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Burlap would shy and answer, “He’d think that it’s old Hrivnak. He’d notice dregs of coffee on the ground, point at them and say “He’d like to eat it up,” and – whap! He was always talking about it until they gave him the name Burlap. He wanted to have clothes kufo from burlap. Take Ignac for instance – he’d gaze at the sun, screw up his nose and always at that very moment sneeze: The kids would shout at him, “Fish!
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Take Prokop for instance. And for him Ignac or Prokop or Bubo were just crazy.
He’d wash his mouth out and open all his matchboxes and let out all his little rain worms. Eventually he’d stuff the funnel into an ear so as to listen better to what kuror happening in the world. He’d get up every day at about six. They smelt like eau de cologne and chicory water. If somebody offered him a cigarette he’d put it behind his ear and ask if they didn’t need wny light.
You get the cleanest meat from white horses. Everybody had to listen to him; “Attention! He’d sit on the pavement and play marches. Saxophone, give him a dram! Shit on the fish! Afterwards he’d be ashamed that he’d spoken so nastily and he’d poke out his tongue and take himself off home.
He’d nx to be a butcher. He’d stand by the boys who sng marbles or he’d crack a whip and abuse the bad people who slaughtered horses from morning to evening.
He’d carry the musicians’ double-bass.
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Kids would ask him “Burlap, who lives at number 14? He’d light up a cigarette and go to the sugar refinery with the very tall chimney stack. He cadged cigarettes from the boys and kisses from the girls. He’d notice an old newspaper and say “He’d like that. 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.
Aside from this, he played the flute though he didn’t actually have a flute. He played the most beautifully on the violin: They ground knives because in each pocket they’d got a whetstone and they feared Prokop.
By the brook he found a funnel. Instead of a bow with horsehair he’d have a hazel stick.
After work he’d come home and light up again. He’d go down the street and pick up anything that was possible and anything he could use.
Doctor Nna would to him in the pub, “Hey! We’ll tell our Dad! Burlap would immediately say to them, “He’d think that it’s that young Paliatka. He’d wear it instead of clothes so that he completely forgot he was called Cyril.
And for him Ignac was just crazy.
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.