The Volunteer Song - APH
"So he's got a lay-off?" Tereza asked and moved a hat on her head on the side. She hated so much that awful red ribbon with white strip tied around its circuit, although the hat itself was one of her favourites. When Austria will not be nearby, she will undo it, burn it and throw ash into Vltava.
"Well, technically he was just abadoned to do a lectures, but when you say it like this... it's the same, I think." Milan had a hat too, but different, and without ribbon. He was wearing it very often last time, as with traditional clothes, so with urban clothes, like those he was wearing right now. Hungary discarded it so many times, and Slovak so many times saved it from huge pile of clothes of Serbia, Croatia, Romania and others.
Elizaveta was in the last time really relentless. More and more often she was showing to her roomates that they are inferiors, that they are outlanders, and in Milan's case, that they even are not. She didn't want to talk with them in other as Hu