Killing two birds with one stone.
Zabít dvě mouchy jednou ranou.
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Svejk, ex-serviceman from war years ago was sleeping in a bed when somebody knocked on his door. It was Mrs. Mullerova, his housekeeper.
„You have to wake up, it is nearly afternoon“ said Mrs. Mullerova.
She helped Svejk to stand up from bed. He has got rheumatiz so he has got problems with it. They were talking to each other and suddenly Mrs. Mullerova said:
„You know what, archduke was shot. Neighbour told it to me. It was in Sarajevo. He was sitting in his car and…“
„Archduke d´Este?“ asked Svejk, „It is bad too bad Mrs. Mullerova. I will go to the pub to find out the true.“
On his way to the pub he bought a newspaper with information about d´Este´s death, but nobody talked about this. It was in time when our country was part of Austria-Hungary. There were lots of men – squeakers. They inform about „bad“ talking about our emperor of Austria – Hungary.
Svejk was sitting in a pub, drunk a beer and smoked from his nice tobacco pipe.
„One more beer, “ ordered Svejk and friends around the table asked him: „Why are you drinking so much this day?
„I am so sad because of death of archduke,“ said Svejk with excessive sadness. „It is a shame, he could be a good emperor“ …sighed.
„I knew one man from Pilsen, Vodrazka was his name. He had got a big farm with lots of pigs. If he would not be dead, he would be also great at pig breeding…“
After these words a strange man sitting in the corner and listening him all the time stand up and …
„You have to wake up, it is nearly afternoon“ said Mrs. Mullerova.
She helped Svejk to stand up from bed. He has got rheumatiz so he has got problems with it. They were talking to each other and suddenly Mrs. Mullerova said:
„You know what, archduke was shot. Neighbour told it to me. It was in Sarajevo. He was sitting in his car and…“
„Archduke d´Este?“ asked Svejk, „It is bad too bad Mrs. Mullerova. I will go to the pub to find out the true.“
On his way to the pub he bought a newspaper with information about d´Este´s death, but nobody talked about this. It was in time when our country was part of Austria-Hungary. There were lots of men – squeakers. They inform about „bad“ talking about our emperor of Austria – Hungary.
Svejk was sitting in a pub, drunk a beer and smoked from his nice tobacco pipe.
„One more beer, “ ordered Svejk and friends around the table asked him: „Why are you drinking so much this day?
„I am so sad because of death of archduke,“ said Svejk with excessive sadness. „It is a shame, he could be a good emperor“ …sighed.
„I knew one man from Pilsen, Vodrazka was his name. He had got a big farm with lots of pigs. If he would not be dead, he would be also great at pig breeding…“
After these words a strange man sitting in the corner and listening him all the time stand up and …
