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15 Password: "Quintus* 83 through the hollow path at the sparrow bar and barked after the birds, crossed through the gardens and rattled for moles. Then he looked again for his master, and he sat then mostly in front of the student garden house and annoyed the young people; he annoysed them because he was angry at himself, for he was everywhere in the way. When he went through the house and looked whether there was nothing to be done and it was all right - when he strayed to the storage places, where the grinding wood and the blokes were layered and everything was like running after the string - if he wanted to clean up the magazine and found everything blank and good, - he got angry, but in time he came to the conclusion that he was now in *pension* and he found himself with the big rest like another with a hard work. - "Now lie again! Look at me gfallts quite guti* He rubbed himself comfortably to the Rüeken on the sun-warm board wall, he opened his mouth and wanted to say something more, over there the big truck banged in front of the house and the Franzl let the Boschhorn cry three times - and that was for the father the toe for lunch! The Michel got up, he knocked out the pipe, nodded to the boy and said by the way: "Yes, my dear, the story does not have a right conclusion* And he slurped in the sunny midday and the Tyrass stilted behind it, there was a silver trembling over the beds, the autumn fertiliser roeh and the earth there-- the birds roared in the hedges. "Right, Michel! The story has no end!" said the boy dismayed and saw himself sitting so small in this great spring break. - "And he never told me the beginning!" - - 0 0 0 The story got noeh sinen Sehluss. He fulfilled himself only a few years later and there was the land around the sparrow paradise again in the war. Oh, what had this sparrow paradise experienced! Soon after the three students had moved out, the flags roared red over the hills, over and over the borders, a luminous stream in the wind, just as the same blood rushed into the people and flowed over them. And then there was an autumn day, golden clear and full of silver whirlwinds, when the flags in the forest were torn down again, and shots fell, and just at the paradise it hit one that day; it was the last bullet that struck here from a Czech gun barrel. Did the dog's handarm still want his revenge? On a rainy October day, however, the refugees came again in a rage, the bells stormed at them cheeringly over the hills, the flags clapped high in the wind, they hit dark, but the whole sparrow paradise shone away again.