It is late evening - May first -P.S. Someone graces the comments with that Pushkin poem all second-year language students learn.
Evening May - it is love's hour;
The turtledove's voice calls to love:
"Hynek! Vilem!! Jarmila!!!
Fuck you, clown!!!!"
P.P.S. The above quote is from Mácha's May. But you knew that already. ;-)
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