'What's up? Where is Stasiek?'
Maciek stopped and heard a powerful voice calling out:
'That's the way you look after your children, Polish beasts!'
Then Slimak appeared on the hill, holding Stasiek in his arms. The boy's head was resting on his shoulder, his right arm hung limply. Dirty water was flowing from them both. Slimak's lips were livid, his eyes wide open. Jendrek ran towards him, slipped on the boggy hillside, scrambled up and shouted in terror: 'Daddy…Stasiek…what….'
'He's drowned!'
'You are mad,' cried the boy; 'he's sitting on your arm!'
He pulled Stasiek by the shirt, and the boy's head fell over his father's shoulder.
'You see!' whispered Slimak.
'But he was in the backyard a minute ago.'
Slimak did not answer, he supported Stasiek's head and stumbled forward.