'Such a good gospodyni…what a misfortune, God defend us! And you are lying there and don't see about the funeral?'
'There may as well be two,' murmured the peasant.
'How two? are you ill?'
'No.'
The Jew shook his head and spat. 'It can't be like this; if you won't move I will go and give notice; tell me what to do.'
Slimak did not answer. The cows began to low again.
'What is the matter with the cows?' the Jew asked interestedly.
'I suppose they want water.'
'Then why don't you water them?'
No answer came. The Jew looked at Slimak and waited, then he tapped his forehead. 'Where is the pail, gospodarz?'