In Prague, in front of the Carmelite monastery, there was the shop of Mr. Enom. He traded rabbits and other birds. This Mr. Enom began to take care of the daughter of the Bileq. Pano
Bilek did not like it, and he publicly stated in the tractory that if Mr. Enom came to ask his daughter's hand, he would so lower him from the stairs that the whole world would shake. Mr. Enom got drunk and went to Mr. Bilek, who met him in the front room with a large knife with which he cut books and which looked like a knife with which frogs open. Bileq stumbled upon Mr. Enom—what, mol, he needed here. Here, the sweetest Mr. Enom sparked so silently that the pendulum at the wall clock stopped. Mr. Bilek rushed, gave his hand to Mr. Enom and said, "Please, please enter, Mr. Enom; sit down, please, I hope you didn't put your pants in? I am not such a bad person. True, I wanted to throw you out, but now I see you are a very nice person and a great original. I have read many novels and stories, but in no book is written that the bridegroom should be presented in this way.

Switch is eternal.