Yeah, it's not what it used to be.<\/p>\n
Who remembers that the embankment running through Old Brno was, well, just as wide as the river. It's over today. And they say there was a waterman living in that embankment. Well, who would believe such nonsense.<\/p>\n
I used to have a little shack not far from there, and I used to sell eggs in it. Monday through Saturday. Day in and day out. And I knew almost everybody. Who, with whom, why and how. Especially the why. And how. Two or three times a week, a little man in a little green suit would drop by for a chat. An old man. He knew everybody, too, and his mouth was so big, he hardly let me speak. And that's something to say! Then he put a few eggs in his pockets and went on with his business.<\/p>\n
I think it was Wednesday then. Not Thursday, definitely Thursday. That's when the new batch from Kurim comes in. I look out of the shed and the little man is hurrying by. So I say. Good day, sir. Why are they in such a hurry? Nothing today? Aren't we going to do business? You won't even stop for a chat? And the little man just waves his hand and calls: \"Next time, madam, next time. Soon my baker's apprentice will fall into the embankment and I'll have to drown him. I'm running to make it. Goodbye, then.\" I shook my head, wondering what the man was talking about. But that's what people do sometimes.<\/p>\n
And as I'm scratching my head and looking up into the air, suddenly a woman named Bla\u017ekov\u00e1, she's like that, whatever, came running up and said: \"Do you know what's happened?\" And with my mouth open I listen to how just a moment ago a baker's apprentice on a bicycle went down into the Old Brno embankment and only a few rolls came out.<\/p>\n
I don't know. I haven't seen the doll since.<\/p>","protected":false},"featured_media":0,"template":"","meta":{"_acf_changed":false,"inline_featured_image":false},"class_list":["post-6984","povesti","type-povesti","status-publish","hentry"],"acf":[],"yoast_head":"\n