Hello! I…I…I…go through the, the bushes, cause, cccause …I, I am deserter. Stefan Batory the King h…has been…been hunting me on the hill to take for the neeee..ext war. Phooey, if I only think about this strong free…eezing cold, I am all winced!
I could hardly carry this harquebus in my hands, it was so frozen. What an awful duty! I would prefer sow the rye with oats, as it was in the past, but the king only: to…to…the weapon, to…to…to the ranks! I am hiding behind the…the… tree me with my wide trousers. Let the loooovingly reigning search another soldier! Oh jeez, I’ve noticed an executioner! He will certainly my heeeeead cut off!
