Václav Říha, The Czechoslovak Review (1919)
“ The tailor brought out a slender cigarette, the shoemaker impatiently stirred about the potatoes in the live coals and angrily puffed at his small pipe. The blacksmith cleaned thoroughly his capacious meerschaum, filled and stuffed it, laid a live coal on the tobacco, and soon the smoke was ascending like a cloud to the pine tops. “Well, pals,” he said, “let us not sit like this; let us talk about something. It is too early to sleep. Every one knows some story and we can make the time pass pleasantly.” ”
