Příběh: Socha svatého Floriána (Lysá nad Labem)

The bucket of water in his right hand was almost empty, the wooden handle worn smooth in his palms. Kryštof Vrbata had carried it for hours, the weight tugging at his arm as he trudged up the castle hill in Lysá nad Labem. The scent of freshly baked bread wafted from the nearby b…