Stone Upon Stone

by Wieslaw Mysliwski

He took his cap off and scratched his bald head.

  “I think I saw him somewhere or other. Hang on. Might it have been at the church? Or maybe at the shrine outside Myga’s place. Hop in, I’ll drive you over to Myga’s and you can ask him.”

  At Myga’s no one was in, there was only his dog minding the door. I whacked it with my walking stick.

  “They must be out in the fields!” shouted Kwiatkowski from the wagon. “Maybe Michał went with! Come on, let’s have a smoke!”

  “Which fields, do you know?”

  “Across the river, or the old manor fields. They’ve got rye both places. Too bad I’m not headed that way or I’d give you a ride. Best of all would be to wait till they get back in the evening, then they’ll tell you.”

  Where was I supposed to go, across the river or to the manor fields? The manor was closer so I went there. As luck would have it, that was where they were mowing. Their rye looked good, it was just a little bit laid down on one side. Edek was mowing, Helka was gathering.

  “God bring you happiness!”

  “God give you thanks! Oh, Szymuś, you’re back? Just in time for the harvest. Your rye’s on the far side of Przykopa’s place, the farmers’ circle sowed it for you. Though how are you going to bring it in on those sticks, you poor thing? We’ll give you a hand once we’re done with ours.”

  But Michał wasn’t with them and they didn’t know where he might be. He’d visited them a month or two before. He wasn’t hungry, he just wanted a drink of whey. He helped them do their threshing. They didn’t make him, he did it of his own free will. He’s a strong one, he is, Edek could barely keep up with bringing him hay. They told him to come for dinner the next day but he didn’t show up. Maybe go ask the Pająks. Mrs. Pająk sometimes used to take him something to eat after he stuck a pitchfork in his foot last year. From the ankle down to here, it almost went right through. He was bleeding so bad they couldn’t stop it, till in the end Pająk poured spirit on it and dressed it. He’d been going around the sheaves in the farmyard sticking a pitchfork in them like he was looking for something. One time Mrs. Pająk swept your place out and cleaned up in there, and she washed all his clothes. Mrs. Błach met her when she was rinsing them down at the river. Apparently they were crawling with lice. She changed his bedding, and she gave him one of Pająk’s old shirts and a pair of pants. And Pająk went there every day and changed the dressing. There are some good people in this world.”

  “I won’t bother you any more. I’ll go down to the road, see if someone’s passing in a wagon and they can give me a ride.”

  “Come visit sometime.”

  But no one came along. My right leg was hurting and I had to sit down, take a rest, I rubbed it a bit. It was only when I got close to the village that Kudła came by. Can I get a ride from you? Hop on. Even a short way helps. No, he hadn’t seen Michał or heard where he could be. He lives beyond the mill, it’s kind of outside the village, all he knows is when his old lady goes down the store and hears this and that. They do have a radio, but it broke and now it’s just been sitting there silent for a year or more. The Siudaks’ kid promised to come fix it, but he’s hard to get ahold of, and when you do meet him he scratches himself on the back of the head and all he’ll say is, yeah, I’ll try and call by sometime, I will. You had to go build your house so far away, if you were closer I might come sooner. Now it’s harvesttime, the missus doesn’t have the time to listen to what all they’re talking about. Besides, you won’t learn the truth, but it’s nice to at least have a bit of a gab.”

  “Pull up here, by the shrine, I’ll swing by Florek Zawada’s.”

  Florek and I had sat next to each other at school, then the whole time we were young men we’d gone out on the make together, gone to dances, we’d been in the fire brigade together, so I figured he’d probably know something. He’d visited me a couple of times in the hospital and he always brought something, cigarettes, a cake, another time some sausage and a bottle of vodka, and each time he’d say, what are you worried about, what are you worried about. Michał’s not gonna die. Concentrate on getting out of here. He was pleased to see me, we exchanged kisses and he clapped me on the back, commiserated about my walking sticks, told me who had my horse, who had my cows, he wanted to share a bottle with me. His Magda tried to get me to stay for dinner, though they’d both just gotten back from the fields when I arrived. But where Michał was they didn’t know. He’d been there the previous Sunday. They’d given him dinner, he ate it and stayed awhile, but he didn’t come again after that. They even wanted him to stop with them. They said, stay here, Michał, we have to go get the harvest in, you can mind the place for us. You don’t need to keep going from one house to another. Maybe you should try Żmuda the barber, he cuts people’s hair, shaves them, he knows more. Plus his window looks out onto the road, he can always see who’s coming along, which way they’re headed. Us, these days we’re in the fields all day long. I think he was supposed to cut Michał’s hair and give him a shave, the district ordered it. Someone was saying about it, you remember who it was, Magda?”

  I went by Zmuda’s. So you’re back, Mr. Szymek? How are things? Are you always gonna have to be like that? No, it’s true, I had instructions from the district administration to cut your brother’s hair and give him a shave. Someone brought it up at a meeting, that it reflected badly on the village. It was embarrassing that someone should go without being looked after. But you understand yourself, Mr. Szymek, I’m not going to plonk him down in the chair by force. Getting your hair cut, having a shave, those are matters of free will, so to speak. If someone wants to, be my guest. Just like they ask for it to be shorter, longer, crew cut, down to the skin, sideburns straight down or angled, cut wet or dry, would you like aftershave. By all means. I don’t impose myself on anyone. If they bring him here and sit him down I’ll cut his hair and shave him like anyone else. Whenever he walked past I’d run out, Mr. Michał! Mr. Michał! But I never managed to get him to come in. Maybe now that you’re back. By all means. I’m here.”

  Zdun came by. Hey there, Zdun, you haven’t seen my brother Michał anywhere have you? Let me see, your brother? Has he gone somewhere? Well, yeah. If he’s gone then he’ll come back. But what’s up with your legs there? You fall off a ladder?

  I went to see Fularski. They don’t have any land, they gave everything to their sons-in-law, all that was left was the orchard and the beehives out among the trees. So they were probably home and they might know where Michał was. But they didn’t. He came by one time, but it was last year, Fularski was fumigating his bees. He came up and stood right by one of the hives. Step away or the bees’ll sting you! He didn’t move. The bees were crawling all over him and he didn’t do a thing. Either he didn’t feel anything, or they didn’t sting him. Because you should know that bees, they can tell a good person from a bad person. The bad person they’ll sting to pieces, the good one, they’ll crawl around all over him and not one of them will sting him. Go try Wrona or Maciejka maybe, they live closer to you and they’re more likely to know something, we’re right at the edge of the village.

  Wrona said yeah, he’d met him a couple of times. He was walking through the village. But where was he going? He didn’t want to ask, because why would you ask someone where they were going. If someone’s walking then they’re going somewhere, they know best of all where, it’s not necessary for everyone else to find out.

  My legs wouldn’t carry me any farther. The right one felt like it had a nail stuck in it, the pain was shooting all the way up to my armpit. I could barely put weight on it, so I mostly just dragged it along the ground. My hands were swollen from the sticks. I thought I’d go by Wojtek Kapustka’s. It was unlikely Michał was there, but theirs was the closest house. Oh, you’re back, they’d say, and I’d at least sit and rest up awhile, get a drink of water, because my throat was dry. But as if out of spite they weren’t yet back from the fields. The only person there was their boy, he was bringing in the cows. I asked him, y
ou haven’t seen my brother Michał have you? Guy with a beard down to here? He looked at me like I was trying to strangle him and didn’t say a word. Was he a mute or something? He’d been able to speak when he was little. So what grade are you in these days, Iruś? Still not a word.

  His grandfather appeared out of the barn all covered in chaff and straw. Michał? I was looking for eggs, cause those damn chickens, they lay them and you can’t find them afterwards. They lay them in the nettles, under the raspberry bushes, then later that dragon of a daughter-in-law of mine says I stole them and sold them to buy cigarettes. I don’t even smoke, hand to God I’ve not smoked these fifty years. I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t sleep nights, so I quit. Plus, all this used to be mine. Mine, not hers, damn outsider. I could throw eggs at the fence, at the barn if I wanted. It was mine, as God’s my witness. He was an important guy, that brother of yours. I saw him, but way back when. He came here once in this big black limousine, I remember that. Big important fellow, but he still recognized me. Shook my hand. Asked how much I got out of the land reform. If things were fair now. Two and a half acres, Michał. Other people got eight, ten. It’s hot, he could have gone down to the river. Look, Kulawik’s coming up the road. Ask him. Hey, Sylwester, you’ve not seen Michał anywhere have you? Szymek’s brother?

  Michał? Oh, your brother, Szymek. So you’re back. Praise the Lord. And you still have your legs, they didn’t take them off. Thank God. I saw him standing in the window one day, be a week or two ago. I was on my way to the co-op, he was standing there just watching the world go by, it looked like. I was going to ask him, how are things, Michał? But how could I ask through the glass. Besides, he was looking in sort of a funny way, maybe he wasn’t watching the world. Go try Wojcio Zadrożny. One time in the pub he said he’d seen him at Macała’s place, he was cutting the tops off beets. We were having a beer.

  Zadrożny got all mad and started swearing and fuming, he hadn’t said anything of the kind, Kulawik had gotten it all mixed up. Maybe Mielczarek had told him. Besides, you cut beet tops in the fall, it’s summer now. He wouldn’t even have remembered from last fall till now. That time in the pub there were twenty guys or more, not just him. And beer, he could swear he hadn’t been drinking beer, he didn’t even like beer. He drank lemonade. He’d been talking about how they needed a new director of the district administration, because the one we had now had been doing it for too long, and he was the biggest crook. That’s what we were all talking about. But how could he be replaced? Everyone was thinking about how to do it, and saying their ideas. In the end one of them upped and stood us a bottle, they said that without vodka it was even less clear how to get the job done. Then another bottle. Then everyone stood us a bottle, so how could he remember if Michał had been cutting beet tops at Macała’s. Once we saw him here, we were on our way back from church, when was that? Zośka, you remember by any chance when that was? Back in May. May, that’s right, because we were surprised it was still May and he was barefoot already. Why don’t you have any shoes on, Michał? It’s only May, the ground’s still cold.

  I went out onto the road, but I had no idea where to turn next. Maybe I should try Macała? But I see Dereń coming along. You’ve had more than your fair share of suffering for your sins, you poor guy! Was Michał at your place maybe? If not today then yesterday or the day before? If you want the truth, he wasn’t. And I’ll tell you another thing, he’s a stubborn bastard, even if he is your brother. One time in the winter I went to see him, the missus made me go over there and check he wasn’t sick in bed, there was a frost like you wouldn’t believe. And if I’m to be honest with you, that place of yours was like an animal’s den. The windows looked like someone had put lime on them, it was freezing cold in there. And he’s sitting on the bench blowing on his hands. Do you not want to come over to our place, Michał, I say, you could get warm, have a hot meal. Do you think he came? No. I tell you one thing, you’re gonna find it hard to mow or do the plowing with those legs of yours. People were saying they were going to amputate one of them. But I see you got both of them. You’ll need to get some hired help. You any idea what they’re asking for day work these days? And it’s hard to find anyone. They’d rather go work in the factories. Look, Mrs. Antosz is coming. Her head’s all messed up these days, but what does it hurt to ask, sometimes fools know better.

  Have you seen my brother Michał? Why, have you lost him? You should keep a better eye on him. I’ve been gone two years. If it’s two years then you’ll not likely find him. Dear Lord, the folks that have died these last two years. Jadwisia Oko? Wasn’t a moment ago the two of us were little girls scattering flowers on Corpus Christi. I remember she had these pinker-than-pink ribbons in her hair. And there you have it, she’s gone. What’s up with your legs there? Nothing really. I just need to walk with sticks. You look like those guys on stilts. It is more comfortable that way? Yes, it is. God bless.

  Szymek, you’re back! Stach Sobieraj came running out of his house when he saw me through the window standing by his gate. We were going to come visit you Sunday! Tereska was gonna kill a chicken, make you some soup! Here, come back up the house. So here you are. I was even going to bring a bottle. We didn’t think you’d be back till the fall. Sit down, tell me how things went there. Maybe another time, Stach, right now I have to go look for Michał. I can see he’s not at your place. He was here, he’s come by from time to time, quite often actually, he’d always eat something and sit awhile. One time he spent the whole day chopping wood. We didn’t tell him to, he did it of his own accord. He took the ax, it happened to be lying by the chopping block. Have you been to Borzych’s? He’s got your cow. I was there, the cow’s back in my shed already. Then try Zadrożny. I’ve been there. Maybe Kapustka. Been there too. Tell you who’s most likely to know, Żmuda the barber. He cuts folks’ hair, does shaves. I’ve been there as well. Oh well, I’ll just keep looking. Swing by maybe Sunday, we’ll have a drink to celebrate you coming back.

  Franek Duda drove by in his wagon bringing sheaves from the fields. You haven’t seen my Michał anywhere have you, Franek? What, is he missing? Yeah. I’m telling you, pal, right now even neighbors don’t see each other. Everyone’s in the fields, they’re mowing, gathering, they leave before dawn and don’t get back till it’s dark again. He might be out in the fields with someone and you’ll never find him here. Giddyup! Hang on a minute. Whoa! I think I might have seen him. It would’ve been last week, I was going over to the pub for a beer, he was sitting under an ash tree at the Malec place rocking a stroller. Their girl Elka had a baby. Go try them.

  I hobbled over to the Malecs’ place, Elka Malec was actually there, she was giving her baby the breast. You had a baby, Elka? Boy or girl? A boy. When did you get back, uncle? Mama cried when she heard you were going to lose your legs. She was beside herself. She kept saying, dear Lord, dear Lord, a man like that. Does he have a name? It’s Miruś, Mirosław. That’s what Zenek wanted to christen him. Because my dad was all, call him Walenty. But that’s no kind of name for a child. Miruś, Miruś, you’re a pretty little boy. I heard Michał was here, Franek Duda told me, I’m looking for him. Yes, he was, just yesterday. He’s been here a lot. He often looked after Miruś when I had an errand to run. He’d take him out in the stroller, rock him. One time they went all the way down to the river, I couldn’t find them. They say he can’t talk, uncle. But he talked to Miruś.

  I went out onto the road. I thought, I’ll knock my sticks on Malec’s ash tree, maybe it’ll tell me. Goddammit! Evidently I was going to have to go from house to house. Only, in which direction? Toward the co-op? Or was it better to go toward the mill? No, the co-op. The mill. Co-op. Mill. It was like the road had a hundred directions. I called by Bąk’s. They’d not seen him. I went to Sójka’s. They hadn’t seen him. Sobczyński’s. There was no one in and the place was padlocked. I was shocked. They’d padlock the door when they were out working in the fields? No one ever used to lock their door. Unless these days you need to. At
Madej’s I shouted, Walek! Walek! Because since they built their new house you have to go up some steps, and by this point I could barely walk on the level. I even thought I saw a curtain twitch in the window, either that or my eyes were starting to play up.

  Heat poured down from the sky, and the earth was hot underfoot. I could feel it, not just in my feet and through the sticks, but even up under my ribs. My back was in agony. I’d never had any problems with my back before. I could lift all I wanted, walk anywhere, didn’t feel a thing. I needed to rest up at least a short while.

  “Afternoon, Seweryn!” Old Grabiec was sitting on the bench outside his house. I’d been sure he was dead already. I don’t know where I got the idea. It was another matter that at his age he could have been dead three times over. Perhaps someone told me in the hospital. “I’ll join you for a minute.”

  “Help yourself, there’s room enough for the both of us. And who are you?”

  “Don’t you know me? It’s Szymek Pietruszka.”

  “Right, Szymek. My eyes are going dark, son, I can only half see. But now I see you. You used to be quite the fighter at the dances, you put on a show. And you used to like to drink. Are you coming from the fields?”

  “No, I’m looking for my brother Michał. He’s gone off somewhere.”

  “Doesn’t he know where he’s gone?”

  “He probably does, but in his own way.”

  “How else is he supposed to know? Everyone knows in their own way. Is he older than you or younger?”

  “Older.”

  “Then he’ll know better than you. Are your folks still alive?”

  “No, they died a long time ago.”

  “They did right. There’s no sense living too long. One war for one life, then a person should move on. Not like me, four of them. Were you in a war as well?”

  “I was. But that was a while back.”

  “I thought you might have been, cause you’ve got walking sticks.”