26. 12. 1805

My friend Roman returned home to home Detva where he welcomed everyone. He returned from the fierce battle of Austerlitz, where he fought against the French. God took care returned home alive and healthy. Faithfully fought for Austria-Hungary, who lost the battle but Romana wait a play, and with him at home. All the way thought of as the threshold of his house, and tuck up his wife, but nothing happened.

Roman quietly opened the doors to surprise his wife, but rather surprised that Romana and what God wanted to find his beloved wife Lenka is used as a sexual bál with George who went to him regularly milked cows. Just at that moment George kissed Lenkine nipples and no cows. George was lying naked on the furnace, and Lenka sat on it and vzdychala. Roman just stood quietly and did not believe my eyes, only it strongly, each of hyperventilation Romana sralo more and more. Buch door with all your strength, both the mykli, Roman shouted: “You stupid bitch!”

Quick action went to the oven. Lenka with George shouted: “Please, do not do it for nothing here.” Among the Lenka slowly zosadala with George. And as he went to a Roman kiln to extract bayonet, and his wife zoskočila the furnace. George was left alone there and he went to jump down from the oven Roman strike him in the chest. She wound him soon returned to a position where it was fucked woman with Romanova. The amok bodal him repeatedly in the chest. George began to expectorate blood. Roman had a full face dirty from Jurová blood. For each morning they planted a Roman Jurová to say “an idiot, fuck, prick,” brought “the god of you bitches!”

Juro lay broken in the oven with erect penis, which took Roman so strongly that Juro began to cry and beg God to let it expire. Roman grabbed bayonet, and began slowly cuts into Jurová acorn, each indentation was deeper and deeper. Jurová acorns ended somewhere below the furnace.

“But what you stupid cow? Still breathing? “Roman smiled when dopovedal. Juro him of the last forces to pľul face. George grabbed the ankle and withdrew it from the oven, which was half a meter high. Roman went to the musket, which he left at the door. Stooped down for her and walked back to George, he shook the ground in winter. Roman stood on his right hand and nahol to him “You want something before you kill? Hmm “said the Roman. “Little water please you, I just water” said Juro. “So would you like Vodička. Get shit! “And as dopovedal Roman started to hit a stock muskets Jurová face. His face was familiar, after a few wounds stock. Neither Romanova face was familiar, since it was ošpliechaná Jurová blood. The house where it all happened, he was still a garden behind the house.

George lay on the bloodstained ground between the Roman and dug a pit into which it had planned to cast Jura. When the digging remembered to Lenka, who between the skive as Roman drvil Jurová head. Jama was partly excavated. Roman went back into the house and searched for his wife.

“Fuck fix. You fuck me kept! “Roman grabbed Jura rozjebaného leg and dragged him towards him in the garden. The house was all dirty from the blood. George threw quickly into the dungeon he hastily hid underground shoot branches and leaves where things can be. He knew that the home can not stay long, did not know where Lenka, so he decided to leave it and go to Detva Dolné Bukovice. Where nobody knew.