'What am I to stop for?' the other said angrily.
'Stop! Is this your land, gospodarz?' the grey-haired man asked very politely.
'Of course it's mine, who else should it belong to?'
Stasiek came running up from the field at that moment and looked at the strangers with a mixture of distrust and admiration.
'And is that your field?' the bearded one repeated.
'Stop, Fritz! Is it your field, gospodarz?' the old man corrected him.
'It's not mine; it belongs to the manor.'
'And whose is the hill with the pine?'
'Stop, Fritz…'
'Oh well, if you are going to interrupt all the time, father….'