“Oh my God,” Anna cried, as the militiamen threw Joska’s inert body at her feet. “What happened?”
Her husband was covered with blood. A tooth hung out of his mouth, and a swollen eye was barely open.
“Keep an eye on your man, old woman, and perhaps he won’t get into trouble again,” one of them said. He gave Joska a parting kick with his spurred boot, and they left, their long plumes shivering over their helmets.
“Can you move?” she asked Joska. He moaned. She couldn’t lift him, so she had to wash him off just as he was, lying by their gate. They must have beaten him with truncheons. There were bruises everywhere. She was grateful for the vine that grew along their fence. At least no one would see him in this condition.
When Joska came to, he cried out in pain.
“What happened?” she asked. “Did you get into a fight?”
“No,” he said, “not he, she. Water.”
— Chapter 27. The Maidservant’s Book (1939)