Masaryk University Faculty of Education Department of English Language and Literature
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ţe stréc Metud sedl a napsal do C. Moravské orlice inzerát: "Nudíte se? Kupte si mývala!" A od tý doby je vyléčené z trudnomyslnosti."
"D. Jsu nějaké maróda." "Jako Bóchalena," řekla jsem. "D. Co to plandáte za zmaty?" rozkřičel se strýc. "Bóchalena byla D. baba, co práskala do sebe jabka, akorát ţe měla vidění..."
"Z těch jablek?" vpadla jsem "V. Prdlačky! Vidění, no baby mívají vidění, z kostela měla vidění," kuckal se strýc Pepin,"ţe nad naším městečkem letí v noci veliké kůň a temu koňovi hořela hříva a vocas, no a Bóchalena řekla tehdá:
Bude válka, a ta válka taky byla, ale Francine, to loni G. bylo naše městečko auf! Baby padaly na kolena, já to viděl taky, nad náměstím a nad kostelem letěl Jéţíšek!
Ale pak se to vysvětlilo, ten D. malinké pakátl Lolan pásl beránky, a jak cvičily D. ajroplány a táhly za sebó takové pytel a
do teho se střílelo z G. mašinkvéro, tak zapomněli na lano, a to lano, jak šlo po zemi, tak se omotalo o nohu Lolana, to je túze pěkný dítě, s bíléma vláskama, a jak ten ajroplán šel vzhůru, šlo i to lano a s ním i Lolan, a nad naším městečkem letěl vzduchem Lolan, ale baby myslely, ţe to letí Jeţíšek, no kór kdyţ to lano zavadilo o lípy u kostela a teď Jeţíšek padal jako stréc Zavičák z větve na větev, a na zem spadl Lolan a povídá: Kde jsó mí beránci? a baby klekaly, aby jim poţehnal."
furnishing and the feather quilt and the linen in the commode, that Uncle Metud sat down and wrote him an ad to C. The Moravian Eagle: Suffer from boredom? Get yourself a racoon! And ever since then he's been cured of his melancholia."
"D. I'm no quite one hundred percent." "Like Bóchalena," I said. "D. What nonsense are you blethering?" Uncle Pepin brought into a shout: " Bóchalena was just D. a poor old thing that crammed herself with apples, except she also had visions..."
"Was it the apples?" I interrupted. "V. Bollocks! Visions, these old lassies get visions, she got it from the church," Uncle Pepin said choking, "a great big horse flying in the night over our wee town, and the mane and tail of that horse blazing with fire, well and as Bochalena said at the time, 'It'll be war', and it was war too, but Francin lad, last year the whole town G. was in a right tizz! The old women were falling down on their knees, I saw it too, over the square and over the church, this baby Jesus figure flying through the air! But the it all came out, that D. tootsy wee chappie Lolan had been out watching his lambs, and the D.
after them some kind of punchbag and potting at it with their G. popguns, they clean forgot about the rope, you see, and as it dangled along the ground, so it got tangled up all round Lolan's leg, and him a braw wee child too, with his dainty fair hair, and as the airyplanes flew upwards, the rope went up and Lolan with it, and right over our wee town Lolan went, flying through the air, but the old women they thought it was baby Jesus, specially when the rope got hooked up on a lime tree by the church, and this baby Jesus fell down like Uncle Zavičák, tumbling
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"Ale co to Si. capete jak mladý straky?" křičel strýc. Gr. "Povídám, takovýho
"To kolo," řekla jsem. "V. Prdlačky! Ten titul a ze štítu toho vorla!"
"V. Prdlačky!", řval strýc Pepin, "co to tady capete Si. jak malý děcko?"
"V. Hovno!" zakřičel strýc Pepin, "Látal byl učitel! Loni Gr. se zřítil z prvního poschodí, kdyţ vykládal, co to je čas rovnoměrné...a ţe to je, jako kdyţ vlak jede jede jede jede jede jede...a Látal sekal oběma rukama a jako vlak poskakoval k votevřenýmu volenu,
schodech nahoru a zase, vlak jede jede jede...a tak zase vstoupil do třídy za zády ţáků, kteří se vykláněli z volena."
"Mercinu si vzal stréc Vaňura, ten kuchař, jak jezdil G. balkáncukem, ten bydlel tady v Čechách, někde v C. Mnichově from branch to branch, and then wee Lolan falls to earth and says 'Where are all my poor lambs?" and the old women knelt down for him to bless them."
"What Si. are you twittering on about, u twittering magpie?" Uncle shouted. Gr. "I'm telling you, if the Emperor met the likes of your court-appointed supplier riding on a bicycle he'd have taken his..." "Bicycle off him," I said.
"V. Bollocks! Taken his court appointment off him and the eagle out of his crest!"
"V. Bollocks!" roared Uncle Pepin. "What are you twittering on about Si. like a silly bairn?"
"V. Balls!" Uncle Pepin cried. "Latal the school-teacher! Last year Gr. he fell out of a first floor classroom right in the middle of demonstrating uniform time and motion...like it's when a train just keeps chugging along and along and along and along...and Latal struck out with both arms flailing and like a train he pounded along over to the open window, and then he fell D. right out the window,
nipped up the stair, and again, there his train was, chugging along and along and along...and in he came to the classroom, behind the backs of the schoolkids that was still leaning out of the window."
"Mercina's the one married Uncle Vaňura, chef on the G. Balkan express, ye know, lived in Bohemia, hereabouts, somewhere Yüklə 0,55 Mb. Dostları ilə paylaş:
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