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(1929) [MARC] Author: Axel Munthe - Tema: Medicine
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your troubles had to do with your animals.
Your room was full of all sorts of animals, you even
slept with them in your bed. Don’t you
remember how mercilessly you were flogged for lying on
eggs? Every bird’s egg you could get hold of
you used to try to hatch out in your bed. Of
course a small child cannot keep awake, every
morning your bed was all in a mess with smashed
eggs and every morning you were flogged for it
but nothing helped. Don’t you remember the
evening your parents came home late from a
house-party and found your sister in her
nightgown sitting on the table under an umbrella
screaming with terror? All your animals had
escaped from your room, a bat had caught her
claw in your sister’s hair, all your snakes, toads
and rats were crawling about on the floor and in
your own bed they found a whole litter of mice.
Your father gave you a tremendous thrashing,
you flew at him and bit your own father in the
hand. The next day you stole out of the house
at daybreak after breaking into the pantry in
the night to fill your knapsack with what eatables
you could lay hands on, and smashing your sister’s
money-box and stealing all her savings—you
never had any savings of your own. The whole
day and the whole night all the servants were
hunting for you in vain. At last your father
who had galloped off to the village to speak to
the police found you fast asleep in the snow by
the roadside, your dog had barked as he rode
past. I overheard your father’s hunter telling
the other horses in the stable how your father
lifted you up in the saddle without saying a word

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