Stanislaw Tarnowski

“ Though the horses are calm, but the German coachman
In a cold sweats among the painful contractions:
And though the carriage quietly rolling along the road...
To hear the crash like a hundred thunders – his stomach grumbles so much.
Already the deathly pallor tainted his smooth face
By God, where we rescue, where will we find a defense?
Maybe like the Almanzor will infect us with cholera
This woman trembles for the child, this man trembles for the
mother, that man trembles for the wife. . . .
Suddenly whoa! – The horses stopped. . . . . ”