'Hey, brother, get up! Who are you? Have you your passport?'
He came to his senses at once: two policemen stood over him.
'Have you your passport?' the policeman asked again, shaking him like a bundle of straw.
But for answer Jasiek jumped to his feet and struck the man with his fist between the eyes, so that he dropped his lantern and fell backwards, while Jasiek darted to the door and ran out. The other policeman chased him, and being unable to catch him, fired.
Jasiek tottered a moment, shrieked, and fell in the mud, then jumped up at once and was lost in the darkness of the forest.
DEATH
BY
WLADYSLAW ST. REYMONT
'Father, eh, father, get up, do you hear?—Eh, get a move on!'
'Oh God, oh Blessed Virgin! Aoh!' groaned the old man, who was being violently shaken. His face peeped out from under his sheepskin, a sunken, battered, and deeply-lined face, of the same colour as the earth he had tilled for so many years; with a shock of hair, grey as the furrows of ploughed fields in autumn. His eyes were closed; breathing heavily he dropped his tongue from his half-open bluish mouth with cracked lips.