Na Wsi

I should really write something about this one, Kasia. In fact, I've been meaning to. Just why it feels--to me, at least--so absolutely Polish. I know that in part it's the off-handedness of everything--music in the countryside, violinist and cows, that ancient accordion, ambiguous figures behind--and a clear sense of late afternoon light. The "student haircut" of the young man seated--his narrow arms, orange shirt--uneven cuffs and scrappy shoes. And then the girl to his right--her narrow build, but taut--the tendons on her neck--and a dark striped skirt straight from Mazowsze... The other fellow alongside, attentive to what's going on--who knows, he might respond in Latin--a medieval madrigal, hand-held drum...