“The river grew dark and on the boat a peaceful silence reigned. Some voices wafted over from the opposite bank and a stray canoe made its way to the boat-house. Saturnin disappeared for a while and returned with freshly-made black… — Zdeněk Jirotka Copy Share Image
“The river grew dark and on the boat a peaceful silence reigned. Some voices wafted over from the opposite bank and a stray canoe… — Zdeněk Jirotka Copy Share Image
“Jednou jsem zkoušel ozvěnu a volal jsem do lesa. Náhodou tam byl hajný, měl zlost, že plaším zvěř, a to, co na mne zahulákal,… — Zdeněk Jirotka Copy Share Image
