The peasants, [vol. 2] : $b WinterReymont, Władysław Stanisław
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The peasants, [vol. 2] : $b Winter
Reymont, Władysław Stanisław
Peasants -- Poland -- Fiction; Polish fiction -- Translations into English
For this he was rebuked by Nastka, who took Yasyek’s part; and indeed he
was much in her thoughts. True, he was rather foolish, and the village
folk laughed at him; but then he was an only child, with ten acres of
land; whereas (as she well knew) Simon had only five, and very possibly
his mother would not let him marry her; so she kept on good terms with
Yasyek, holding him in reserve, should Simon fail.
He was sitting by her side, staring at her, and thinking of something to
say, when in rushed the Voyt, who had by this time made it up with
Boryna. He called out from the very threshold:
“News for you! You are to appear in court to-morrow at noon.”
“In the action about my cow?”
“Aye, against the manor.”
“I must be off betimes to-morrow; it is a long way. Vitek, go this
instant to Pete and get everything ready. You are to go, too, as a
witness.—Is Bartek notified?”
“I have brought all the summonses from the court bureau to-day: there
will be a lot of you together. And if the manor is at fault, let it pay
up.”
“Pay it must!—Such a cow as that!”
“Come with me into the other rooms,” the Voyt whispered; “I have to talk
with you.”
They went out, and remained so long that Yuzka had to take supper in to
them.
The Voyt, as he had more than once done already, entreated him not to
make enemies of the manor folk, to put matters off, see how things would
turn out, and beware of joining with Klemba and his party. Boryna had
hitherto seemed to waver, calculating chances. He did not refuse to
listen, but did not care to join the Voyt’s side, still feeling
indignant at the slight offered him by the Squire, when he had come to
the miller’s lately.
Seeing that he made no impression, the Voyt tried alluring him with a
bait.
“Ye know that I, with the miller and the smith, have come to an
agreement with the manor: that we are to cart the trunks to the sawmill
and, when sawn into planks, to the town.”
“Yes, yes, of course I know: tongues wag about it quite enough, and say
you prevent folk from earning any money.”
“Much do I care! But let me tell you now what we three have settled.
Hearken to what I say.”
The old man shot a glance at him and listened attentively.
“We want you to be one of us. You shall cart the very same quantity of
timber. Ye have a good pair of draught-horses, the wagoner will only
have to drive, and the profit is certain. Payment is by the cubic metre.
You will have earned fivescore roubles ere it be possible to work in the
fields.”
Boryna pondered long. “When do you begin work?” he asked.
“From to-morrow. They are already cutting down timber in the nearest
clearings. The roads are fairly good, sledges being still available. My
man is to start off on Thursday.”
“A plague upon it! If I but knew whether my action will succeed
to-morrow!”
“Only join us, and all will be well.—I, the Voyt, have spoken.”
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