The peasants, [vol. 1] : $b AutumnReymont, Władysław Stanisław
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The peasants, [vol. 1] : $b Autumn
Reymont, Władysław Stanisław
Peasants -- Poland -- Fiction; Polish fiction -- Translations into English
“Have you seen who? have you seen?” shrieked Koziol’s wife, rushing
forwards to use her nails. But the other continued mercilessly:
“Who plundered the organist’s potato-pit? Who is it that snaps up
everything missing in the village—be it gosling, or chicken, or rake or
hoe?”
“You carrion, you! All you did when a lass—what your Yagna is doing now
with the farm-lads—oh, no one reminds you of that now, vile trollop that
you have been!”
This stung Dominikova to the very quick. “You dare to name my Yagna!”
she roared furiously. “You dare! I’ll knock your teeth down your
throat!”
“Silence, hussies! or I shall have to drive you out!” said Yacek, to
quiet them, holding his trousers up with one hand.
The witnesses were then heard.
Dominikova, the plaintiff, spoke first. She had taken a subdued and
pious tone of voice, every now and then calling Our Lady of Chenstohova
to witness. She averred that the sow was hers, that Koziol had stolen it
from the meadow where it fed. She did not ask the most honourable court
to punish him for that—may our Lord give him a longer time in purgatory
instead!—but (and here she raised her voice to its loudest tones) for
having heaped such foul outrages, and so publicly, upon Yagna and
herself.
Simon, Dominikova’s son, with clasped hands held under his cap, as one
saying prayers in church, and with his eyes always fixed upon the judge,
bore witness afterwards, in a dull plaintive voice, saying that the sow
was his mother’s, that it was white all over, with a black patch about
the tail, and one ear torn by Lapa, Boryna’s dog, which had attacked her
last spring, and she had squealed so that he could hear her from the
barn.
Then came the other witnesses, who all confirmed what he said, while
Magda poured denials and curses through the grating, and Dominikova kept
her eyes fixed on the holy image, or on Koziol, who listened
attentively, with glances darted now at the witnesses, now at his wife.
The audience gave ear with intense interest, sometimes uttering a
murmur, or an ironical comment, or a peal of laughter, severely
suppressed by Yacek.
The case was gone into thoroughly, and only settled after the
adjournment of the court to discuss the matter; during which time the
people dispersed into the passages and outside the building, to get a
breath of air, take refreshments, speak to the witnesses, or hold forth
about their wrongs: others again, to complain of injustice with fierce
invectives, as is usual on such occasions.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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