KUFOR NA SNY PDF

KUFOR NA SNY PDF

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If somebody offered him a cigarette he’d put it behind his ear and ask if they didn’t need a light. Take Silo Paliatka for instance. They ground knives because kudor each pocket they’d got a whetstone and they feared Prokop. At village dances he’d always stand next to the music and with dancing steps he’d go for a beer with musicians.

Eventually he’d stuff the funnel into an ear so as to listen better to what was happening in the world. Kids would ask him “Burlap, who lives at number 14? He’d notice an old newspaper and say “He’d like that. Take Prokop for instance.

He was afraid of the drummer’s cymbals and he’d kiss the saxophones. He’d studied to be a butcher. He’d also play the mouth-organ, “Sentimental Johnny. He’d go down the street and pick up anything that was possible and anything he could use. Dizajn a programovanie core4. 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. He’d stop his walks for a minimum of a week and wander about the yard only.

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Kufor na sny

Shit on the fish! And for him Ignac was just crazy. Burlap would think and answer, “He’d think that it’s old Hrivnak. And for him Ignac or Prokop were just crazy. 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 metaphor with not only a specific narrative blueprint, but also with imaginativeness and subtle psychological detail.

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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! Saxophone, give him a dram! He played the most beautifully on the violin: He’d sit on the pavement and play marches. They smelt like eau de cologne snu chicory water.

Take Bubo for instance. Take Burlap for instance. He’d carry the musicians’ double-bass.

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Everybody had to listen to him; “Attention! Instead of a bow with horsehair he’d have a hazel stick. Take Hektor for instance. The kids would shout at him, “Fish! He’d wear it instead of clothes so that he completely forgot he was called Cyril. Doctor Metz would to him in the pub, “Hey! Take Ignac for instance – he’d gaze at the sun, screw up his nose and always at that very moment sneeze: He’d write everything down and tell everybody everything.

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It had to be everybody at attention for a bad command. He’d create a mandolin through his nose.

Afterwards he’d be ashamed that nw spoken so nastily and he’d poke out his tongue and take himself off home. Burlap would immediately say to them, “He’d think that it’s that young Paliatka. He wanted to have clothes made from burlap. We’ll tell our Dad! And for him Ignac or Prokop or Bubo were just crazy.

But those bleary-eyed robbers who stole from morning to evening did not give him moment’s peace. By the brook he found a kufkr.

He’d light up a cigarette and go to the sugar refinery with the very tall chimney stack. Aside from this, he played the flute though he didn’t actually have a flute.

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After work he’d come home and light up again. He cadged cigarettes from the boys and kisses from the girls. From childhood he’d gone fishing.

He’d eat two soft-boiled eggs, drink a cup of coffee, throw something at a rabbit and draw ,ufor from the well so his wife could water the flowers and the little garden behind the house. He’d wash his mouth out and open all his matchboxes and let out all his little rain worms. You get the cleanest meat from white horses.