The rumor about the devil's stairs. Bystřec. Orlic mountains.

  
"Just go on, dummy, go on," croaked the devil. The knees buckled under the frightened chump. True, the six beers at the U Špičáků inn also contributed quite a bit to it. Not even a minute ago he angrily dug up a pile of damp wood, he couldn't light it with a single lighter, as befits a proper tramp, what will he use to heat his last can now... And surely he cursed hell over the basalt log...