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
“Whence? From far away; where, no man can tell.” She stooped to take up
another cabbage, and as she cut off the old leaves, said in a louder
tone, so that all might hear her: “Every third winter he comes to Lipka,
and takes up his quarters with Boryna. Roch is the name he chooses to go
by; but it certainly is not his. He is a _Dziad_, and yet no _Dziad_:
what he really is, who knows? But a good and religious man, that he is
no doubt; he only needs a halo round his head to be just like a saint in
a picture. Round his neck he wears a rosary that has touched the
sepulchre of our Lord. He gives the children holy images, and also—to
some of them—pictures of the kings who once ruled our country. He has
prayer-books besides, and other books that tell about everything in the
world.... He was reading some of them to our Valek. We listened too, my
husband and I: but the things were hard to make out, and I have
forgotten them.... And so pious! Half the day, he is on his knees; and
then again before the crucifix, or out in the fields; he never goes to
church but for mass. His Reverence asked Roch to stay with him, but his
answer was:
“‘My place is with the common people, and not in chambers.’
“Everybody knows he is not a peasant, though he speaks as we do. And how
learned he is! He can jabber in German with a Jew; and at the manor of
Djazgova, where dwells a young lady who was in a warm country for her
health, he spoke with her in an outlandish tongue!—Nor will he take
aught from any man, save a drop of milk or a morsel of bread: and he
teaches our children besides. They say....”—Here she was interrupted by
a great burst of laughter that made the company hold their sides.
The cause was Kuba, who had been bringing cabbages in a sheet and,
receiving a push, had fallen sprawling on the floor, all the cabbages
rolling about the room. He tried to rise, but as soon as he began to
scramble up, another push sent him down again.
Yuzka took his part, and came to help him up at last; but he was
exasperated, and uttered fearful language.
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