The peasants, [vol. 3] : $b SpringReymont, Władysław Stanisław
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The peasants, [vol. 3] : $b Spring
Reymont, Władysław Stanisław
Peasants -- Poland -- Fiction; Polish fiction -- Translations into English
“Your eyes gleam as if ye were sick with a fever!”
“’Tis with joy they gleam! for I never yet felt so happy. Oh, think of
it: so many peasants coming over to Lipka for two whole days to do all
the most urgent work! How can I help rejoicing?”
“But I cannot make out how this aid is to be—gratis, paid only with a
‘God reward you!’”
“Aye, for those three words they will come to our help, like true Poles
and true Christians. Aye, this has never yet been seen, and therefore
has evil flourished in the country.... Things will grow better still: ye
shall see!—Our folk will gain understanding, and know that we should
look only to ourselves; that none will assist us, unless we ourselves do
so, each helping the other in time of need.—Ye shall see: the time will
come!” he cried, radiant, stretching forth his arms as though to embrace
the whole people and unite it in the strong bonds of love.
But when they asked him who had worked the miracle, he slipped away and
wandered amongst the huts, where the girls were getting ready the
morrow’s dresses—almost holiday attire—in the hope that some unmarried
man might be coming over.
The first rays of morning had but just shone upon the roofs, when the
whole place was in readiness: chimneys sent up their smoke, girls darted
from hut to hut, and little boys climbed up to the ridge-pole to look
out along the roads. All was in solemn silence. The day was not sunny;
sombre rather; but warm, with a touch of melancholy in the air. Birds
chirruped loud in the orchards, but the people’s voices were subdued and
in keeping with the mild dank weather.
They waited a good while, and it was only just before Mass that the dull
beat of the hoofs on the highways was heard, and a procession of carts
appeared coming out of the distant bluish haze.
“Here they come, from Vola!—From Rzepki!—From Debitsa!—From Przylek!”
With these shouts, they ran towards the church, in front of which the
first carts had stopped. Presently the whole space was thronged with
horses in harness, and with men. Gaily dressed peasants leaped out of
the carts, saluting the women who came crowding in on every side: while
the little ones, as usual, bawled a noisy welcome to the strangers.
The service was beginning; so in they went to hear Mass first of all.
As soon as it was over, the villagers grouped themselves round about the
belfry, the goodwives foremost, and the girls on either side of them, a
little behind; while the _Komorniki_ stood apart in a heap, unwilling to
appear too bold in the presence of his Reverence, who soon appeared,
gave all a hearty greeting, and, in concert with Roch, settled who
should work on each farm, taking care that the wealthiest peasants
should work on the best farms.
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