The Golden Trumpet [antikvár]

Once upon a time, not so long ago, and not so very far from here, there Uved a small boy in a village. His greatest joy was to go into the fields or the forest and listen to the bird songs or to spy on the fawns and squirrels. He was fascinated by the battling of the deer and wondered at the burgeoning of the flowers. In a word, he knew the forest like the back of his hand.