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  • There is also sunshine on Příkopy Street. But only the commercial council Slunitschko. (Today, there is no doubt that Prague was indeed founded by Oriental merchants, as the legend says.) Mr Slunitschko likes to stand outside the Waldek & Wagner shop, which sells rubber goods and utensils, and his face often has that gleam that has always characterised great merchants: Marco Polo, Fugger, Li-hung-cang. Rád tam postává — je to uprostřed mezi dvěma bankami, Českou zemskou bankou a Úvěrním ústavem, a to dělá vždycky dobrý dojem. Mimoto chodí stále oblečen černě. Je to pan Feldeck von Howiessi. Bystrá hlava. Náprsní taška naditá. Má v ní stearínové svíčky. Vyndává je pokaždé z luceren své ekvipáže, aby je koží neukradl. Otočíme se: Ach! To šla kolem nás neškodná ženuška, paní doktorová Kokerhelová. Sie imitiert einen heißen Blick, triumphierend, als hätte sie eine neue Lasterhaftigkeit erfunden. Und dort hält ein Wagen. Was für ein prächtiger Landauer! Schauen wir mal! Die Frau des Millionärs Kostertsche sitzt darin und isst mit bloßen Fingern kalte Linsen aus ihrer Pompadourhaube. Verlegen ruft ihre Tochter, die gerade vorbeikommt, ihr zu: „Aber Mama, was isst du denn da?!“ Aber das beeindruckt die alte Dame nicht. Nun, und wer ist das? – Ist er schon aus Wien zurück? – Ach, meine Güte: Es ist Oberst Aaron Gedalje Hehler vom 202. Infanterieregiment. – Natürlich aus der Schreibabteilung. Wer würde ihn nicht kennen! Er wiegt fünfundvierzig Kilo, ein Leichtgewicht par excellence.
  • Imituje žhavý pohled, vítězně, jako kdyby vynalezla nějakou novou neřest. A tamhle zastavuje vůz. Jaký nádherný landauer! Podívejme se! Manželka milionáře Kostertsche v něm sedí a holými prsty pojídá ze své pompadúrky studenou čočku. V rozpacích na ni volá dcera, která jde právě kolem: „Ale mamá, copak to jíš?!“ Jenže na starou dámu to neplatí. Nu, a kdopak je tohle? — Že by se už vrátil z Vídně? — Ach, namoutě: Přijel hejtman Aaron Gedalje Hehler od 202. pěšího regimentu. — Samozřejmě z písařského oddělení. Kdo by ho neznal! Váha pětačtyřicet kilo, balmachome v lehké váze par excellence.
  • He makes a very bold impression, and there is nothing strange about that, because one of his ancestors bravely made his way to the late Hermann Cherusko so as not to miss out on the oak trade in the Teutoburg Forest. Mr Hehler was recently decorated again — from Armenia, along with hairdresser Schicketanz and diurnist Oberkneifer from Mariánské Lázně, but certainly not for his fearlessness or unique ability to interpret concepts of honour in the sense of Kabbalah, but apparently for his merits he earned in Armenia and neighbouring countries when he was still an unbaptised assistant in the chicory industry. ‘My Karla, she's a lady,’ he likes to sing in the evening over a glass of wine, because he loves the English language — Governor Gedalje Hehler. But now, gracious reader, follow me willingly to the Continental Café, which is just across the street and is the heart of the German part of Prague.
  • She imitates a fiery gaze, triumphantly, as if she had invented some new vice. And there a carriage stops. What a beautiful landau! Let's take a look! The wife of the millionaire Kostertsche is sitting in it, eating cold lentils from her pompadour with her bare fingers. Her daughter, who is just passing by, calls out to her in embarrassment: ‘But Mama, what are you eating?!’ But that doesn't work on the old lady. Well, who's this? — Could he be back from Vienna already? — Oh, my goodness: it's Captain Aaron Gedalje Hehler from the 202nd Infantry Regiment. — From the clerical department, of course. Who wouldn't know him! Weighing forty-five kilos, he is a lightweight par excellence.
  • Sie imitiert einen heißen Blick, triumphierend, als hätte sie eine neue Lasterhaftigkeit erfunden. Und dort hält ein Wagen. Was für ein prächtiger Landauer! Schauen wir mal! Die Frau des Millionärs Kostertsche sitzt darin und isst mit bloßen Fingern kalte Linsen aus ihrer Pompadourhaube. Verlegen ruft ihre Tochter, die gerade vorbeikommt, ihr zu: „Aber Mama, was isst du denn da?!“ Aber das beeindruckt die alte Dame nicht. Nun, und wer ist das? – Ist er schon aus Wien zurück? – Ach, meine Güte: Es ist Oberst Aaron Gedalje Hehler vom 202. Infanterieregiment. – Natürlich aus der Schreibabteilung. Wer würde ihn nicht kennen! Er wiegt fünfundvierzig Kilo, ein Leichtgewicht par excellence.
  • Na Příkopech je také sluníčko. Ovšem jen komerční rada Slunitschko. (Dnes už vůbec není nejmenší pochybnosti, že Prahu skutečně založili orientální kupci, jak praví pověst.) Pan Slunitschko rád postává u krámu firmy Waldek & Wagner, gumové zboží a uterusilie, a na jeho tváři bývá onen odlesk, kterým se odjakživa vyznačovali velcí obchodníci: Marco Polo, Fugger, Li-hung-cang. Rád tam postává — je to uprostřed mezi dvěma bankami, Českou zemskou bankou a Úvěrním ústavem, a to dělá vždycky dobrý dojem. Mimoto chodí stále oblečen černě. Je to pan Feldeck von Howiessi. Bytrá hlava. Náprsní taška naditá. Má v ní stearínové svíčky. Vyndává je pokaždé z luceren své ekvipáže, aby je koží neukradl. Otočíme se: Ach! To šla kolem nás neškodná ženuška, paní doktorová Kokerhelová. Klap, klap, klap.
  • There is also sunshine on Příkopy Street. But only the commercial council Slunitschko. (Today, there is no doubt that Prague was indeed founded by Oriental merchants, as the legend says.) Mr Slunitschko likes to stand outside the Waldek & Wagner shop, which sells rubber goods and utensils, and his face often has that gleam that has always characterised great merchants: Marco Polo, Fugger, Li-hung-cang. He likes to stand there — it is in the middle between two banks, Česká zemská banka and Úvěrní ústav, and that always makes a good impression. Besides, he always dresses in black. It is Mr Feldeck von Howiessi. A sharp mind. His breast pocket is bulging. He has stearin candles in it. He takes them out of his carriage lanterns every time so that they won't be stolen. We turn around: Ah! The harmless Mrs Kokerhelová, the doctor's wife, is walking past us. Clack, clack, clack.
  • He makes a very bold impression, and there is nothing strange about that, because one of his ancestors bravely made his way to the late Hermann Cherusko so as not to miss out on the oak trade in the Teutoburg Forest. Mr Hehler was recently decorated again — from Armenia, along with hairdresser Schicketanz and diurnist Oberkneifer from Mariánské Lázně, but certainly not for his fearlessness or unique ability to interpret concepts of honour in the sense of Kabbalah, but apparently for his merits he earned in Armenia and neighbouring countries when he was still an unbaptised assistant in the chicory industry. ‘My Karla, she's a lady,’ he likes to sing in the evening over a glass of wine, because he loves the English language — Governor Gedalje Hehler. But now, gracious reader, follow me willingly to the Continental Café, which is just across the street and is the heart of the German part of Prague.
  • Imituje žhavý pohled, vítězně, jako kdyby vynalezla nějakou novou neřest. A tamhle zastavuje vůz. Jaký nádherný landauer! Podívejme se! Manželka milionáře Kostertsche v něm sedí a holými prsty pojídá ze své pompadúrky studenou čočku. V rozpacích na ni volá dcera, která jde právě kolem: „Ale mamá, copak to jíš?!“ Jenže na starou dámu to neplatí. Nu, a kdopak je tohle? — Že by se už vrátil z Vídně? — Ach, namoutě: Přijel hejtman Aaron Gedalje Hehler od 202. pěšího regimentu. — Samozřejmě z písařského oddělení. Kdo by ho neznal! Váha pětačtyřicet kilo, balmachome v lehké váze par excellence.
  • Вона імітує запальний погляд, тріумфально, ніби винайшла якийсь новий порок. І тут зупиняється карета. Яка прекрасна ландо! Давайте подивимося! The wife of the millionaire Kostertsche is sitting in it, eating cold lentils from her pompadour with her bare fingers. Her daughter, who is just passing by, calls out to her in embarrassment: ‘But Mama, what are you eating?!’ Але це не діє на стару даму. Ну, а хто це? — Може, він уже повернувся з Відня? — О, Боже мій: це капітан Аарон Гедальє Гелер із 202-го піхотного полку. — З адміністративного відділу, звичайно. Хто його не знає! Важить сорок п'ять кілограмів, він — легковаговик par excellence.
  • he makes a very bold impression, and there is nothing strange about that, because one of his ancestors bravely made his way to the late hermann cherusko so as not to miss out on the oak trade in the teutoburg forest. mr hehler was recently decorated again — from armenia, along with hairdresser schicketanz and diurnist oberkneifer from mariánské lázně, but certainly not for his fearlessness or unique ability to interpret concepts of honour in the sense of kabbalah, but apparently for his merits he earned in armenia and neighbouring countries when he was still an unbaptised assistant in the chicory industry. ‘my karla, she’s a lady,’ he likes to sing in the evening over a glass of wine, because he loves the english language — governor gedalje hehler. but now, gracious reader, follow me willingly to the continental café, which is just across the street and is the heart of the german part of prague.
  • He makes a very bold impression, and there is nothing strange about that, because one of his ancestors bravely made his way to the late Hermann Cherusko so as not to miss out on the oak trade in the Teutoburg Forest. Mr Hehler was recently decorated again — from Armenia, along with hairdresser Schicketanz and diurnist Oberkneifer from Mariánské Lázně, but certainly not for his fearlessness or unique ability to interpret concepts of honour in the sense of Kabbalah, but apparently for his merits he earned in Armenia and neighbouring countries when he was still an unbaptised assistant in the chicory industry. ‘My Karla, she's a lady,’ he likes to sing in the evening over a glass of wine, because he loves the English language — Governor Gedalje Hehler. But now, gracious reader, follow me willingly to the Continental Café, which is just across the street and is the heart of the German part of Prague.
  • Působí nejvýš opovážlivým dojmem, a není na tom nic divného, neboť jeden z jeho předků pronikl odvážně až k nebožtíkovi Hermannu Cheruskovi, aby si nenechal ujít duběnkový obchod v Teutoburském lese. Teprve nedávno byl zase dekorován, ten pan Hehler — z Arménie, zároveň s kadeřníkem Schicketanzem a s diurnistou Oberkneiferem z Mariánskách Lázní, ale určitě ne pro svou nebojácnost nebo jedinečnou schopnost vykládat pojmy cti ve smyslu kabaly, nýbrž zřejmě pro zásluhy, které si získal o Arménii a přilehlé země v dobách, kdy byl ještě nekřtěným příručím v cikorkové branži. „Moje Karla, to je lejdy,“ prozpěvuje si rád večer při víně, neboť miluje anglickou řeč — hejtman Gedalje Hehler. Ale teď, blahosklonný čtenáři, sleduj mě ochotně do kavárny Continental, je zrovna naproti a je srdcem německé části Prahy.
  • He makes a very bold impression, and there is nothing strange about that, because one of his ancestors bravely made his way to the late Hermann Cherusko so as not to miss out on the oak trade in the Teutoburg Forest. Mr Hehler was recently decorated again — from Armenia, along with hairdresser Schicketanz and diurnist Oberkneifer from Mariánské Lázně, but certainly not for his fearlessness or unique ability to interpret concepts of honour in the sense of Kabbalah, but apparently for his merits he earned in Armenia and neighbouring countries when he was still an unbaptised assistant in the chicory industry. ‘My Karla, she's a lady,’ he likes to sing in the evening over a glass of wine, because he loves the English language — Governor Gedalje Hehler. But now, gracious reader, follow me willingly to the Continental Café, which is just across the street and is the heart of the German part of Prague.
  • Sie imitiert einen heißen Blick, triumphierend, als hätte sie eine neue Lasterhaftigkeit erfunden. Und dort hält ein Wagen. Was für ein prächtiger Landauer! Schauen wir mal! Die Frau des Millionärs Kostertsche sitzt darin und isst mit bloßen Fingern kalte Linsen aus ihrer Pompadourhaube. Verlegen ruft ihre Tochter, die gerade vorbeikommt, ihr zu: „Aber Mama, was isst du denn da?!“ Aber das beeindruckt die alte Dame nicht. Nun, und wer ist das? – Ist er schon aus Wien zurück? – Ach, meine Güte: Es ist Oberst Aaron Gedalje Hehler vom 202. Infanterieregiment. – Natürlich aus der Schreibabteilung. Wer würde ihn nicht kennen! Er wiegt fünfundvierzig Kilo, ein Leichtgewicht par excellence.
  • Elle imite un regard fougueux, triomphante, comme si elle venait d'inventer un nouveau vice. Et là, une calèche s'arrête. Quel magnifique landau ! Allons voir ! La femme du millionnaire Kostertsche est assise dedans, mangeant des lentilles froides avec ses doigts nus. Sa fille, qui passe par là, lui crie, embarrassée : « Mais maman, qu'est-ce que tu manges ?! » Mais cela n'a aucun effet sur la vieille dame. Mais qui est-ce ? — Serait-il déjà de retour de Vienne ? — Oh, mon Dieu : c'est le capitaine Aaron Gedalje Hehler du 202e régiment d'infanterie. — Du service administratif, bien sûr. Qui ne le connaîtrait pas ! Pesant quarante-cinq kilos, c'est un poids plume par excellence.
  • Salmon appears on the table — with potatoes. They want to dig in. No way! The salmon is raw. It hasn't even been gutted. So they eat the potatoes. Of course, the salmon hasn't been cooked on purpose. It will be cooked tomorrow at noon. Something is squeaking again; the house terrier has crawled under the sideboard and is gnawing on a crayfish. So it wasn't a paperweight after all.
  • He makes a very bold impression, and there is nothing strange about that, because one of his ancestors bravely made his way to the late Hermann Cherusko so as not to miss out on the oak trade in the Teutoburg Forest. Mr Hehler was recently decorated again — from Armenia, along with hairdresser Schicketanz and diurnist Oberkneifer from Mariánské Lázně, but certainly not for his fearlessness or unique ability to interpret concepts of honour in the sense of Kabbalah, but apparently for his merits he earned in Armenia and neighbouring countries when he was still an unbaptised assistant in the chicory industry. ‘My Karla, she's a lady,’ he likes to sing in the evening over a glass of wine, because he loves the English language — Governor Gedalje Hehler. But now, gracious reader, follow me willingly to the Continental Café, which is just across the street and is the heart of the German part of Prague.
  • Dcera domu je nalakována bíle. Konečně se prostírá. Raci na míse, malí, jako kámen tvrdí ráčkové — neboť je vysoké datum. Ale uprostřed (samozřejmě mísy) leží humr. Píchne se do něho, zapraská to; humr je atrapa. Tedy do raků! Pro každého hosta je tu jeden. Najednou to zaskřípe — jednomu pánovi sklouzl nůž a talíř se málem rozbil. A jeho rak přeletěl přes stůl až pod bufet. Ostatní hosté ztratí odvahu, do svých raků se nepustí a jídlo je odneseno. Ozývají se hlasy, že ten nebo onen z raků byl určitě těžítko. Na stole se objeví losos — s bramborami. Chtějí do něho píchnout. Vyloučeno! Losos je syrový. Dokonce nevykuchaný. So they eat the potatoes. Of course, the salmon hasn't been cooked on purpose. It will be cooked tomorrow at noon. Something is squeaking again; the house terrier has crawled under the sideboard and is gnawing on a crayfish. So it wasn't a paperweight after all. Next course: — — — gingerbread hearts. Yes, gingerbread hearts! And then comes dessert: the two maids bring a child's coffin on a tray. All around it are ice cream in egg cups. But unfortunately, the coffin is empty. Then he is supposed to sing again — — hoo — hoo — but Mr. Richtov finds this silly, so he goes to the kitchen and sends the maids to the pub to bring back a hundred hot sausages and twenty litres of beer on his account.
  • Only rarely do the English or French know where Prague is located — for, as it says in the Bible, they chose the better side. In Czech, this metropolis is called Prr - aha. And not without reason. The Blatava River, which originates in southern Bohemia and eventually flows into the Elbe, wisely flows through the city as quickly as possible. To the simple-minded foreigner, it appears as mighty as the Mississippi at first glance, but it is only four millimetres deep and full of leeches. Nicméně v březnu, když vlahý vítr přivěje oblevu, podaří se jí vzedmout, a pak pravidelně poskytuje proslulému artileristovi, který pobývá na Hradčanech a ve dne v noci střeží město před Prušáky, vítanou záminku ke střelbě z děla. Samozřejmě jsou to jen výstřely na výstrahu. Ale když bylo v novější době povoleno střílet také každé poledne, padl tím poslední závažný důvod, aby se regulace Blatavy dále odkládala. Ještě pár měsíců, a bude možno opustit Prahu dokonce po lodi! Přes Blatavu vede šest mostů, mezi nimi staroslavný kamenný most, při jehož stavbě se používalo, jak známo, co pojícího prostředku bílku. Či se sad mýlím? — Pak to byla běloba.
  • Imituje žhavý pohled, vítězně, jako kdyby vynalezla nějakou novou neřest. A tamhle zastavuje vůz. Jaký nádherný landauer! Podívejme se! Manželka milionáře Kostertsche v něm sedí a holými prsty pojídá ze své pompadúrky studenou čočku. Verlegen ruft ihre Tochter, die gerade vorbeikommt, ihr zu: „Aber Mama, was isst du denn da?!“ Aber das beeindruckt die alte Dame nicht. Nun, und wer ist das? – Ist er schon aus Wien zurück? – Ach, meine Güte: Es ist Oberst Aaron Gedalje Hehler vom 202. Infanterieregiment. – Natürlich aus der Schreibabteilung. Wer würde ihn nicht kennen! Er wiegt fünfundvierzig Kilo, ein Leichtgewicht par excellence.
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  • Salmon appears on the table — with potatoes. They want to dig in. No way! The salmon is raw. It hasn't even been gutted. So they eat the potatoes. Of course, the salmon hasn't been cooked on purpose. It will be cooked tomorrow at noon. Something is squeaking again; the house terrier has crawled under the sideboard and is gnawing on a crayfish. So it wasn't a paperweight after all.
  • Jeho jméno jsem zapomněl, prý provádí nárazové obchody, říká se. Asi to znamená, že obchoduje se vším, na co narazí. Malá očka, tenký varhánkovitý krk a ohromný kondoří zoban — hrůza na něho pohledět; ví bůh, že by se nikdo nepodivil, kdyby zčistajasna sáhl do brašny, vytáhl hromadu střev a s chraplavým supím křikem je polykal. A teď najednou všecko povstává a přeuctivě zdraví!? Právě vystoupil důstojně vypadající pán, v knoflíkové dírce malou stužku, a blahosklonně děkuje na všechny strany. Dříve býval důstojníkem. Teď je falešným svědkem z povolání. Proto ta všeobecná oblíbenost.
  • Na Příkopech je také sluníčko. Ovšem jen komerční rada Slunitschko. (Dnes už vůbec není nejmenší pochybnosti, že Prahu skutečně založili orientální kupci, jak praví pověst.) Pan Slunitschko rád postává u krámu firmy Waldek & Wagner, gumové zboží a uterusilie, a na jeho tváři bývá onen odlesk, kterým se odjakživa vyznačovali velcí obchodníci: Marco Polo, Fugger, Li-hung-cang. Rád tam postává — je to uprostřed mezi dvěma bankami, Českou zemskou bankou a Úvěrním ústavem, a to dělá vždycky dobrý dojem. Mimoto chodí stále oblečen černě. Je to pan Feldeck von Howiessi. Bytrá hlava. Náprsní taška naditá. Má v ní stearínové svíčky. Vyndává je pokaždé z luceren své ekvipáže, aby je koží neukradl. Otočíme se: Ach! To šla kolem nás neškodná ženuška, paní doktorová Kokerhelová. Klap, klap, klap.
  • There is also sunshine on Příkopy Street. But only the commercial council Slunitschko. (Today, there is no doubt that Prague was indeed founded by Oriental merchants, as the legend says.) Mr Slunitschko likes to stand outside the Waldek & Wagner shop, which sells rubber goods and utensils, and his face often has that gleam that has always characterised great merchants: Marco Polo, Fugger, Li-hung-cang. He likes to stand there — it is in the middle between two banks, Česká zemská banka and Úvěrní ústav, and that always makes a good impression. Besides, he always dresses in black. It is Mr Feldeck von Howiessi. A sharp mind. His breast pocket is bulging. He has stearin candles in it. He takes them out of his carriage lanterns every time so that they won't be stolen. We turn around: Ah! The harmless Mrs Kokerhelová, the doctor's wife, is walking past us. Clack, clack, clack.
  • Вона імітує запальний погляд, тріумфально, ніби винайшла якийсь новий порок. І тут зупиняється карета. Яка прекрасна ландо! Давайте подивимося! The wife of the millionaire Kostertsche is sitting in it, eating cold lentils from her pompadour with her bare fingers. Her daughter, who is just passing by, calls out to her in embarrassment: ‘But Mama, what are you eating?!’ Але це не діє на стару даму. Ну, а хто це? — Може, він уже повернувся з Відня? — О, Боже мій: це капітан Аарон Гедальє Гелер із 202-го піхотного полку. — З адміністративного відділу, звичайно. Хто його не знає! Важить сорок п'ять кілограмів, він — легковаговик par excellence.
  • SALMON APPEARS ON THE TABLE — WITH POTATOES. THEY WANT TO DIG IN. NO WAY! THE SALMON IS RAW. IT HASN'T EVEN BEEN GUTTED. SO THEY EAT THE POTATOES. OF COURSE, THE SALMON HASN'T BEEN COOKED ON PURPOSE. IT WILL BE COOKED TOMORROW AT NOON. SOMETHING IS SQUEAKING AGAIN; THE HOUSE TERRIER HAS CRAWLED UNDER THE SIDEBOARD AND IS GNAWING ON A CRAYFISH. SO IT WASN'T A PAPERWEIGHT AFTER ALL.
  • During the Thirty Years' War, the Swedes wanted to use it to penetrate from Malá Strana into the city, but in the end they were afraid. Prague is supposedly divided into several parts, but that is just an empty promise. It is easy to reach from the south, east and north, but in the west, the Czech Western Railway successfully prevents this. Ale kdo si přesto postaví hlavu, může docela dobře dojít z Železné Rudy pěšky. Božínku, vždyť ty cesty přece nejsou tak špatné. Ostatně ať se stará každý sám, když už se jednou rozhodne podívat se do Prahy. „Spolek pro povznesení cizineckého ruchu" na Ferdinandově třídě naproti Platejzu, šikmo proti kadeřníku Gürtlerovi, jedenáctý dům od severu, numero conscriptionis 78144781189 b, poskytne na všechny dotazy co nejochotněji odpověď. Samozřejmě v řeči české.
  • Elle imite un regard fougueux, triomphante, comme si elle venait d'inventer un nouveau vice. Et là, une calèche s'arrête. Quel magnifique landau ! Allons voir ! La femme du millionnaire Kostertsche est assise dedans, mangeant des lentilles froides avec ses doigts nus. Sa fille, qui passe par là, lui crie, embarrassée : « Mais maman, qu'est-ce que tu manges ?! » Mais cela n'a aucun effet sur la vieille dame. Mais qui est-ce ? — Serait-il déjà de retour de Vienne ? — Oh, mon Dieu : c'est le capitaine Aaron Gedalje Hehler du 202e régiment d'infanterie. — Du service administratif, bien sûr. Qui ne le connaîtrait pas ! Pesant quarante-cinq kilos, c'est un poids plume par excellence.
  • Dcera domu je nalakována bíle. Konečně se prostírá. Raci na míse, malí, jako kámen tvrdí ráčkové — neboť je vysoké datum. Ale uprostřed (samozřejmě mísy) leží humr. Píchne se do něho, zapraská to; humr je atrapa. Tedy do raků! Pro každého hosta je tu jeden. Najednou to zaskřípe — jednomu pánovi sklouzl nůž a talíř se málem rozbil. A jeho rak přeletěl přes stůl až pod bufet. Ostatní hosté ztratí odvahu, do svých raků se nepustí a jídlo je odneseno. Ozývají se hlasy, že ten nebo onen z raků byl určitě těžítko. Na stole se objeví losos — s bramborami. Chtějí do něho píchnout. Vyloučeno! Losos je syrový. Dokonce nevykuchaný. So they eat the potatoes. Of course, the salmon hasn't been cooked on purpose. It will be cooked tomorrow at noon. Something is squeaking again; the house terrier has crawled under the sideboard and is gnawing on a crayfish. So it wasn't a paperweight after all. Next course: — — — gingerbread hearts. Yes, gingerbread hearts! And then comes dessert: the two maids bring a child's coffin on a tray. All around it are ice cream in egg cups. But unfortunately, the coffin is empty. Then he is supposed to sing again — — hoo — hoo — but Mr. Richtov finds this silly, so he goes to the kitchen and sends the maids to the pub to bring back a hundred hot sausages and twenty litres of beer on his account.
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  • There is also sunshine on Příkopy Street. But only the commercial council Slunitschko. (Today, there is no doubt that Prague was indeed founded by Oriental merchants, as the legend says.) Mr Slunitschko likes to stand outside the Waldek & Wagner shop, which sells rubber goods and utensils, and his face often has that gleam that has always characterised great merchants: Marco Polo, Fugger, Li-hung-cang. Rád tam postává — je to uprostřed mezi dvěma bankami, Českou zemskou bankou a Úvěrním ústavem, a to dělá vždycky dobrý dojem. Mimoto chodí stále oblečen černě. Je to pan Feldeck von Howiessi. Bystrá hlava. Náprsní taška naditá. Má v ní stearínové svíčky. Vyndává je pokaždé z luceren své ekvipáže, aby je koží neukradl. Otočíme se: Ach! To šla kolem nás neškodná ženuška, paní doktorová Kokerhelová. Klap, klap, klap.
  • SALMON APPEARS ON THE TABLE – WITH POTATOES. THEY WANT TO DIG IN. NO WAY! The salmon is raw. It hasn't even been gutted. So they eat the potatoes. Of course, the salmon hasn't been cooked on purpose. It will be cooked tomorrow at noon. Something is squeaking again; the house terrier has crawled under the sideboard and is gnawing on a crayfish. So it wasn't a paperweight after all.
  • He makes a very bold impression, and there is nothing strange about that, because one of his ancestors bravely made his way to the late Hermann Cherusko so as not to miss out on the oak trade in the Teutoburg Forest. Mr Hehler was recently decorated again — from Armenia, along with hairdresser Schicketanz and diurnist Oberkneifer from Mariánské Lázně, but certainly not for his fearlessness or unique ability to interpret concepts of honour in the sense of Kabbalah, but apparently for his merits he earned in Armenia and neighbouring countries when he was still an unbaptised assistant in the chicory industry. ‘My Karla, she's a lady,’ he likes to sing in the evening over a glass of wine, because he loves the English language — Governor Gedalje Hehler. But now, gracious reader, follow me willingly to the Continental Café, which is just across the street and is the heart of the German part of Prague.
  • There is also sunshine on Příkopy Street. But only the commercial council Slunitschko. (Today, there is no doubt that Prague was indeed founded by Oriental merchants, as the legend says.) Mr Slunitschko likes to stand outside the Waldek & Wagner shop, which sells rubber goods and utensils, and his face often has that gleam that has always characterised great merchants: Marco Polo, Fugger, Li-hung-cang. Rád tam postává — je to uprostřed mezi dvěma bankami, Českou zemskou bankou a Úvěrním ústavem, a to dělá vždycky dobrý dojem. Mimoto chodí stále oblečen černě. Je to pan Feldeck von Howiessi. Bystrá hlava. Náprsní taška naditá. Má v ní stearínové svíčky. Vyndává je pokaždé z luceren své ekvipáže, aby je koží neukradl. Otočíme se: Ach! To šla kolem nás neškodná ženuška, paní doktorová Kokerhelová. Klap, klap, klap.
  • Imituje žhavý pohled, vítězně, jako kdyby vynalezla nějakou novou neřest. A tamhle zastavuje vůz. Jaký nádherný landauer! Podívejme se! Manželka milionáře Kostertsche v něm sedí a holými prsty pojídá ze své pompadúrky studenou čočku. V rozpacích na ni volá dcera, která jde právě kolem: „Ale mamá, copak to jíš?!“ Jenže na starou dámu to neplatí. Nu, a kdopak je tohle? — Že by se už vrátil z Vídně? — Ach, namoutě: Přijel hejtman Aaron Gedalje Hehler od 202. pěšího regimentu. — Samozřejmě z písařského oddělení. Kdo by ho neznal! Váha pětačtyřicet kilo, balmachome v lehké váze par excellence.
  • He makes a very bold impression, and there is nothing strange about that, because one of his ancestors bravely made his way to the late Hermann Cherusko so as not to miss out on the oak trade in the Teutoburg Forest. Mr Hehler was recently decorated again — from Armenia, along with hairdresser Schicketanz and diurnist Oberkneifer from Mariánské Lázně, but certainly not for his fearlessness or unique ability to interpret concepts of honour in the sense of Kabbalah, but apparently for his merits he earned in Armenia and neighbouring countries when he was still an unbaptised assistant in the chicory industry. ‘My Karla, she's a lady,’ he likes to sing in the evening over a glass of wine, because he loves the English language — Governor Gedalje Hehler. But now, gracious reader, follow me willingly to the Continental Café, which is just across the street and is the heart of the German part of Prague.
  • During the Thirty Years' War, the Swedes wanted to use it to penetrate from Malá Strana into the city, but in the end they were afraid. Prague is supposedly divided into several parts, but that is just an empty promise. It is easy to reach from the south, east and north, but in the west, the Czech Western Railway successfully prevents this. But if you are determined, you can easily walk from Železná Ruda. Goodness, the roads aren't that bad. Anyway, everyone has to take care of themselves once they decide to visit Prague. The ‘Association for the Promotion of Foreign Tourism’ on Ferdinandova Street opposite Platejz, diagonally opposite the Gürtler hairdresser's, the eleventh house from the north, numero conscriptionis 78144781189 b, will be happy to answer any questions. In Czech, of course.
  • She imitates a fiery gaze, triumphantly, as if she had invented some new vice. And there a carriage stops. What a beautiful landau! Let's take a look! The wife of the millionaire Kostertsche is sitting in it, eating cold lentils from her pompadour with her bare fingers. Her daughter, who is just passing by, calls out to her in embarrassment: ‘But Mama, what are you eating?!’ But that doesn't work on the old lady. Well, who's this? — Could he be back from Vienna already? — Oh, my goodness: it's Captain Aaron Gedalje Hehler from the 202nd Infantry Regiment. — From the clerical department, of course. Who wouldn't know him! Weighing forty-five kilos, he is a lightweight par excellence.
  • Na Příkopech je také sluníčko. Ovšem jen komerční rada Slunitschko. (Dnes už vůbec není nejmenší pochybnosti, že Prahu skutečně založili orientální kupci, jak praví pověst.) Pan Slunitschko rád postává u krámu firmy Waldek & Wagner, gumové zboží a uterusilie, a na jeho tváři bývá onen odlesk, kterým se odjakživa vyznačovali velcí obchodníci: Marco Polo, Fugger, Li-hung-cang. Rád tam postává — je to uprostřed mezi dvěma bankami, Českou zemskou bankou a Úvěrním ústavem, a to dělá vždycky dobrý dojem. Mimoto chodí stále oblečen černě. Je to pan Feldeck von Howiessi. Bytrá hlava. Náprsní taška naditá. Má v ní stearínové svíčky. Vyndává je pokaždé z luceren své ekvipáže, aby je koží neukradl. Otočíme se: Ach! To šla kolem nás neškodná ženuška, paní doktorová Kokerhelová. Klap, klap, klap.
  • The Serbs are having a soirée. ‘Hoo-hoo-hoo,’ they sing and play the piano. It's already quarter to eleven, and they're still singing — hoo-hoo-hoo. Mr Richtov's stomach is rumbling. The daughter of the house is painted white. Finally, the table is set. Crayfish on a platter, small, hard as stone — for it is a special occasion. But in the middle (of the platter, of course) lies a lobster. They stab it, it cracks; the lobster is a fake. So, on to the crayfish! There is one for each guest. Suddenly there is a screech — one gentleman's knife slips and the plate almost breaks. And his crayfish flies across the table and under the buffet. The other guests lose their courage, do not touch their crayfish, and the food is taken away. Voices are heard saying that one or the other of the crayfish was definitely a paperweight. Salmon appears on the table — with potatoes. They want to dig in. No way! The salmon is raw. It hasn't even been gutted. So they eat the potatoes. Of course, the salmon hasn't been cooked on purpose. It will be cooked tomorrow at noon.
  • Only rarely do the English or French know where Prague is located — for, as it says in the Bible, they chose the better side. In Czech, this metropolis is called Prr - aha. And not without reason. The Blatava River, which originates in southern Bohemia and eventually flows into the Elbe, wisely flows through the city as quickly as possible. To the simple-minded foreigner, it appears as mighty as the Mississippi at first glance, but it is only four millimetres deep and full of leeches. Nevertheless, in March, when a warm wind brings a thaw, it manages to rise, and then regularly provides the famous artilleryman, who resides in Hradčany and guards the city day and night against the Prussians, with a welcome excuse to fire his cannon. Of course, these are only warning shots. But when, in more recent times, it was also permitted to fire every noon, the last serious reason for further postponing the regulation of the Blatava fell away. In a few more months, it will even be possible to leave Prague by boat! There are six bridges across the Blatava, including the ancient stone bridge, which, as is well known, was built using egg white as a binding agent. Or am I mistaken? — Then it was whitewash.
  • My God, what is this. There are three winged Assyrian bulls sitting at one table! With long, black, square beards and burning eyes — and they stare at the place where a breast pocket is worn. But they are only Mr Eisenkas from Long Street, Mr Jeittinger and Dr Paschory, a specialist in incurable diseases, and their appearance loses much of its terror as soon as they stand up, for they have crooked trousers and peaceful flat feet. And in the corner of the regulars, a gentleman sits day after day, who may not be a gentleman at all, but a condor. He is always à quatre épingles, but he is still a predator. Would you like to bet? I have forgotten his name, but they say he does spot trading. I guess that means he trades in whatever he comes across. Small eyes, a thin, wrinkled neck and a huge condor's beak — he is terrifying to look at; God knows that no one would be surprised if he suddenly reached into his bag, pulled out a pile of intestines and swallowed them with a hoarse vulture's cry.
  • The Serbs are having a soirée. ‘Hoo-hoo-hoo,’ they sing and play the piano. It's already quarter to eleven, and they're still singing — hoo-hoo-hoo. Mr Richtov's stomach is rumbling. The daughter of the house is painted white. Finally, the table is set. Crayfish on a platter, small, hard as stone — for it is a special occasion. But in the middle (of the platter, of course) lies a lobster. They stab it, it cracks; the lobster is a fake. So, on to the crayfish! There is one for each guest. Suddenly there is a screech — one gentleman's knife slips and the plate almost breaks. And his crayfish flies across the table and under the buffet. The other guests lose their courage, do not touch their crayfish, and the food is taken away. Voices are heard saying that one or the other of the crayfish was definitely a paperweight. Salmon appears on the table — with potatoes. They want to dig in. No way! The salmon is raw. It hasn't even been gutted. So they eat the potatoes. Of course, the salmon hasn't been cooked on purpose. It will be cooked tomorrow at noon. Something is squeaking again; the house terrier has crawled under the sideboard and is gnawing on a crayfish. So it wasn't a paperweight after all. Next course: — — — gingerbread hearts. Yes, gingerbread hearts!
  • Jeho jméno jsem zapomněl, prý provádí nárazové obchody, říká se. Asi to znamená, že obchoduje se vším, na co narazí. Malá očka, tenký varhánkovitý krk a ohromný kondoří zoban — hrůza na něho pohledět; ví bůh, že by se nikdo nepodivil, kdyby zčistajasna sáhl do brašny, vytáhl hromadu střev a s chraplavým supím křikem je polykal. A teď najednou všecko povstává a přeuctivě zdraví!? Právě vystoupil důstojně vypadající pán, v knoflíkové dírce malou stužku, a blahosklonně děkuje na všechny strany. Dříve býval důstojníkem. Teď je falešným svědkem z povolání. Proto ta všeobecná oblíbenost.
  • Imituje žhavý pohled, vítězně, jako kdyby vynalezla nějakou novou neřest. A tamhle zastavuje vůz. Jaký nádherný landauer! Podívejme se! Manželka milionáře Kostertsche v něm sedí a holými prsty pojídá ze své pompadúrky studenou čočku. V rozpacích na ni volá dcera, která jde právě kolem: „Ale mamá, copak to jíš?!“ Jenže na starou dámu to neplatí. Nu, a kdopak je tohle? — Že by se už vrátil z Vídně? — Ach, namoutě: Přijel hejtman Aaron Gedalje Hehler od 202. pěšího regimentu. — Samozřejmě z písařského oddělení. Kdo by ho neznal! Váha pětačtyřicet kilo, balmachome v lehké váze par excellence.
  • He makes a very bold impression, and there is nothing strange about that, because one of his ancestors bravely made his way to the late Hermann Cherusko so as not to miss out on the oak trade in the Teutoburg Forest. Mr Hehler was recently decorated again — from Armenia, along with hairdresser Schicketanz and diurnist Oberkneifer from Mariánské Lázně, but certainly not for his fearlessness or unique ability to interpret concepts of honour in the sense of Kabbalah, but apparently for his merits he earned in Armenia and neighbouring countries when he was still an unbaptised assistant in the chicory industry. ‘My Karla, she's a lady,’ he likes to sing in the evening over a glass of wine, because he loves the English language — Governor Gedalje Hehler. But now, gracious reader, follow me willingly to the Continental Café, which is just across the street and is the heart of the German part of Prague.
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  • Salmon appears on the table — with potatoes. They want to dig in. No way! The salmon is raw. It hasn't even been gutted. So they eat the potatoes. Of course, the salmon hasn't been cooked on purpose. It will be cooked tomorrow at noon. Something is squeaking again; the house terrier has crawled under the sideboard and is gnawing on a crayfish. So it wasn't a paperweight after all.