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He’d create a mandolin through his nose. 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. Shit on the fish! He’d eat two soft-boiled eggs, drink a cup of coffee, throw something at a rabbit and draw water from the well so his wife could water the flowers and the little garden behind the house.

He was afraid of the drummer’s cymbals and he’d kiss the saxophones. And for him Ignac was just crazy. He’d studied to be a butcher. Bubo would take a brick and throw it across the stream. And for him Ignac or Prokop were just crazy. The kids would shout at him, “Fish! Take Bubo for instance. But those bleary-eyed robbers who stole from morning to evening did not give him moment’s peace.

He’d notice dregs of coffee on the ground, point at them and say “He’d like to eat it up,” and – whap! He played the most beautifully on the violin: From childhood he’d gone fishing. Take Burlap for instance. And for him Ignac or Prokop or Bubo were just crazy.

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Everybody had to listen to him; “Attention! Eventually he’d stuff the funnel into an ear so as to listen better to what was happening kufpr the world.

They smelt like eau de cologne and chicory water. You get the cleanest meat from white horses. He’d write everything down and tell everybody everything. Saxophone, give him a dram! The kids would hide themselves away and after a while would call out once more, “Bubo, Bubo, Bubo!

We’ll tell our Dad! Take Prokop for instance. He’d stop his walks for a minimum of a week and wander about the yard only. He’d stand by the boys who played marbles or kufr crack a whip and abuse the bad people who slaughtered horses from morning to evening.

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Aside from this, he played the flute though he didn’t actually have a flute. He wanted to have clothes made from burlap. He’d sit on the pavement and play marches. Afterwards he’d be ashamed that he’d spoken so nastily and he’d poke out his tongue and take himself off home. Take Silo Paliatka for instance. Instead of a bow with horsehair he’d have a hazel stick.

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Doctor Metz would to him in nz pub, “Hey! He’d light up a cigarette and hide away in the bushes behind the bench where he’d always go at night so as kuffor be alone like a wraith. By the brook he found a funnel. Burlap would think and answer, “He’d think that it’s old Hrivnak. If somebody offered him a cigarette he’d put it behind his ear and ask if they didn’t need a light.

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He’d go down the street and pick up anything that was possible and anything he could use. He’d carry the musicians’ double-bass. Dizajn a programovanie core4. He cadged cigarettes from the boys an kisses from the girls.

After work he’d come home and shy up again. He’d light up a cigarette and go to the sugar refinery with the very tall chimney stack. He’d get up every day at about six. He’d wash his mouth out and open all his matchboxes and let out all his little rain worms.

He’d notice an old newspaper and say “He’d like that.

Take Hektor for instance. Take Ignac for instance – he’d gaze at the sun, screw up his nose and always at that very moment sneeze: Kids would ask him “Burlap, who lives at number 14? It had to be everybody at attention for a bad command. Burlap would immediately say to them, “He’d think that it’s that young Paliatka. At village dances he’d always stand next to the music and with dancing nsy he’d go for a beer with musicians.

He was always talking about it until they gave him the name Burlap. They ground knives snt in each pocket they’d got a whetstone and they feared Prokop.