a place in Germany, but they don't even have a passport; they just have to walk over the Grenze, but it doesn't take a bright day to bring your things noeh hi- nn. The dog's hand arm doesn't have to worry about that!* Now the boy said: "They're going to leave us, Michel! Everywhere And the Arbei in the party, which lies entirely on your boy, when they come home on the night!" has not killed anyone, the work; abor it has already been around the neck of some people "What the others will say then?" "Yes, that is always such a thing with which "go away!" as they say!* nodded the old man. "As long as someone has no place and is sitting around at home, everyone says: Why doesn't he go to Reieh? They need people! - No, he prefers to sit at home and do nothing - and politicized! That's easier than working! - But one has