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'In the name of the Father...Are you mad, Josef? Who told you so? 'Two Germans spoke to me just now; they told me. And, Jagna, they want to buy our land, our own land! 'You are off your head altogether! cried the woman. 'Jendrek, go and see if there are any Germans about; your father is talking nonsense.
'Good Lord, groaned the man, who was getting muddled by his wife's eloquence, how am I to feed her? they won't sell me fodder from the manor. 'Rent that field, and you will have fodder. 'Fear God, Jagna! what are you saying? How am I to rent that field? 'Go to the manor and ask the square; say you will pay up the rent in a year's time.
Then to Zych: "Oj, how glad I am to see you!" And they again kissed each other. When they were through, Jagna said: "We are far from home; we followed the beast. I am sure it must be more than ten miles; the horses are exhausted. What a large urus! Did you notice? He must have at least three of my arrows in him; the last one killed him."
There was no sound from the alcove, and he realized that his wife was not asleep. 'Jagna, make room... he tried to steady his voice, but he was seized with fear. There was no answer. 'Come...move up.... 'Be off with you, you tippler, and don't come near me. 'Where am I to go? 'To the manure-heap or the pigsty, that's your proper place. You threatened me with the whip! I'll take it out of you!
"There is some one on a piebald horse in the front," said Zbyszko. Then Zych exclaimed at once: "Dear Jesus! It must be Jagienka!" And he began to shout: "Jagna! Jagna!"
He looked into the room; Zoska had disappeared. 'I knew it! he exclaimed, and ran out into the yard. His house was indeed on fire; the roof towards the highroad was alight, but owing to the thick layers of snow the flames spread but slowly; he could still have saved the house, but he did not even think of this. 'Get up, Jagna, he cried, running back into the alcove, 'the house is on fire!
"It is not necessary for your uncle to tell me anything; in Krakow, I saw the Pan of Taczew who told me about you. But I understand that the Mazur does not want to give you his daughter. I have nothing against you; but I like you. You will forget about that one when you see my Jagienka. She is a wonder!" "I shall not forget, even if I see ten such as your Jagna."
Frosty air fanned his face. His wife was standing outside, still trying to look through the window. 'Jagna, for God's sake, what are you doing here? Who dressed you? 'I dressed myself, but I couldn't manage my boots, they are quite crooked. Come home, she said, drawing him by the hand. 'Where, home? Are you so ill that you don't know our home is burnt down?
'Why, that's certainly worth while, said Grochowski, 'and not a bad wife! 'Aye, a good, hefty woman, cried Gryb. 'You'll be quite a gentleman, Slimak, added Grochowski. Slimak sighed. 'I'm sorry, he said, 'that Jagna did not live to see this. The agreement was carried out, and before Holy Week both Slimak and Gryb's son were married.
"She will get the estate of Moczydoly for her dowry. Many will ask me for Jagna, do not fear?" Zbyszko wanted to answer: "But not I!" But Zych of Zgorzelice began to sing: "I will bend to your knees And you for that, will give me the girl, Give me the girl!" "You are always happy and singing," said Macko. "Well, and what do the blessed do in heaven." "They sing." "Well, then! And the damned cry.
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