This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1882 Excerpt: ..."In that case you are not a true Bohemian," cried Honza; and he went away in a rage. "Not a Bohemian?" said the consciousness of Moritz, who was indignant at such an idea; and for several days he worried himself and quarrelled with Honza because the latter did not regard him as a true Bohemian. He felt cruelly insulted ...
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1882 Excerpt: ..."In that case you are not a true Bohemian," cried Honza; and he went away in a rage. "Not a Bohemian?" said the consciousness of Moritz, who was indignant at such an idea; and for several days he worried himself and quarrelled with Honza because the latter did not regard him as a true Bohemian. He felt cruelly insulted. In school, for the rest, the history of their own country was seldom touched upon. Consequently the two young men knew very little about the land which had given them birth. During their second year of study, and before they could understand the power of that breath which stirs the leaves of humanity, they had been taught the history of Bohemia concurrently with that of the other hereditary states. The professor then said a great deal about St. John Nepomucene, but the other John, that is to say, John Huss, was merely an audacious fellow who revolted against the Pope's infallibility. No pity was felt for the heretic when at Constance he had perished in the flames. The important point was that the chalice of the Hussites had been overthrown, and that a priest could once more administer the communion in the two kinds as before. Moritz and Honza thought like their professor. At the battle of the White Mountain they fought in the ranks of the imperialists against their own brethren; they saw with an indifferent eye the torn letters royal; and from this moment Bohemia ceased to exist--they let fall, again with their professor, the lid of its coffin. One day Honza, very pale and with distorted features, came to Moritz. He had for several days past been absent from his class. "Are you ill, Honza?" asked Moritz in alarm. "Read that," he replied, throwing violently on the table a large book which he had brought...
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