It happened at the fallen court that Bolesław spoke. From his long absence, he must have been drawn by concern for the destiny of the praetorians who had lost their apanases. And he said:
- I'm sorry. Don't believe the Emperor from across the ocean! Make a deal with the Reich Empire, for they are our friends. The politician was sent to make the integration bigger, and he put me on the throne forever! Support each other's ranks so that no one's hair falls off! Selective print Adamus the Jerk and the fact known!
The stupid courtiers began to jump with joy. But a fewer of them, in the back, turned to the heel and started to run to the exit. 1 who feasted with Hispanic Gonzales did not leave the throne room, the cajet pulled out and began to record. The second thing that co-laboracy with Ursula Bruxelska worked out, listened to only one, and ordered the pazi to prepare the horse.
Bolesław, paying attention to nothing, continued:
- I'm sorry. It was as if the erstwhile Emperor offered aid once, but he was forgotten. We have come back to the glory of the flag that we have received from Moscow! You can see the snow, and you can feel in the air that the car and the Emperor of the Reich, by showing their goodness, can spare us. Burn six plebs and burghers, they'll shortly go abroad or fall in the field, but they'll leave us all good! We'll save on our weapons due to the fact that our seniors will defend us, and if we request to, the Franks or the Germanes, the old spears and the horses will deliver what appears to be a relief. perceive to me, courtiers. There are not many of us, but a foolish nation will not disturb due to the fact that we hold the power. Baroness Ursula must be asked to defend herself and to sign the bill of dismemberment in a court of law! That's our goal and large prospects.
And so he poisoned his minds with a venomous speech, so that no 1 could think of any opposition to show.
The daft vassals did not spare. Only the nobleman with the notebook disappeared. So he wrote down what he should and in those rushes went to Cara to mention matters. The second, the ricey little, calmly leaving the hall, ordered the scribes of the court to print in the hot summertime only erstwhile he, at the right of the Baron, sat down.
Adamus Barking for the king's oration failed. In the inn of Jankiel, close the court, the spirited 1 rambled something over the bench: "We will return there again, we will return and reconstruct our order. Elekciji does not wake up! Elekcyji does not wake up!". Jeneral Różany, sitting next to Adamus, patting him in the shoulder and saying,
- I'm sorry. Yes, yes, the acorners must be sent to the land. They'll be beautiful and forgotten. Have a drink, Adamus, and fill it up. Light and drink! I will!
Boleslaw the Wise after the oration to the chambers went. A fewer of the servants brought food and began to supper. Content with his speech, he did not announcement (And indeed!), letters with seals from Moscow, Ursula, and the fresh Emperor from across the ocean, which he deliberately dropped into the chamber. During the break, between the bites of the meat, a greasy toe opened the letter with a first, two-headed black eagle bearing:
"You're expendable, don't number on apanases. I'll walk up to the Vistula and show you strength. You're gone and your time is up. Forget the profit and make peace with the bone, due to the fact that erstwhile I show up, it'll just be deaf"
Bolesław's bond speech didn't understand. He drank from the cup and bit another bite. Letter 2 with a star halo, opened machinically:
"Herr Boleslawie, Ich verstehe nicht, as You are to be king Europe! Tsar Vladimir no longer has area for you, forget honors, no coronation"
- I'm sorry. The stupid baroness, the merit of mine, did not appreciate - Boleslaw was jealous. - What does she know about my large deeds? It was I who slaughtered the red carat, I united Europe, no substance that with the aid of abroad agencies and besides the governors of Moscow. She's stupid due to the fact that she doesn't know it's me, and I'm the only 1 who's got the highest titles, and I deserve it! I don't want to, but I gotta answer that pashquil.
The last 1 on the table was a letter with an eagle holding a bay leaf and a fistful of shots in the second claw. Boleslaw didn't open it. After eating, he went to the alcove.
However, the last letter opened the king's chamberlain. It fell almost immediately and the content was here:
"Boleslaw the Silly, there will be no help. The Moskals offered but sacrificed to those who betrayed. You spit on me as a lama on a peasant and I won't take any more spitting. I'll leave the horses, the spears and the swords. And the line as your Wyspianski wrote, I leave it to you. Good-bye, cold and happy. I'll have popcorn and look at things."
The chamberlain pales greatly, ran to the chamber where the passenger trunk was waiting. He rapidly packed up the essential things as well as the imperial letter. He went to the port and on the boat went across the ocean to return the letter.
Bolesław never found out about the letter.
Shortly thereafter, car with the Baronova, champagne sipping on the Vistula Boulevards.
- I'm sorry. Dorogoja Baronova, kak tiebia nravitsa our fresh oblast?
- Oh Vladimir! Das ist undlabelliche pleasure!
So, Bolesław, in the final cut, contributed and the Poles, dear, remember this thought:
"It had to be sorted out erstwhile the time was right. Now it's been drinking this bitter beer and praying it won't hurt us any more."
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