A grey pall of rain shrouded the whole world and drank the colours dry, smothering the light and submerging the earth in shadow, so that everything seemed like the delirium of a dream, and sadness rose from the stagnant fields, from the torpid forest, from the lifeless wastes, and slouched heavily in a thick cloud.Continue reading “RKS POLISH Literature: The Incessant Polish Rain (Władysław Reymont)”
