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Updated: June 24, 2025
She seemed to understand the situation, for she turned her head towards him and touched his hand with her wet mouth. Slimak was so overcome with emotion that he very nearly kissed her, as if she were a human being. 'I must buy her, he muttered, forgetting even his tiredness. The gospodyni stood in the door with a pail of dishwater for the cattle.
He talked in a tearful voice like Grochowski: 'Don't make a hell of your house, brother... and in order to make it more real he tried to make himself cry. At first he did not succeed, but when he remembered his foot, and that he was the most miserable creature, and the gospodyni hadn't even given him a glass of vodka, the tears ran freely from his eyes, until he too went to sleep.
'And I tell you, you will sell it, cried the younger man, drawing his father away. They went towards the bridge, talking German loudly. The peasant rested his chin on his hand and looked after them; then his eyes fell on the manor-house, and he returned to the cottage at full speed. 'Jagna, he cried, 'do you know that the squire has sold his estate? The gospodyni crossed herself with a spoon.
Jendrek returned with the information that he had seen two men in blue overcoats the other side of the bridge. Slimak sat on the bench, his head drooping, his hands resting limply on his knees. The morning light had turned grey, and made men and objects look dull. The gospodyni suddenly looked attentively at her husband. 'Why are you so pale? she asked. 'What is the matter? 'What is the matter?
I'll give it you, I'll rip myself open to give it you...thirty-five paper roubles and a silver rouble. 'Oh dear, oh dear! wailed the gospodyni. 'Weren't you letting the cow go for thirty-three roubles just now, Soltys? Grochowski raised his tearful eyes first to her, then to Slimak. 'Was I?... Josef...brother...I'll give you the cow for thirty-three roubles.
They were silhouetted against the red sky in the white landscape. Jendrek, his head in the air and his arms crossed behind his back, was walking on the left side of the road, the gospodyni in her blue Sunday skirt, and her jacket unbuttoned, so that her white chemise and bare chest were showing, on the right.
'I'm speaking the truth; Stasiek has been ill ever since he took a cold; he couldn't run without getting out of breath; once I saw it fall upon him while I was ploughing. I had to go and bring him round. 'Why did you never say anything about it? 'I did tell the gospodyni, but she told me to mind my own business and not to talk like a barber.
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