The fire has already dogasał fire. Glowed yet only here and there carbides. They sat so for several hours and sączyli wine. It’s saying that she left, my friend? So she left him after twenty-five years. In general, I would not expect. Such a decent family and it seemed that he loved. After twenty-five years … children are almost grown now. Look after them do not have to. Well, the peasants left and went to another. Ah, pity myself. Will you have wine. Let’s drink. In the end we do not see every day, how would the man have come down with a friend, it is worth at least talk to late, and even a little too much wine we drink. Yes, you see that life is arranged damned. I do not know what you mate when you meet. Here the disease, here and elsewhere the death of a divorce. They say that the woman is alone, yet somehow this one can handle, but the peasant is not … How do you know, may have a se przygrucha.
I doubt it.

At home we are. 18.00. The whole family back home.
Mom gives a late lunch. Father tired after work. And Grandma, what the bones of complaining. Knitted shawl done in his room. And we – six children between the ages of sixteen to four years. How goes the whole family in the evening or afternoon, it is quite loud in the house, jazgotliwie. And then there’s a dog. Little black mongrel called wild card, which my sister found a couple of years ago. Stray wandering the poor and the frightened. I remember when the great, confident and frightened eyes. Sister took him home, fed, gave drink and so was. At the moment it no longer a full member of the family. Vigilantly guarding the house and niepozwoli to a stranger entered.
Father in a chair reading a newspaper. Oozes from the TV news. Children! Mom! Dinner. I invite you to the table! Cried my mother in the kitchen

Often stayed at home with the children’s grandmother. Parents leave for work in the morning, or father leaves for a few days. Mom at work late, I have meetings, conferences, meetings. And here at home, such cargo – one and a half twins, Peter and the six-four Mary. Gold is our grandmother and invaluable. And fortunately, lives nearby. Glory to God is always at hand. Without it, I do not know, I do not know if it all looked like … now comes the morning at seven, carries siaty with shopping, and I still know that it still managed to be on the mass. I am amazed how the same old lady of seventy enough strength and health. Sometimes, it embarrasses me. I am after work, late in the afternoon that I want just the head applied to the pillow and sleep. A grandmother still ironing, wash something, hang laundry, watering flowers and always have time to talk with Marysia on whether the at that.

This year’s Christmas Eve at home. Fortunately, this time at home. Is very unpleasant for you and the whole family, when all of this particularly solemn day sit at the table, and you are absent. You not with your loved ones. But unfortunately this was the eve of the last two. Such work … I had to. I came home late, late at night or at dawn, and even when the whole house already slept in the morning I did not know how my wife and little children look into the eyes. Excuse me son. Snuggled in a small kitchen in the morning. You dad apologizes that it was not yesterday with you on Christmas Eve. But boy, that’s the last time. The next year, a scenario repeated. Work, and of this situation is that you can not refuse. Dilemma. What to do? Again disappoint children, wife or wypiąć to work and then have a fault? Long, long time. Perhaps even for life.

I come home after work. As always, the last twenty years about 16.45. Grinds the key. Creaking door. Have become accustomed to the fact that no one is waiting for me. I have never waited longer and rather not wait. Many years ago I chose the solitude and walk in that way, so far consistently. I like to stay in my apartment. I do not go into the mountains, not sports, does not belong to any rings, clubs and associations. I love my solitude. In the evenings, like today I sit in the room. Fire in the fireplace on the beechwood szczapach pops calmly. Turn on the music. Sounds float calmly, oozes from the speakers. I close my eyes. And so if I were sailing. I fall into a short sleep. Whereupon I get up, adds a few sticks for the fireplace and once again delves into his chair. Exhibit in the fire was tired feet. Let the heat, rest. Immerses himself in reading. Everything seemed asleep. Drzemało around.

So already walked through the winter woods for two hours. Plunged into the snow after his knees and sometimes even to the waist. With barely penetrates through the dry bush and scrub. Already grew darker outside, and before them a piece of the road dispute. Rented a house for a few days. They wanted to spend the holidays together. Only two in the forest wilderness. They came to town by bus, but still nothing has traveled, especially today, and at this time. Are you scared? Asked Anna. No … well no. Well because of what? Andrew replied. Well actually because of what? I do not know … Wolves, for example-the woman said without conviction. Something you! In these forests there is no wolf. Andrew laughed. He was already tired. He thought only about this, to finally sit down together at the house warm, the fireplace and could finally enjoy themselves. Yes, I know … She said Anna. But always in the woods in winter and the darkness is something so horrible. Do not worry darling. In the end you’re not alone here. Stood for a moment. He took her arm.

These were nice winter evenings and long dark outside the window where the raging wind and snow and dark trees dropped from time to time its branches to the ground. Siadaliśmy then in a room near the fireplace. Children, adults, on the floor, stools, cushions. Grandfather took off from the wall of a guitar, strumming and humming the old pre-war songs or telling stories about how it lived before the war, how people had fun, worked, loved and quarreled. Different stories were the grandparents. Some funny, others sad, and still others on long faded into memory, and we always inclined to think. Sometimes, then, with her sister and cousin talked about those days-or about what we heard from his grandfather. And do you remember the story of this woman? She asked my sister sometimes. You know what-I do not know-said-what I would do in her place. Chybabym August wept at the death … One morning, when as usual wstałyśmy with my sister to school, my mother came into our room, hugged us both and said that tonight dziadziuś gone to heaven.

But there was to be a fireplace, Maciek consciously noticed when watching lounge. Taaak? Surprised homeowner. What fire? Well the normal, ordinary fireplace. Well … you know that throwing the coal, wood piles and so, well and everything is good. Ah … thought the owner. Well, no, … no fire. But as it was to be asked in a stupid-dodger. How did he like to take? And I know how! ” Maciek replied. The announcement was so that the room is a fireplace that is open and that you will burn him when he wants. Yes … the gloomy landlord. As announced you say … I have to check. What check?!, How do you know?! Maciek no longer endure. Man! That you do not know what you’re saying in the advertisement?! I drove here a piece of the road to watch the damn mieszkaniei the fireplace, and you telling me that you have to check it! What’s there to clear it hell! ” Katherine, go-to cast his girlfriend.