Christmas In Prague
CHRISTMAS IN PRAGUE
Jan lives in Oxford with his English wife Carol, and his
father Josef, who is Czech. Jan was born in Prague, but he came to England with
his father when he was a baby. He never knew his mother – she died soon after
he was born. And he knows nothing about her because his father never talks
about her. But Josef still carries a photograph of his wife in his pocket –
after all these years.
Carol plays the harp in an orchestra, and the orchestra is
giving some concerts in Prague at Christmas. Carol wants to go, and she wants
Jan and Josef to go too. ‘Prague is a wonderful place,’ she says, ‘for a family
Christmas.
But there are family secrets waiting for them in Prague –
wonderful secrets, happy secrets, and very sad secrets …
Christmas 1957
I t is night, and the fields near the village are white
with snow. The village is quiet, but not everybody is sleeping. Eyes are
watching the roads and the fields near the village, because this is
Czechoslovakia and the year is 1957. Across the fields, only half a kilometre
away, is the Austrian border, but the people of Czechoslovakia are not free to
go to Austria. The border
guards watch day and night – and they carry guns.
In a house in the village a man and a woman are talking. The woman holds a
six-month-old baby boy in her arms. She is excited, but she is afraid, too.
‘Tell me again,’ she says. ‘Did he get to Austria all right last night?’
‘Yes, he did,’ the man says. ‘Nobody saw him, nobody heard him. But
last night was easy because the sky was dark. Tonight it’s more difficult – look
at that moon!’
‘But it’s Christmas night,’ the woman says, ‘and the guards are drinking in the
guardhouse, yes?’
‘That’s true,’ says the man, ‘but sometimes they come out and drive up and down
the road for a time. So you must be careful, and you must run fast – very
fast.’ He looks at his watch. ‘It’s time to go.’
The woman puts on a white coat and a white hat. The baby wears a white coat
too, and the woman carries him on her back.
‘Good,’ the man says. ‘White is best when there’s snow. Nobody can see you.
Now, are you ready? Let’s go.’
They leave the house and walk quickly out of the village. After a time they
stop and the man says, very quietly:
OK. Do you see those trees? Turn right there and go fifty
metres. When you come to the road, go across it quickly and run down the hill
through the trees. Then you come to the river. Turn left and go 500 metres. The
trees finish there and you can walk through the river easily. Across two more
fields, and you’re in Austria. Our friends are waiting for you in the
second field. Go now. Goodbye – and good luck!’
The woman begins to run. The baby on her back is sleeping, but now he opens
his eyes and begins to cry. The woman is afraid and runs more slowly, but the
baby’s crying is loud in the night. At the trees the woman turns right and soon
she is at the road. She does not see the black car under the trees, but the men
in the car see her.
Suddenly there is a noise in the night – the noise of guns. Then it is quiet again.
The woman’s body lies in the snow on the road. Now the only sound is the crying
of the baby.
England 1995
Hey, Jan, look at this!’ Carol said. She had a letter in her
hand and took it across to her husband at the breakfast table. ‘It’s from the
Oxford Orchestra, she said. ‘They’re giving concerts in the Czech Republic this
Christmas.
They’re doing three concerts in Prague and they’re asking me to go because they
need a harpist. Shall we go to Prague for Christmas? I can play with the orchestra,
and you can come with us.
‘When are the concerts?’ asked Jan. ‘I always have a lot of work in the weeks
before Christmas. I must finish writing my new book then.
Jan taught Czech at Oxford University and wrote books about languages.
He was born in Czechoslovakia, but came to England with his father when he was
very young. He met Carol when she was one of his students at university.
‘The first concert is on December 20th,’ Carol answered. ‘Are you free then?’
‘No, I’m sorry, Carol,’ Jan said, ‘but I can’t come before December 24th.’
‘Well, it doesn’t matter. You can come for the second concert. It’s on December
25th.’
‘But what about my father?’ said Jan. ‘We can’t go away and leave him at Christmas
time. He loves a family Christmas with us – you know that.
Josef Vlach was sixty-eight years old, and his eyes were bad. He couldn’t see
very well, so he lived with Carol and Jan.
‘Josef can come with us,’ Carol said. ‘He often talks about Prague at Christmas.
He says it’s the most beautiful time of the year there because of all the snow
on the old buildings.
I know,’ said Jan. ‘But he only talks about Prague. He never
wants to go there. Every time we ask him to come with us, he says no. I don’t
know why, but I think it’s because of my mother. When he thinks about Prague,
he remembers her. You know, sometimes he cries when he looks at his photo of her
– after all these years!’
Just then the door opened and Jan’s father came slowly into the room.
‘Good morning,’ he said, and sat down at the table. ‘Is there any coffee?’
‘It’s cold now,’ said Carol. ‘Shall I make you some more?’
‘Thank you, my dear,’ he answered. ‘You’re very good to me.’
Carol went out for some coffee. Jan looked at his father carefully. ‘I must ask
him now,’ he thought, ‘while Carol is out of the room.’
‘You’re very quiet, Jan,’ said the old man. ‘Is something wrong?’
‘No, no,’ said Jan quickly. ‘Nothing’s wrong. It’s just … I want to ask you a
question, but I … I … it’s difficult.’
Jan stopped. His father smiled.
‘Difficult? Why is it difficult? Are you afraid of an old man?’
‘Of course not,’ said Jan. ‘But I am afraid of your answer. You see,
Carol wants to go very much. She loves playing her harp, but it’s Christmas
time and Stop!’ said Josef. ‘What are you talking about? Where does Carol want
to go at Christmas?’
‘To Prague,’ said Jan. ‘And I would like to go with her. We want you to come
too.’
‘Ah!’ said the old man. ‘To Prague. I understand now.’
The room was suddenly very quiet. Jan drank his cold coffee and waited.
The old man took something out of his pocket. It was a photograph of his dead
wife, Jan’s mother. He spoke very quietly – not to Jan, but to the photograph
in his hand.
Perhaps now … before I die … just once I can go back again …’
Carol came back with some hot coffee. She looked at Josef, then at Jan.
Shhh … He’s thinking about Prague,’ Jan said quietly.
Carol put the coffee on the table and sat down. The hands on
the clock slowly moved through two long minutes. Then the old man put the
photograph back in his pocket.
‘All right,’ he said. ‘Let’s all go to Prague for Christmas. It’s beautiful there
when it snows. I remember it so well … so very well.
The accident
The first rehearsal began at nine o’clock and finished at
two o’clock.
‘What a long morning!’ everyone said.
‘I’m sorry,’ said the conductor, ‘but we have very little time. The first concert
is tomorrow night and a lot of important people are coming, so we must play
well. Now please go and eat. This afternoon is free, so you can go and look at
this beautiful city. Tomorrow morning we begin again at nine o’clock. Please
don’t be late!’
Carol left the rehearsal room with Alan, one of the first violinists.
‘What are you going to do this afternoon, Carol?’ Alan asked.
‘I’m going to get a quick sandwich, and then I’m going shopping,’ Carol said.
‘My husband Jan and his father are arriving on Sunday. Monday is Christmas Day,
and I haven’t got any presents for them. I must find something this afternoon –
our only free afternoon.’
‘See you tomorrow, then,’ said Alan. ‘And good luck with the shopping!’
‘Thanks,’ Carol said. ‘There are some wonderful shops in the Stare
Mesto, the old town, so I’m going down there.’
Carol went into a lot of shops that afternoon. In the end she got a book for Jan
and a picture for his father. When she left the old town, it was nearly dark.
It was very cold, so she walked quickly through the streets back to her hotel.
There were Christmas trees in all the shop windows, and the city looked
beautiful. There was a lot of noise too – people, cars, taxis, buses.
‘Everybody’s doing their Christmas shopping,’ Carol thought
Suddenly she saw a man across the street. It was Jan! Why
was he in
Prague so soon?
‘Jan!’ she shouted across the street. But Jan didn’t hear her. He walked on.
Carol shouted again, very loudly.
‘Jan! Jan! It’s me, Carol!’
A lot of people stopped this time. They all looked at her. The man stopped too.
He turned and looked at Carol for a minute, but he didn’t smile and he didn’t
speak. It was a very long minute for Carol. Her husband’s eyes were cold, and
Carol began to feel afraid.
Then he moved and began to walk away from Carol down a little street.
Carol did not understand it, but she knew one thing – she did not want to lose him.
‘Perhaps he didn’t see me very well. It’s so dark now … He’s going …
Where is he going? Jan, come back … Are you ill?’
She ran across the street.
There was a sudden noise and somebody shouted. Two seconds later Carol lay in
the snow.
‘She ran right in front of me,’ the bus driver said later. ‘I couldn’t stop – there
was no time.’
Carol’s face was white and her eyes were closed. Soon an ambulance came and
took her body away.
Was she alive or dead?
At nine o’clock the next morning the conductor was ready to
begin the rehearsal. He opened his music and the orchestra started to play.
Suddenly his hands stopped moving and the music stopped at once.
‘Harpist!’ the conductor shouted angrily. ‘What’s the matter with you? Are you
sleeping? You begin to play here.’
‘Excuse me, Mr Rinaldi,’ said someone at the back of the room. ‘The harpist is
not here.’
Everyone turned and looked at the harp at the back of the orchestra. It was true.
There was nobody in the harpist’s chair.
‘Well, where is she?’ asked the conductor. There was no answer. ‘We can’t wait
for her,’ he said. ‘We must have this rehearsal without her. Where is Alan? He
can speak some Czech.’
Alan stood up.
‘Can you go to the hotel and look for her there?’ the conductor asked.
‘Then come back here at once – with or without her.’
Alan left. Half an hour later he was back.
‘She’s not at the hotel,’ he said. ‘I spoke to two or three people in the hotel,
and they say that Carol wasn’t there at breakfast this morning. And they think
that she didn’t sleep in her room last night.’
‘I don’t like this,’ said the conductor. ‘Carol is never late for rehearsals, and
she knows that these concerts are important for us. I think we must tell the
police.’
‘Shall I do it now?’ Alan asked.
‘Yes,’ said the conductor. ‘Please go now.
Nobody understands
Carol
Carol slowly opened her eyes. Her head hurt. She closed her
eyes again.
A man said something. What was it?
‘Carol,’ she heard. ‘Carol, can you hear me?’
‘I can hear you,’ Carol said. ‘But I don’t want to open my eyes. My head hurts.
Who are you?’
‘It’s me, Giorgio Rinaldi, the conductor of the orchestra.’
‘Mr Rinaldi?’ Carol opened her eyes again. Her head didn’t hurt so much this
time.
‘What are you doing in my bedroom?’ she asked angrily. ‘What’s happening?’
‘This isn’t your bedroom,’ said Mr Rinaldi. ‘It’s a hospital in Prague. You had
an accident yesterday. Can you remember anything about it?’
Suddenly Carol remembered everything. The old town … the Christmas trees in the
shop windows … Christmas presents … Jan … Jan!
She sat up.
‘Jan! Where’s Jan?’ she asked Mr Rinaldi.
‘Please, Mrs Vlach,’ said a woman quietly. ‘Don’t get excited. Lie down again.’
Carol turned her head. It hurt again. Near the door of the room she saw a woman
in a white coat – a doctor.
‘But I must see Jan,’ Carol said. ‘Where is he? I must find him … I can’t
… Oh, dear.’ She put her hand to her head.
‘Who’s Jan?’ the doctor asked Mr Rinaldi quietly.
‘Her husband,’ he answered. He took Carol’s hand. ‘Listen, your husband is
coming. We told him about the accident. He’s on a plane from London now.’
‘On a plane? Why? He’s here in Prague. I saw him in the street, near the old
town. I called out to him, and he saw me, but he didn’t stop … He just walked
away from me. Please find him … please … I must talk to him … I must…’
The doctor moved nearer to the bed.
‘Jan is coming soon, Mrs Vlach,’ she said. ‘Please don’t get excited. It’s not
good for you. Now, lie down again and close your eyes. You must sleep, and I
know you’re feeling very tired.’
Carol lay down and closed her eyes. The doctor was right. She was tired.
But why didn’t they listen? Why didn’t they understand? Jan was in Prague, and
she must find him … talk to him …
The doctor looked at Mr Rinaldi and spoke very quietly. ‘Let’s leave her now,
please. She needs to sleep. You can come back later.’
Mr Rinaldi and the doctor left the room. They closed the door quietly, and then
looked at Carol through the window in the door.
‘She’s going to be all right,’ said the doctor. ‘She just needs to sleep for a time.
There’s nothing wrong with her.’
‘Yes, there is!’ said Mr Rinaldi. ‘She thinks her husband is in Prague. But I spoke
to him on the telephone three hours ago and he was in Oxford. I’m afraid she’s
ill – very ill.’
‘Listen,’ said the doctor. ‘She had a bad hit on the head in the accident, but she
didn’t break anything and her head is all right. We looked at it very carefully.
She’s going to be OK after a good sleep.’
‘But – all this talk about Jan her husband,’ said Mr Rinaldi. ‘What about that?
‘Yes, she’s confused about that, it’s true. But she
remembers her name, she knows you, and she understands that she’s in hospital.
All this is very good.
Now, what about you, Mr Rinaldi? It’s a difficult time for you too, because of your
concerts. I understand that. But please go away now. Eat something.
Have a sleep. Then come back later this afternoon. You can’t do anything now.’
‘All right,’ said Mr Rinaldi. But he was not happy.
‘Poor Carol,’ he thought. ‘And my poor orchestra. How can I find another harpist
before tonight’s concert?
Some visitors for
Carol
Two hours later a tall man arrived at the hospital. He asked
to see the woman in yesterday’s street accident. He didn’t know her name. The
doctor came downstairs.
‘Who are you?’ she asked the man.
‘My name is Pavel Brychta. I saw the accident and I called the ambulance.
Is the woman all right? I just wanted to know that. I was afraid she was dead.’
The doctor smiled. ‘Would you like to see her? She’s much better now.’
‘Yes, please,’ answered Pavel.
‘Then come with me.’
They went upstairs in the lift and walked along to Carol’s room. At the door
they stopped and looked in through the window.
‘She’s sleeping,’ said the doctor.
‘But she looks well,’ said Pavel. ‘Yesterday she looked so white! I was afraid
for her.’
Just then Carol opened her eyes and saw a man through the window in her door.
She sat up. ‘Jan!’ she shouted. ‘Jan!’
‘Oh dear!’ the doctor said. ‘Not again! She hit her head in the accident and she’s
confused about some things. She thinks that you are her husband from England.’
‘Shall I go?’ asked Pavel.
‘Perhaps it’s better – yes,’ answered the doctor.
She went into Carol’s room and closed the door. Pavel walked
slowly back to the lift. Then the lift door opened and a man ran out, with some
beautiful red flowers in his arms. He looked at the numbers of the rooms and then
went quickly into Carol’s room. He didn’t see Pavel. But an older man came
slowly out of the lift next. He saw Pavel, and stopped suddenly. Pavel
stopped too.
‘I’m sorry,’ said the old man. ‘My eyes aren’t very good … I thought …
You see, you look—’
‘Yes, I know,’ said Pavel. ‘I saw your friend.’
‘He’s not my friend – he’s my son. Please, tell me, what is your name?’
‘Pavel Brychta.’
The old man looked very afraid. His face went white, and his mouth opened and
closed, but he said nothing.
Now Pavel was afraid.
‘You don’t look very well,’ he said. ‘Would you like to sit down? And shall I
call a doctor? There’s a doctor in this room here …’
‘Please …’ said the old man. ‘My son is in that room. Please take me to him.’
Pavel took the old man’s arm.
* * *
In Carol’s room Jan put the red flowers on the bed and took his wife’s hands.
‘Oh, my love, are you all right?’ he said. ‘I can’t understand it. Why did you
run in front of a bus? How did it happen?’
Carol didn’t answer his questions.
‘Jan?’ She looked up into his face. ‘You are Jan? Tell me that you’re
Jan.’
‘Of course I’m Jan! What are you talking about?
The doctor came up to the bed. ‘Wait a minute,’ she said.
‘You told me that your name was Pavel Brychta. Are you Mrs Vlach’s husband, or
not?’
Just then Carol looked behind Jan. She saw Pavel with Jan’s father through the
window of her door. Her eyes got bigger and bigger.
‘Who – is – that?’ she said.
Jan and the doctor turned and saw Pavel.
‘My God!’ said Jan. ‘I don’t know!’
The doctor looked back at Jan’s face. ‘Two men, but only one face,’ she said
quietly.
Then Jan’s father opened the door of Carol’s room and the two men came in.
Jan stood up. He looked at his father. ‘Who is this man?’ he asked.
‘His name is Pavel Brychta,’ answered his father. ‘Please bring me a chair and
some water. I need to sit down before I can answer your question.
Jan got a chair for his father and the doctor gave him some water. Then she left
the room quietly.
Who is Pavel?
The old man drank some water and looked up. ‘Pavel,’ he
said. ‘I must ask you to look at this photo.’ He put his hand in his pocket and
took out a photograph of a young woman. ‘Do you know this woman?’
‘Yes,’ said Pavel. ‘That’s a photo of my mother, Lenka. She died when I was
very young. But my grandmother had many photos of her, and we often looked at
them.’
‘Did you live with your grandmother when you were young?’
‘Yes, I did. But how do you know all this?’
‘Because,’ said Josef, ‘Lenka was my wife.’
‘Dad, what are you saying?’ said Jan.
Josef looked at Jan. ‘My boy, don’t be angry with me. I didn’t tell you many
things about your mother. Perhaps I was wrong. But I wanted to forget … not to
forget your mother, only to forget that terrible night in 1957. Jan, this man
Pavel is your twin brother. You can see that it’s true. Look at your faces.’
Pavel looked at Jan. ‘So, I have a brother,’ he said. ‘My grandmother never
told me that.’
Jan smiled. ‘And my father – our father – never told me about a twin brother!’
He turned to Josef. ‘Dad, why didn’t you tell me?’
‘It’s a long story,’ said the old man. ‘It begins many years ago when a young
man went to Prague University. He was there for seven years, and in his last
year he met a beautiful young woman.
His eyes turned to the photo.
She was so beautiful! Of course, the young man fell in love
with her, and they got married in 1956. But things were difficult in Prague
then. People were not happy and they were not free. Lenka and I, and a lot of
our friends, wanted to change things. But it was dangerous work. The Russians
knew about us and they watched us all the time. Then you two boys were born on
a wonderful day in June 1957.’
‘But you went away,’ Pavel said angrily. ‘Your wife died, and you left the country.
You went away to England and began a new life. You didn’t write, you didn’t
telephone. You weren’t interested in me – your son!
Josef’s face was very sad. ‘Pavel,’ he said. ‘I thought you were dead.
Look. I must show you something.’ From behind the photo of his wife he took out
a letter, and gave it to Pavel.
The letter was old and yellow. Pavel opened it and began to read. The letter
was in Czech, and it was his grandmother’s writing.
I write to tell you, Josef, that your wife is dead. On Christmas night the guards
shot her on the road at the border. She carried Pavel – your baby son, and my
grandson – on her back, and the guards shot him too. Your wife, and your son,
are dead. Your ‘friends’ came and told me yesterday.
You have Jan, and a new life in England. And what do I have? Nothing.
You took one grandson away from me, and now my daughter and little Pavel are
dead –because of you. Don’t write to me, and don’t come back to Prague. I never
want to see you or hear from you again.
Stanislava
Slowly, Pavel put the letter down. ‘I understand now,’ he said quietly. ‘What a
terrible letter! How could she do that to you … and to me?’
‘Stanislava loved her daughter very much,’ Josef said sadly. ‘She loved you,
too, and didn’t want to lose you. I see that now. But she never liked me.
And after that letter, how could I go back to Prague? You
were dead, Lenka was dead …’ He put his face in his hands.
The room was very quiet. Then Pavel put his hand on his father’s arm.
‘Stanislava is dead now,’ he said. ‘You and I can begin again …’ He smiled.
‘And learn to be father and son.’
Josef’s face was wet with tears. He put his hand over Pavel’s hand and smiled
back at him, but he could not speak. Now there were tears in everybody’s eyes.
After a minute or two Jan said, ‘Dad, I know it’s difficult for you. But can you
tell us about that Christmas in 1957? How did it all happen? I’d like to know
…’
‘Yes,’ said his father. ‘You, and Pavel, must know.’ He turned to Pavel.
‘But what did Stanislava tell you?’
‘Very little,’ Pavel said. ‘She never wanted to talk about it. She told me that
my mother died in hospital. And you went away to England. That was all.’
‘I can understand that,’ said Josef. ‘Poor Stanislava! She lost her daughter, because
of me. And she never liked our work for freedom, you see. She didn’t
understand. She just wanted a quiet family life.
‘Christmas 1957 …’ said Jan.
‘Yes,’ said Josef. ‘In October and November of that year things got more and
more dangerous for Lenka and me. Our friends told us: “Leave, before the
Russians get you. Get away to Austria, and then to England.” We didn’t want to
leave Czechoslovakia, of course; it was our home. But we couldn’t stay. Our
friends helped us, and Jan and I got across the border on the day before
Christmas, December the 24th. It was night. There was no moon, and we got to
Austria all right through the fields and the snow. But the next night…’
‘December the 25th,’ said Pavel. ‘My grandmother told me the day. My mother
died in a hospital bed in Prague, she said.
Lenka died in the snow, on the road at the border,’ Josef
said. ‘She was so near Austria … so near us … with you, Pavel, on her back …’
The old man’s voice stopped, and again, he put his head in his hands.
The music must
come first
For some minutes nobody in the room said anything. They
looked at the old man in his chair, and they all thought about a snowy night in
1957.
Then Pavel turned to Jan.
‘Let’s forget 1957 for now,’ he said quietly. ‘For me, this is a wonderful day.
I have no family in Prague. My grandmother died many years ago. But now I have
a brother, a father …’ He looked at Carol in her bed, and smiled.
‘And a sister.’
‘Why did you come to the hospital to see me?’ Carol asked.
‘You had an accident because of me,’ Pavel said. ‘I knew that. You called to
me, and shouted, and then ran to me across the street, right in front of a bus.
I didn’t understand why, but I wanted to know that you were all right.’
Jan looked at Carol too. ‘And are you all right, my love? I’m sorry, I
forgot about you …’
‘I’m feeling very well,’ Carol said happily. ‘Now I understand everything,
so I feel much better. My husband is my husband again – and we have a new brother.
Oh, but there is one thing …’ She looked at her new brother. ‘Why is your name
Pavel Brychta, and not Pavel Vlach?’
The old man moved in his chair. ‘Her name was Lenka Brychta,’ he said quietly,
‘before she married me.’
‘Yes,’ Pavel said. He looked at Carol. ‘You see, my father didn’t want me, I
thought. So I didn’t want my father’s name, and when I was older, I changed it
and took my mother’s name.’ He turned to his father. ‘I was an angry young man
then, but now …’
No,’ said Josef. ‘Don’t change it. It’s a very good name.
And you are Lenka’s son.’
Suddenly the door opened, and Mr Rinaldi came in.
‘Carol,’ he said, ‘the doctor says that you are better. Is it true? You look wonderful.
Can you play in the concert tonight? You see, I can’t find another harpist, and
without a harp the music—’
He saw everyone for the first time, and stopped.
‘Oh, I’m sorry,’ he said quickly. ‘I see you have friends here. But, you see, it’s
important. It’s an important concert for my orchestra and—’ He stopped again.
‘Why are you all laughing at me?’
Jan stopped laughing first.
‘Mr Rinaldi,’ he said, ‘you are the right man for Prague, the city of music.
The music must come first!’
‘Carol …’ Mr Rinaldi began.
Carol turned to Jan. ‘I feel very well now and I’d like to play tonight. But I want
all my family to come to the concert – my husband, my new brother, and their
father. Can you all come? Please say yes!’
Jan looked at his father.
‘Are you all right, dad? Or are you feeling tired now? Shall we all go to Mr
Rinaldi’s concert?’
‘Free tickets, of course, for all Carol’s family,’ said Mr Rinaldi quickly.
‘Christmas music in Prague again,’ Josef said slowly. ‘And with my two sons.
Wonderful, wonderful …’ He smiled happily at Jan and Pavel.
‘How can we say no?’ he asked.
GLOSSARY
border the line between two countries
bus a kind of big ‘car’ which many people can travel in
city a big town
concert a time when an orchestra plays music to many people
conductor a conductor stands in front of an orchestra and shows them
when to play the music quickly, slowly, quietly, etc.
confused (adj) when you cannot understand something, you feel
confused
dangerous something dangerous can hurt or kill you
difficult not easy
fall in love with to begin to love somebody
field a piece of ground where animals eat grass, or people grow food
freedom being free
get married to take someone as a husband or wife
guard (n) someone who watches a border, or buildings, etc. to
stop people coming in or going out
gun a thing that shoots out bullets to kill people
harp a musical instrument with many strings, played with the fingers
harpist a person who plays the harp
hurt to feel pain
lie (past tense lay ) to put your body flat on something, e.g. a
bed, the ground
lift (n) a kind of large ‘box’ that takes people up and down in a
high building
loud not quiet; with a lot of noise
moon the big round thing that shines in the sky at night
music when you sing or play an instrument, you make music
GLOSSARY
border the line between two countries
bus a kind of big ‘car’ which many people can travel in
city a big town
concert a time when an orchestra plays music to many people
conductor a conductor stands in front of an orchestra and shows them
when
to play the music quickly, slowly, quietly, etc.
confused (adj) when you cannot understand something, you feel
confused
dangerous something dangerous can hurt or kill you
difficult not easy
fall in love with to begin to love somebody
field a piece of ground where animals eat grass, or people grow food
freedom being free
get married to take someone as a husband or wife
guard (n) someone who watches a border, or buildings, etc. to
stop people coming in or going out
gun a thing that shoots out bullets to kill people
harp a musical instrument with many strings, played with the fingers
harpist a person who plays the harp
hurt to feel pain
lie (past tense lay ) to put your body flat on something, e.g. a
bed, the ground
lift (n) a kind of large ‘box’ that takes people up and down in a
high building
loud not quiet; with a lot of noise
moon the big round thing that shines in the sky at night
music when you sing or play an instrument, you make music.
Christmas in
Prague
ACTIVITIES
ACTIVITIES
Before Reading
1 The title of the story is Christmas in Prague. Find
the answers to these questions.
1 Where is Prague?
2 Was life in Prague in 1957 very different from life there in 1995? How?
2 What do people do at Christmas in Britain and many other countries?
Make three sentences. Use some of the words from this list.
dinner, family, music, presents, children, holiday
3 Read the back cover of the book. How much do you know now about the
story? Tick one box for each sentence.
4 Read the story introduction on the first page of the book. Are these sentences
true (T) or false (F)? Change the false sentences into true ones.
1 Jan was born in London.
2 Jan’s mother lives in Oxford with her son.
3 Josef often talks about his wife.
4 Josef has a photograph of Jan’s mother in his pocket.
5 Carol plays the guitar.
6 Carol wants to go to Prague for Christmas.
5 What are the family secrets in the story? Can you guess? Tick one box for
each sentence.
ACTIVITIES
While Reading
Read Chapter 1. Underline the mistakes in this paragraph
and then
correct them.
It is midday. This is Czechoslovakia and the year is 1967. Across the
fields is the German border. In a house, a man and a woman are talking. The
woman holds a baby girl in her arms. She puts on a black coat and a black hat.
They leave the house and walk slowly out of the village. The man says goodbye and
the woman begins to run. The baby opens his eyes and is very quiet. At the
trees, the woman turns left and soon she is at the river. She sees a black
car but the men in the car do not see her.
Read Chapters 2 and 3, then answer these questions.
Who
1 … wanted to go to Prague to play in some concerts?
2 … was writing a new book?
3 … talked about Prague but never wanted to go there?
4 … went shopping in Prague?
5 … looked at Carol in the street, but didn’t smile?
6 … couldn’t stop because there was no time?
7 … was angry because Carol was not at the rehearsal?
Before you read Chapter 4, can you guess what happens? Tick one box for each
sentence.
Read Chapters 4 and 5. Choose the best question-word for these questions,
and then answer them.
Why / What / How
1 … did Carol feel when she woke up in hospital?
2 … did Mr Rinaldi think that Carol was very ill?
3 … was it a difficult time for Mr Rinaldi?
4 … did Carol shout ‘Jan’ when she saw Pavel through the window in her door?
5 … did Jan bring for Carol?
6 … did the doctor say about Jan and Pavel?
Read Chapters 6 and 7. Put these sentences in the correct order, and complete
them. (Use as many words as you like.)
1 Carol played in the concert and her family _______.
2 Pavel changed his name because _______.
3 Pavel found that he had a father, a brother _______.
4 Stanislava said Pavel was dead because _______.
5 Stanislava told Pavel that his mother died _______
ACTIVITIES
After Reading
1 Fill in the names in this family tree, and then write
ten sentences about the people. Use these words.
father, mother, son, grandmother, brother, wife, husband Example:
Josef is Jan’s father.
2 What happened in 1956 and 1957? Match these halves of sentences and join
them with these words.
and / because / but / so
1 Josef and Lenka got married
2 Josef and Lenka wanted to change things in Czechoslovakia
3 Josef and Lenka couldn’t stay in Czechoslovakia
4 Josef carried Jan across the border on 24th December
5 Lenka tried to cross the border with Pavel on 25th December
6 Stanislava didn’t want to lose Pavel
7 _______ she told Josef that his wife and son were dead.
8 _______ after that they went to England.
9 _______ had two sons, Jan and Pavel.
10 _______ it was dangerous.
11 _______ people were not free or happy.
12 _______ the guards shot her.
3 Mr Rinaldi telephoned Jan to tell him about Carol’s accident. Write out the
conversation in the correct order and put in the speakers’ names.
Rinaldi speaks first (3).
1 _______ ‘An accident? What happened?’
2 _______ ‘Carol! It’s Carol, isn’t it? Tell me, quickly!’
3 _______ ‘Hello? Mr Vlach? This is Mr Rinaldi, from the orchestra.’
4 _______ ‘Yes, I’m afraid I have some bad news for you.’
5 _______ ‘In hospital? But why? Is she ill?’
6 _______ ‘Oh no! I must come at once. I’m going to catch the next plane to Prague.
Please tell her that I’m coming.’
7 _______ ‘She had a little accident in the street yesterday.’
8 _______ ‘Yes, it’s Carol. She’s in hospital, but she’s going to be all right,
Mr Vlach, I promise you.’
9 _______ ‘She ran in front of a bus and the bus hit her.’
10 _______ ‘Yes. What is it? Is something wrong?’
4 Here is a new illustration for the story. Find the best place in the story
to put the picture, and answer these questions.
The picture goes in Chapter _______.
1 Who is the woman in the bed and why is she in hospital?
2 Why is she shouting?
3 Why is the man there?
Now write a caption for the illustration.
5 Imagine that Stanislava wrote a different letter and told Josef the true story.
Use these words to complete her letter. (Use each word once.)
alive, baby, back, border, but, dangerous, daughter, dead, didn’t,
guards,
have, her, him, new, stay, tell, with, write
I write to_____you, Josef, that your wife is_____. On Christmas night
the_____shot her on the road at the_____. She carried Pavel –
your_____son, and my grandson – on_____back, but the guards_____shoot
him. Your wife is dead_____your son is_____. Your ‘friends’
brought_____to me yesterday.
You have Jan and a_____life in England. And I_____baby Pavel. But
my_____is dead. I want Pavel to_____here with me. Don’t_____to me, and
don’t come_____to Prague. It is_____. Pavel is all right_____me. Stanislava
6 Do you agree (A) or disagree (D) with these sentences? Explain why.
1 Stanislava was a bad person because she told Josef a lie.
2 Stanislava was very unhappy, not bad.
3 Josef and Lenka were wrong to do dangerous things when they had two babies.
4 Josef and Lenka were right to work for freedom; that was more important than
their children.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Joyce Hannam is an experienced teacher and lecturer. She has
taught English in several European countries, including Greece, Spain, Turkey,
and the Czech Republic. She now lives in York, in the north of England, and
works mostly with Japanese university students and business people from
Germany, Italy, France and Spain. Her stories for the Oxford Bookworms Library
also include The Death of Karen Silkwood (at Stage 2), in the True
Stories series.
Joyce Hannam is married to a musician and has one young daughter. All three of
them enjoy singing at all times and in all places. Her story Christmas in
Prague was inspired by a visit to that city.
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