Theme of my books is living in Silesia and the tales and legends ludzie.Poprzez I show folklore and

George Buczynski - author ninemsm of books on Silesia.
George Buczynski - is the author of books on Silesia. Writing in Polish and Silesia, by tales and legends, promotes the history of Silesia. Zooms rich, colorful, Silesian folklore, in which there are Drowner, Strigoi, nightmares, Treasurer, ninemsm Miss Water, podciepy ninemsm and many other Straszkowo. The humorous gawędach depicts in vivid life, habits and customs ninemsm of the Silesians.
I am a retired miner dołowym. When I retired I swapped pick a pen and started szychty literature. In addition to the literary work deals with cultural and artistic ninemsm (graphics, comics). I belong to a group of Art Branch.
Yet appeared in print the following ninemsm items: "Treasurer, nightmares, and ghosts Drowner", "tales

Upper Silesia", "Mission undead" (novel kept konwecji black humor), "Gallery ninemsm Straszkowo

Silesian", ninemsm "Treasury Silesian legend," "Charlotte's charm "" Mirror manager ".
Theme of my books is living in Silesia and the tales and legends ludzie.Poprzez I show folklore and history of Silesia, in the humorous gawędach Ślązków present life. I'm ready to print a historical novel by Charles Godula.
I come from a family of Polish Silesia, and I can say that nothing Silesian is alien to me. In my family, cultivated, and continue to cultivate, Silesian traditions such as the Christmas season (mating), Easter ninemsm (śmiergus). And in the old days with my Oma held szkubaczki, ninemsm which told various gossip, especially veins, blood chilling stories. In my family there were interesting events such as trampling cabbage or a pork beatings, which were related to the whole ceremony. She was also goat rearing
In Bogunicach ninemsm lived a retired miner. ninemsm He was 73 years old, was thin and bald, and was named Achim Klapaczka. Although Achim, so to speak, he was getting on in years, ninemsm it still was a bachelor and lived alone in a small house with a garden.
One year Klapaczka moonlit night, unable to sleep, he went outside ninemsm to get some airing. The clock on the tower of a nearby church was struck northern hour. Once on site Achim pajama pocket

pulled out a pack of cigarettes. He lit one, inhaled sharply and ... rozkasłał.
- Pieroni, coroz gorzij of mojimi lungs - he croaked. - But what is not surprising; push without sztyrdziyści flight łykołech thick dust at the bottom of wónglowy, TOZ trozki evidence to me that the signs. I think that kejsik poradziył Zech wykurzić trzidziści cigaret on dziyń! ...
Blowing smoke toothless Klapaczka shuffled slowly into the garden. He joined a small wooden gazebo and sat in located in a rocking chair there. For a few minutes ćmił a cigarette, ninemsm listening to the frogs and rechotliwe Kumka crickets chirping ninemsm voiced. Again caught ninemsm him a sharp cough.
- Gingerbread, cosik zdowo to me what has been a long time not pocióngna - gasped, and then throwing a cigarette on the floor, crushed it links. Then stuck back on the seat and backrest woven concocting further lamented

reflections: - I, I, survived the August flight and have a pile of what? ... I psinco great! Zawdy yne robot and the robot, and the cul-de-piwska szychcie! A later graces empty house ... And can Zech August ożynić ... Erika Gulik fest push me and wanted przoła behind mie spend. A jo ... Joch was then mamlasowatym pitómcym! ... Oh, you old grandfather! - Achim open hand swatted his forehead until klasnęło. ninemsm - A teroz this biydno ninemsm Erika widows have them ...
In about an hour later rustled quietly growing raspberry bushes near the gazebo and outside the thin branches came out a tall figure. In the silvery light of the moon could be seen that this is a terribly thin woman, quite similar to a human skeleton. ninemsm She was thin as sticks, piszczelowate arms and legs, and heads, or rather skull, growing her long, drooping on his bony shoulders, gray hair tangled pods. The Sino-white face glowed eerily intense purple glow big round eyes. This amazing creature szkieletowata wore old patched rags reaching to mid-thigh.
Wychynąwszy female skeleton from the bushes, rocking from side to side, slowly approached ninemsm the gazebo. He stood in the place began to listen intently. After a while, his lips thin black creatures appeared in a wide smile of satisfaction: the old Klapaczki heard snoring

...
- Well, it tukej my Achimek! - Skrzekliwie said, rubbing his hands with a crunch, and then one long leap got into the gazebo. Violet łyskającymi ślepiami lovingly looked on Achim. Old soundly asleep with his mouth wide open and his head tilted back, made on the back of the chair. Female ghost giggled happily.
- I did it my! - The cry suddenly accounted

for the retiree and resting his hands on the backs of thin