good air of Zakopane,â Maryna said, surrendering her delicate wrist.
He shut his eyes as he stood over her. A minute passed. With her free hand Maryna reached for the plate of raspberries at the end of the bench and slowly ate three. Another minute had passed.
âHenryk!â
Opening his eyes, he grinned mischievously. âI like taking your pulse.â
âIâve noticed.â
âSo I can reassure youââhe placed her hand back in her lapââhow healthy you are.â
âStop it, Henryk. Have a raspberry.â
âAnd your headaches?â
âI always have a headache.â
âEven in Zakopane?â
âAll I have to do is relax. As you know, I rarely have a fullblown headache when Iâm working too hard.â
He had returned to the table. âAnd yet your instincts are right to tell you to seek refuge here whenever you can from the hurly-burly of Warsaw and all the touring.â
âWhat refuge!â she exclaimed. âAdmit it, friend, itâs hardly the undiscovered village it was when we arrived here four years ago.â
âWhen you arrived, dear Maryna. Please recall that you were the first well-known person to come here every summer. I merely followed.â
âNot you,â she said. âI mean all the others.â
Henryk tilted his head, forefinger to bearded chin, and gazed out the window at his inspiriting view of the Giewont and the distant summit of the Kasprowy.
âWhat do you expect, since each time you and Bogdan come a few more people discover the beauties of the place. You are the villageâs biggest populator.â
âWell, at least they are my friends. But now there are people I donât know in that so-called hotel old Czarniak has opened. Zakopane with a hotel!â
âWhere you go everyone follows,â he said, smiling.
âAnd the foreigners. Donât tell me they are here because of me. English, God be praised.â She paused, she dramatized. âIf one must have tourists, let them be English. At least we donât have any Germans.â
âJust wait,â he said. âTheyâll come.â
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THIS YEARâS stay was different. For one thing, they had arrived much earlier, and they were not on holiday. Bogdan had proposed they assemble everyone involved in the planâtheir plan: it had not been hard to bring Bogdan around again. Maryna thought they should invite just a few friends, those who were wavering. Ryszard and the others on whom she already knew they could count need not come.
After journeying to Kraków, and recovering Piotrâtwo years earlier Maryna had sent the child away from Warsaw, where the language of instruction in schools was Russian, to live with her mother in Kraków, where the more lenient Austrian rule permitted Polish-language schoolingâMaryna and Bogdan spent a week of afternoons in Stefanâs flat, often joined by the guardedly reassuring Henryk. Stefan was now confined to bed much of the time. The morning after their arrival Bogdan himself went to the food market square to arrange everything with one of the highlanders sure to be loitering there after selling off his load of mutton and cheese. Familiar faces crowded around him, offering their services, their wagons. Bogdan picked a tall fellow with lank black hair who spoke a shade more intelligibly than the others and, in his comical farrago of educated Polish and highlander patois, instructed the man to tell the old widow whose hut theyâd rented last September to ready it now for the arrival of himself and his wife and stepson with five others. The man, a JÄdrek, was to be prepared to bring them to the village one week from today. He declared that it would be an unforgettable honor to carry the Count and the Countess and their party in his wagon.
They had known only the summer, when the mountains above the tree line look clear of snow
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