'I'm just sitting down; something is worrying me inside.'
The boy put his arms round his neck.
'I'm so glad you have come,' he said; 'those two Germans keep coming after me.'
'What Germans?'
'Those two by our field, the old one and the man with the beard. They don't say what they want, but they are walking on me.'
'Go to sleep, child; there are no Germans here.'
Stasiek pressed closer to him and began to chatter again:
'Isn't it true, daddy, that the water can see?'
'What should it see?'
'Everything—everything—the sky, the hills; it sees us when we follow the harrows.'