English Translation

V Esclur taa eblal 22 No 39 R0OPR Tuesday, November 21, 1939. In Prague, the old imperial city, a proud people rises up. It is not his own fault when it lies today in Feşseln. And the best of his youth stand up in heili- gem Zom. Twelve hundred years have passed since the Czech people formed into the nation. And exactly eleven hundred years ago the first kingdom of the Czechs and Slovaks existed: Bohemia. Moravia, Slovakia. But already seventy years later the Magyars invaded the Slovaks, while from the Erzgebirge and from the wild Bohemian forest the German tribes invaded. But the wild Czech people cut away the friendship and grew in four centuries to power and honor and dignity. And in the castle in Prague the Luxembourg princes... We have more in common with the people of the Czechs than history. - On the battlefields around Crécy died with the blind king, for France's freedom in honor, the Czech and the Luxemburgish fraternally united. Then came the night of foreign rule, and for centuries the foreign armies flooded in and out of our lands. The Czechs and the Luxemburgers sighed under strange yokes, but with the people suffering grew his free will. In 1618, the imperial governors flew out of the palace's windows and out of Czech freedom the flames blazed high in the Thirty Years' War. But only a hundred years ago did Luxembourg reach its destination. And even 20 years ago, the poor Czech people came to its independence. In a world where truth and faith and faithfulness disappear, there was brut- tal violence. Once for thought the paths were free to him, and the human right spoke about people. Now it lies in chains and should obey strangers. Yes, it should still help the friends and willingly live in bondage now. But the pride of the nation and the powerful spirit of the ancestors are on the other hand feuding. And out of the endless misery grows rebellious power. For when life is no longer worth living, death is no more feared. And so the youth rises up in Prague and dies joyfully in endless hope. The bullets may kill people, but from the martyr's blood the seed of the better future rises. And when cuch fashions young, flourishing life into mass graves, out of them the hope rises cuf a new, a better life. And now, with all the heavenly demons who long in the heart deepest wrinkles. If trust and faith still dwell on earth, let so much suffering go to your heart! Have you experienced mercy with the unlucky one who did not owe it! We see his tears rolling, it wins in us the voice of nature.