‘If Dad don’t take a third wife!’ shouted Jagustynka, somewhere from the third strip. ‘Give over that they just buried their mother in spring,’ said Hanka, in a tone of alarm. ‘What does that bother a man. Every one of ’em’s like that hog: no matter how drunk, he’ll rush to stick his snout inContinue reading “RKS POLISH Literature: Men are Like Hogs Sticking Snouts in Throughs! (Władysław Reymont)”
