Winter was approaching…… Still tussling with autumn, it rampaged, bellowing in the blue distances like a fierce and hungry beast, and who could say when it would trounce her and leap to savage up the world with its ice-cold fangs… Still fitful were the scatterings of pallid snow-autumn snow…. Bewildered days still came, blue sicklyContinue reading “RKS POLISH Literature: Winter Approaches the Village (Władysław Reymont)”
