[aryah]

pa spongle takodjer kojom prilikom, no jedino sto sam stvarno _slusao_ dok sam tripao bilo je jednom 'pricu o vojniku' od stravinskog:

Only Jospeph watching the horses flying feet finds himself holding on with both hands to his seat with all his might till his knuckles are white, "Hold tight" cries the little old man, "hold on tight" Joseph would like to get up and jump out but he hasnt a chance, "Take care!" cries the Devil "See how my horses prance! Theyll lead us a dance, theyre taking the air! Take care!" And the carriage is suddenly travelling up in the air! Hurtling, rattling, rolling round the sky And Josephs hair stands on end, and he nearly faints, "Have you any complaints? Have you any complaints?" Higher and higher over valley and hill faster and faster up and up they soar till time stands still ..... then everything is as it was before.