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Tiralla thought it so hideous, that she burst into tears and tore it down with an angry "Psia krew!" which made Rosa shrink. The child was crouching in a dark corner of the room with her hands clasped round her knees, gazing with admiration at the beautiful vision in the white embroidered petticoat. Ugh! how difficult it was to please the mistress this evening; now she wanted this, now that.
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.
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.
A boot, thrown by an expert hand, flew through the half-open door right against Marianna's apron. She gave a loud scream and let the tray fall; the sweetened coffee ran over her feet and along the stone passage. "Psia krew!" A second boot came flying. Tiralla sitting on the edge of his bed angling with his bare feet for his slippers, which had disappeared under the bed.
The man grew disconcerted. Why did she emphasize the words so strangely? What did she mean by it? Such nonsense! But then he made up his mind to go. He scolded and cursed as he got out of bed. "Psia krew, what nonsense it was to get poison for the sake of those few rats; they could easily be killed with a cudgel."
Well, let people who were more stupid than she was believe it, for she, Marianna Śroka, was much too clever, nobody could humbug her. The mistress must have some reason for saying it, for there were no rats." She pretended, however, to agree with her mistress, and when they saw daylight again she shuddered and said: "Pani is quite pale with fright. Psia krew, those horrible animals!
They had made up their minds to take him by surprise some time, and now they had found him. "Psia krew, old fellow," cried Jokisch, "where have you been? You and I are neighbours, and still I never see you." The forester, who had been obliged to complain of Mr. Tiralla formerly, said to him in a friendly, reproachful voice, "I never meet you in the Przykop now."
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.
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.
She had had nothing to eat as yet, something warm would do her good. How strong the coffee was. It tasted quite bitter in spite of the sugar pooh! But it was very good, all the same. She took another big gulp. "Psia krew, you rascally woman! I suppose you're drinking some of my coffee, as I'm not getting it," shouted Mr. Tiralla from his bedroom.
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