Některé kapitoly jsou….přepsány, ale aby se zachoval původní význam, bylo nutné ponechat některé scény, byť jsou přestřeleny, zbytečně násilné …o to právě šlo.
Nahráno napopáté.
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And I held astronaut Peters by the hand.
Lubomir Tomik
Chapter Thirty-Five.
Commissioner Sullivan has a feeling.
-Can I ask you for a drink, Commissioner? ”Gejk asked cheekily.
-I don’t have a thought to drink today. I have a difficult decision to make… and I should keep a clear mind. It’s a shame what’s going on here.-
-And please, what is this?
A carriage pulled past them, pulled by a tired horse, tossing its cropped tail and clicking its horseshoes over its cat’s heads.
The team disappeared into the unreal.
Gejka immediately remembered a similar case, a true event from his childhood. At that time, a little girl found a large seashell on the beach, which glistened with mother-of-pearl, and because the little girl thought it made a sound, she put it to her ear. She suddenly forgot everything. The seashell sang and sang, the little girl forgot her mother and dad, the seashell sang and sang, the little girl forgot her sister and brother, and the seashell kept singing and sang, so the little girl took her dad’s revolver and covered her head. Dad was a White Guard. The taiga was nearby.
Commissioner Sullivan pulled out a notebook and wanted to write down Gejk’s story.
Suddenly, with his mental vision, he saw tremors running on the musty, dark ground above them. Oh, his rocky eyes. Something was happening.
The feeling surrounded him on all sides.
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End of chapter thirty-five.
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Vložil jsem doprovodný obrázek…. nepřipomíná ta mušle náhodou ústí revolveru ? A karta Crowleyho Tarotu na publikaci je….and its REAL.
Pořád ….
Midian Poet 