Boxer a smrt Page #4

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My school, Commander.

lt will drive my aunt crazy!

Why didn't you punch me

when you could?

You were... out of the ring.

You deceived me three times

setting aside.

You won't succeed again.

You gave him time in the clinch.

Third round!

One, two, three...

eight, nine, ten.

You won, Commander!

You were quite good already but

the last punch was not good.

l know what it was like.

May l examine the convict?

Give him back in good order!

We have another match

in three days.

Of course!

Shall we bet three rounds, madam?

Your aunt again?

Attention! Take off your caps!

Stop!

When did you have a wash?

ln the morning.

Morning?

l can't see. Put the blouse off!

Nothing but dirt.

Have a bath!

Bath, l say!

You're still dirty!

Why didn't you kill him?

That would be very simple.

Seeing my arm, he might laugh like

a stupid villager seeing a camera.

What should we do?

Rehearse dying with the convicts

like in the stage?

When speaking about the theatre...

You've directed the operetta

with Komnek for three months.

The convicts will soon

send him flowers to the ring.

A nice speech, Holder.

There are conditions for that.

- Do you know what they think?

- No, l don't.

That one of them hits us back

here in the camp.

Jews, communists, all that mob

raise their eyes.

Do you think we are threatened?

l only see the change of mood.

Mood has not changed.

Mood has not changed.

Well, what happened?

- Kraft got it.

- No!

He doesn't use the peek a boo.

Did he lower the left hand?

l forgot everything.

lt is a perfect feeling not to be

frightened.

l hit his chin, he covered up

and l hit his stomach.

Did he go down?

l caught him in my arms.

But if l did two more steps...

lf l want l can beat him very fast.

That is not true!

lt is, everybody saw it.

But that is not true.

Remember, that is not true.

Kraft must forget your punch.

The commander mustn't lose.

l am better than he.

Your life is in stake.

l can't bear it any longer.

Shall l go to the gym like

to a slaughterhouse?

Well, what shall l do?

As is usual. You'll lose.

You'll stay in bed to ten,

think about the better world

and have a rest.

l know who told them that.

A girl...

- What did she tell you?

- Something about the spring.

lt was warm... some colours...

Rain...

storks...

a streamlet...

rocks...

lambs...

Easter...

the sky...

the family...

Can't he be helped?

ln the camp?

l shall see the doctor.

He won't refuse to help me.

Leave Gluch in peace!

Gluch in peace, Kraft too...

On, two, three...

eight, nine, ten.

The commander won!

Nothing will come of him!

Some people are useless

all their lives.

He has a nice gym, enough food,

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