It was raining the day the teacher was supposed to arrive. This did not upset any of us, neither me, nor Felek, nor Jaś. Felek had grown a lot over the summer. He had just turned sixteen and could no longer fit into his gray uniform. The tailor should have already made him some new clothes, but mother had once again fallen ill. She had locked herself up in her apartments with old Kama, and again there was no one to come with us to Klasztorzyszcz. Jaś, always frail and thin, would go running around the park by himself; he was eight years old, four years younger than me. The rain didn't bother us, so we spent the whole day in the yard, and in the evening, smelling of wet cloth, sat down to dinner. There were dumplings with bacon and roasted cabbage with porridge. Miss Dora solemnly put down...

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