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Kelcey Parker Ervick

  THE BITTER LIFE OF BOŽENA NĚMCOVÁ   (an excerpt)   The Bitter Life of Božena Němcová By Kelcey Parker...
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Josef Jedlicka

But who today can judge? Whose fault it is that we have forsaken each other? Who cast this spell on us that, sitting over a glass of beer, we read each other’s lips like the deaf for the lost words of fraternity and solidarity?

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Richard Weiner

It’s a table, and more than that it’s a hideout, an impregnable hideout. He’d be happy to see someone dare rise, approach, and address him: “Sir, I’ve had enough of you, get up, scram.”

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