A novel about horses and people.
On the bookmark you will read: "A wagon drawn by a pair of great horses arrived in Kutná Hora, while through the countryside, through fields and meadows, the riders walked in their saddles. It was August 1966. The wagon, covered with a tarpaulin, shuffled down the square, watched from the pavements by the population, among whom the coachman of the expedition, Jan Špička, noticed a woman who also noticed him. He jumped down from the carriage, which was moving on, and returned to get a closer look at the woman, who had in the meantime gone into a bookshop. John Špička, by a strange coincidence, turned into an alley from the square and entered the yard of an old house to wait for the woman. But it was no coincidence that the woman actually came! They were both intrigued by the incident, so they said a few sentences to each other, and nothing more, because Ludvík Vaculík stopped writing. He returned to the manuscript he had begun in 1969 after thirty-one years. The more experienced author and man simply continued to describe Špička's journey to Praděd and his nightly returns to Kutná Hora. The real, hard romantic journey to Praděd was at the same time a symbolic journey into the past of the people and the landscape: eastern Bohemia through Polish Kladsko to northern Moravia and back to the centre of Bohemia. A strange, unplanned effect today is how everything Ludvík Vaculík writes about the conditions in the editorial office of Literary Newspapers and in agriculture at that time has become history. Jan Špička"
Czech edition