These are kind of long sentences because thius is a kind of 19th-century novel.
Palachek had many stories in which he confronted immense dangers and always prevailed, saying "I am a man of earth and salt and the Wheel and I will do what I must."
Just now Yanek also felt that he was a man of earth and salt and the Wheel and he could do anything he had to.
Before anybody could eat or drink, Bulo's grandfather Ivek stood up on a bench and addressed the little crowd. Yanek couldn't understand much of what he said, but he got the important part. Ivek held up a pinch of earth and a pinch of salt and kissed the small bone Wheel he wore on a rawhide cord around his ancient neck. Then he said thanks to the Old Girls and especially the Sow of the Luh, and he poured out some of his drink on the ground and gave some food to Bulo to set at the edge of the village. Then be said, "You may pray to God and the gods of the hub, but the Old Girls have been here longer and they don't ask for your prayers, just your remembrance." He waved his hand and the women banged spoons together and the last-sheaf supper started.
This is from the first time Yanek gets to play his drum with the grownups in the villages. "Palachek" is introduced earlier: it's the name of a fairytale hero born as big as his father's thumb, and it also is Yanek's nickname because he is very small (not miraculously small though).
Notice I am using a simplified (and anglified) orthography, because these people are not actually Slavonic and I thought I might simplify the philological notes this way...turns out that, nope, it takes just as long to explain as it would if I spelled the names Janek and Palaček. But it does allow me not to have to make certain decisions.
On another note, I got a bill in the mail for $202 dollars and some cents for my monthly fee for medical insurance. Since last year's was $22 a month, and since I cannot pay that much, I called to find out what was going on. The Blue Shield person was flummoxed,and came up with error messages, so she kicked me over to Covered California, where the connection was so bad that we had to try three times before giving up on that call, but the Blue Shield person said that the Covered California person had found a different name with my social security number. I called Covered California on my own a bit later and found out, as I suspected, that last was just a plain error. But other error messages persisted, and we decided it would be much faster just to run my application as a new customer (like, weeks faster, because the error message process takes up to six weeks). Upon doing this he discovered I don't make enough for Covered California, and I have to go to Medi-Cal. I now have my number for that, and my primary doctor takes Medi-Cal, but I have no idea about any of the other things that are in process.
One thing that I notice and despise about capitalists is that they want to be liberated from any scrap of uncertainty by having everything guaranteed for them by the government, but they also want to get special privileges based on the idea that they take risks in order to advance the economy. On the other hand, workers are expected to live with the uncertainty of what their bosses will deign to pay and whether their bosses will even keep them working. And in their civic life they are expected to live with uncertainty about whether there will even be water to drink, because the capitalists don't want to pay into the the costs of the infrastructure.
On the Žluta front, she has not had her morning walk yet because I got my Medi-Cal number.