"No va Frielištofi ča. Sme hodili, kako je odpuodne žačievalo zvonit, tako krave ziet a pojt uru cesti past krave. Van, tamo. Tamo sme pasavali krave a kako je bilo pouv sedmej, tako sme zopet šli uru dom pieški. Dica sme hodili, tako tamo sme si opikali krumpira, ogan dielali. Se. Papi naš Uchytil je htil kuhat, bar ća je htiv zkuhat v lončići. Tako sme se kod dica bavili. Ale je to bilo veselo. Tako sme se kod dica si zišli, tako sme hodili simo tamo a sme krumpire piekli nebo tie klase opikali. Tako sme imali živuot. A kad sam šla va škuolu, kad sam hodila, tako nek sam šla v školu, tako sam morala puojt peljat kravu. Su krampfljali, tako sam morala puojt peljat kravu, pokramfljat je to htiv, a zopet honem dom a utikat va škuolu. Takov je biv naš život."
"Each day, when the bell was ringing for noon, we kids took the cows and walked for an hour to the pasture. At half past six we walked for an hour back again. It was fun at the pasture, we walked here and there, we were baking potatoes and corn. Our Pepi Uchytil was constantly cooking something in his pot, we had a lot of fun. When I went to school, each morning, before I went there, I had to graze the cows. Then I had to quickly run home and then finally to school. That was the life we had."
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