‘Not young for sure, but well enough, except that she were a little, bald, crooked and with gimlet eyes, but her face were smooth as a loaf nibbled by mice for a week or two, a fine woman, good. I got plenty of grub – eggs scrambled with sausage, vodka, lard, other tasty bites, andContinue reading “RKS POLISH Literature: But Why Not Marry a Fine Woman? (Władysław Reymont)”
