“Every lord's mansion stands on the foundation of your bones, soldier, every field has been saturated with your sweat, and you, peasant, even if you worked your arms down to the stub, if you won a hundred battles, and faithfully gave the last drop of your blood for your country, you would always be a slave. There is no land for you, no heaven, no shelter, not even a doghouse where you could rest your poor head. You are the last before God and before people, the last one.” PeopleIfsHas BeensCountryLastsHeavenPoorLordBloodLandFieldsArmsBattleHundredFoundationSlaveSoldierBonesSweatShelterPeasantsMansionsBe A SlaveSaturated Author:Wladyslaw Stanislaw Reymont
“Our duty is to rise in the bright daylight, openly, beating the drums. The cause for which we are ready to give our necks does not fear the light, and to attack the enemy by guile would not suit it. A Pole has always despised ambushes, and God forbid that he should change. We shall not fail to have enough strength to defeat our enemies if we do not fail to have the spirit of sacrifice and love.” IfsGivingShouldDoeEnoughLightSpiritCausesEnemyFailingSacrificeReadyDutyAnd LoveDefeatSuitsNecksDaylightDespisedGuileLove And Sacrifice Author:Wladyslaw Stanislaw Reymont
