My name is Jan \u0160embera from Boskovice and I was one of the biggest rich men in Moravia. If you don't believe me, come and see my castle in Bu\u010dovice. The splendour of it will make your eyes glaze over and you'll still remember me.<\/p>\n
In the second half of the 16th century, the whole country knew me. I didn't get into too many fights with anybody. I stomped all my enemies into the ground. When I was insulted by a drunken lord, Sigismund Prak\u0161ick\u00fd of Z\u00e1st\u0159\u00edzl, I stabbed him with a sword, as he deserved. And so I dealt with everyone. Only one thing troubled me. Instead of a son, I had only two daughters. That wouldn't have mattered, but what was worse was that my stupid ancestors had pledged that if there were no male descendants in our line, all the property would go to the Minorites of Brno. That would be so cool!<\/p>\n
I had the abbot summoned, saying that I wanted to add something to the old lists. The stupid monk actually came and lent me the papers. I threw them into the fireplace before his eyes. There you go! Curse me all you want!<\/p>\n
As I let my soul out, the devil came for me. Stinking bitch. He came for me in a carriage. Well, maybe we can work something out. So I got in and we went.<\/p>\n
But instead of arguing, he prepared a terrible punishment for me in hell. The devil turned me into a fiery horse, and every night at midnight sharp I had to ride him through the streets of the city.<\/p>\n
Hyah, hyah, come on, Sembero! Chacha! When he got too big, he tore off my bridle and I had to take him to Ob\u0159any, where we fell into the ground. And so I gallop through the streets of Brno with that monster on my back every night until someone rescues me. Come on! What are you waiting for?!<\/p>","protected":false},"featured_media":0,"template":"","meta":{"_acf_changed":false,"inline_featured_image":false},"class_list":["post-6600","povesti","type-povesti","status-publish","hentry"],"acf":[],"yoast_head":"\n