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But there were very few hens: since the attack that bloodthirsty

Buzzard Dobrzynski had made on the hencoop at the time of the

foray, when he had annihilated Zosia's establishment, without

leaving a bit for medicine,190 Soplicowo, once famous for its

poultry, had not yet managed to blossom out again with new birds.

For the rest, there was a great abundance of all the sorts of

meats that could be gathered from the house and from the

butchers' shops, from the woods and from the neighbours, from

near and from far: you would have said that the only thing

lacking was bird's milk. The two things that a generous man

requires in order to give a feast were united at Soplicowo:

plenty and art.