Tales by Polish Authors

'You are a great politician,' an aristocratic neighbour said to her, kissing her small hands in a snake-like way. But the 'great politician' blushed like a cherry, and answered...

The particular share he took at first in the pitched battle of Gravelotte, merely convinced Bartek of this fact,--that in war there is plenty to look at, but nothing to do. For...

Some months had passed, and the Spring was now well advanced. The cherry trees at Pognebin were in blossom and the young corn was sprouting abundantly in the fields. One day Mag...

DEAREST MAGDA! What news of you? It is all right for you to be able to rest quietly in bed at home, but I am fighting horribly hard here. We have been surrounding the great fort...

It proved a serious affair. The German newspapers published flaming articles on the persecutions to which the peaceful German population was subjected at the hands of the barbar...

Magda, with the crowd of women, returned crying to Pognebin in one direction; in the other the train, bristling with bayonets, rushed into the grey distance, and Bartek with it....

The fitful, pale light fell on faces sleepy and worn with a long restless night. The soldiers were sleeping in discomfort on the seats, some with their heads thrown forward, oth...

My hero's name was Bartek Slowik[1]; but owing to his habit of staring when spoken to, the neighbours called him 'Bartek Goggle-Eyes.' Indeed, he had little in common with night...

Bartek went home so tipsy that for some days he was unfit for work. This was most unfortunate for all his household affairs, which were in need of a strong man to look after the...

In truth Magda was worth more than ten other women put together. Her manner towards Bartek was rather curt, but she was really attached to him. In moments of excitement, as, for...