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Updated: June 29, 2025
He shouted to Marianna to fetch beer and gin, and then told his wife to bring out some food. "We've got plenty." Then, without rising from the bench, he seized hold of the schoolmaster with the words, "Take a seat, pray," and forced him down on the nearest chair in spite of his resistance. "We're pleased to give you it. Psia krew, only no excuses."
And I'm to pray for my dear parents, and especially for my dear father, that his soul and his hands may again become clean, so that he can leave Purgatory and go to the dear angels above. Oh, father, dear father," she cried, in a terrified voice, putting her curly head down on his shoulder as he sat next to her, "how awful it would be if you were to be lost for ever!" "Psia krew!" So far Mr.
There was not much room for her thoughts to travel in the narrow circle of her imagination, and she soon fixed on the one thing she would do to get away from her old life: she would ask her uncle to let her go to be a lady's maid. Miss Lydia's maid would help her to get a situation, if she krew Hetty had her uncle's leave.
And when he came once more and said, "Psia krew, how sad it is to live alone on such a dreary farm," the wise woman replied, "You'll have to marry again. There are plenty of widows and elderly spinsters who would be pleased to marry you." That had angered him. He neither wanted widows nor elderly spinsters, he coveted the youngest of them all.
"She won't come," answered Rosa timidly. "Why not?" "Because she has locked herself into her room. Oh, father, I believe she's not well." "Well or not well," shouted Mr. I've had enough of it now She's to come down at once. Psia krew!" H'm, his son's arrival had evidently given him courage; how would he otherwise have dared behave like that? So rough, so brutal.
To be pious was all well and good Martin liked to go to Mass every Sunday, and regularly went to confession as an orthodox Christian is expected to do but in a convent! ugh! He shuddered. "Psia krew!" he burst out, "such a young girl doesn't know what she's doing. You shouldn't let her, Mrs. Tiralla," he said, almost upbraidingly. Why did the beautiful woman blink at him so with her black eyes?
But if a sound found its way to her her father's deep, bass voice, or her mother's treble, or the maid's "Psia krew, where have you got to?" she would give a start as though she had been roughly handled or had been caught doing something wrong, and turn scarlet and sigh as she smoothed her thick, tousled hair. Rosa Tiralla was very busy looking for mushrooms in the Przykop this summer.
Tiralla tramped as he crossed the fields, were thawed, and lumps of soft earth clung to his boot-soles. He had lost his way; he could not get any further. "Psia krew!" He stumbled, cursed, and scolded, and then he laughed. He felt that he had drunk too much oho, he would never be so drunk that he couldn't feel what he had been up to. But to be a little drunk was a very useful thing now and then.
"Psia krew, what are you doing there?" cried Mr. Tiralla. He had awaked. She wheeled round and they gazed at each other with pale faces. She stood there like a delicate, feathery leaf that a breath of wind has caused to tremble; but he was trembling too. Neither of them was capable of saying a word. Mr.
Now her mistress was in the kitchen. Psia krew! what was she rattling the coffee-mill for? Or was it the tin in which the sugar was kept? "All good spirits!" The girl made the sign of the cross. Was the woman in league with the devil? The master had brought poison from Gnesen, poison for the rats.
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