In the mountains our throats become free. It's a wonder we don't break into song.
German is my mother tongue and as such more natural to me, but I consider Czech much more affectionate, which is why your letter removes several uncertainties; I see you more clearly, the movements of your body, your hands, so quick, so resolute, it's almost like a meeting.
Only our concept of time makes it possible for us to speak of the Day of Judgement by that name; in reality it is a constant court in perpetual session.
But now you must give me your hand, an agreement of this sort needs to be confirmed with a handshake. Will she shake hands with me?
What's happened to me,' he thought. It was no dream.
He was a tool of the boss, without brains or backbone.