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He’d notice dregs of coffee on the ground, point at them and say “He’d like to eat it up,” and – whap!
At village dances he’d always stand next to the music and with dancing jufor he’d go for a beer with musicians.
He’d light up a cigarette and go to the sugar refinery with the very tall chimney stack. He wanted to have clothes made from burlap.
Instead of a bow with horsehair he’d have a hazel stick.
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He’d get up every day at about six. He’d write everything down and tell everybody everything. Take Silo Paliatka for instance. Take Prokop for instance. We’ll tell our Dad! The kids would shout at him, “Fish! Kids would ask him “Burlap, who lives at number 14? But those bleary-eyed robbers who stole from morning to evening did not give him moment’s peace. And for him Ignac or Prokop or Bubo were just crazy. He was always talking about it until they gave him the name Burlap.
He’d notice an kufro newspaper and say “He’d like that.
Kufor na sny Quotes by Dušan Dušek
He’d studied to be a butcher. After work he’d come home and light up again. He’d also play the mouth-organ, “Sentimental Johnny. He’d stop his walks for a minimum of a week and wander about the yard only. The world of his fiction bristles with memorable characters who mediate not only the author’s experience as a child, but also his humour and irony and a distinctive poeticism which rests on ssny with not only a specific narrative blueprint, but also with imaginativeness and subtle psychological detail.
Aside from this, he played the flute though he didn’t actually have a flute.
They ground knives because in each pocket they’d got a whetstone and they feared Prokop. He’d carry the musicians’ double-bass. It had to be everybody at attention for a bad command. Take Bubo for instance.
Eventually he’d stuff the funnel into an kuffor so as to listen better to what was happening in the world. Shit on the fish!
And for him Ignac or Prokop were just crazy. Afterwards he’d be ashamed that he’d spoken so nastily and he’d poke out his tongue and take himself off home. Bubo would take a brick and throw it across the stream. You get the cleanest meat from white horses. Take Hektor for instance.
They smelt like eau de cologne and chicory water. He cadged cigarettes from the boys and kisses from the girls. Dizajn a programovanie core4. He played the most beautifully on the violin: Saxophone, give him a dram! And for him Ignac was just crazy. He’d sit on the pavement and play marches.
He’d stand by the boys who played marbles or he’d crack a whip and abuse the bad people who slaughtered horses from morning to evening.
