Havel

It did not particularly appeal to Havel, who was spending the week at Hrádeček.

A small crowd of well- wishers gathered in front of the hospital, chanting “Long live Havel.”

Excerpted from Havel: A Life by Nichael Zantovsky; used with the permission of the publisher, Grove Atlantic, Inc.

Havel came in early on Sunday afternoon, to avoid detention.

Havel, back in Prague on the night the East Germans left, was walking home through the Malá Strana district.

Summer arrangements for the family being now concluded, he left within the week and set sail on the Havel for New York.

“There must be a strike at the blacksmith shop,” said Percy Havel, a curly-headed blonde girl.

They crowded to it after Percy Havel, and beheld a most amazing as well as ridiculous sight.

Professor Skillings was going to paddle up the river with them, although Mrs. Havel would take the afternoon train to the lake.

Up she popped, stepping lightly over the cold 86 grass so as not to arouse her mates and Mrs. Havel, and reached the opening.