Chương 48: 48 Brothel
The next day I woke up between Sveta and Teofila, the night was very interesting for me and very awkward for both women ... It was the first such experience for them, but they will have to get used to it. I got dressed quickly and walked over to the bed with the intention of waking Sveta and Teofila, but hesitated ...
"It makes no sense to wake them up ... let them rest." (MC)
I went to my office, sending letters was now my highest priority, of course these letters will not change much, but I will be the first to report it. I sealed the prepared letters and called for Secretary Kowalski.
"Please send a few people with these letters, if possible, let them leave today. The most important ones are to the Grand Chancellor of the Crown Andrzej Lipski, Lew Sapieha and Aleksander Gosiewski." (MC)
"And the rest of the letters?" (Secretary Kowalski)
"Theses are important, but they can wait a few days ... after reflection, the letter to Stanisław Potocki is also important." (MC)
After the orders had been issued, I returned to writing a book about the Habsburgs.
The next three weeks not much happened in my life, I went back to my old routine ... I started each day with some training, then breakfast and work until noon, then another meal and return to work ... sometimes with breaks for playing with Sveta or Teofila.
and in the evenings I always tried to spend with my lovers. Sveta used my permission and brought Piotr to my office almost every day, at first I tried to ignore him, but a crying baby ... is one of the most annoying things in the world... August 5 was approaching, the first birthday of Sveta's son ... this time flies quickly. I decided to show goodwill and went to one of the local carpenters to order some toys ... some wooden blocks, a rocking horse and a wooden leg-powered carriage ... seeing the Flintstones as a child paid off. I had no remorse that I did not care for him ... even these gifts were more to please Sveta ... I just disliked children, not only my bastard, but every child.
Of course, life is never made of roses, and if they are roses, they also have thorns ... despite many attempts to save his life, Cyryl died at the beginning of August, and in the vicinity of Jazłowiec there was also a pogrom of Jews, organized by several Orthodox Christians, although religious tensions they always are, until now they have not been that extreme. I wanted to punish the perpetrators of this act, but the Jews themselves asked me not to, for fear that it would only worsen the situation. However, I couldn't let them get away with it. My land, my right ... although I used a legal catch to punish them. They were not convicted of killing Jews, but of perpetrating a robbery on the road, for which there was a death penalty, by impalement.
"Lord, a letter from Warsaw, from the King." (Secretary Kowalski)
I was expecting something like this, sooner or later the King had to turn his attention to me. I took the letter from Kowalski, broke the seal and started reading ... It was nothing but a summons to the Royal Palace for audiences.
"Please prepare horses and a few men for me, I'm leaving for Warsaw tomorrow." (MC)
"Something happened?" (Secretary Kowalski)
"I don't know, I was invited to an audience with the King." (MC)
"The King? May good God keep him well." (Secretary Kowalski)
I looked at Kowalski ... I know the King has his followers, my father was one of them, but...
"I will not go to Warsaw on foot, the horses have to be ready in the morning ... you can go." (MC)
The next morning, I took with me some ducats and thalers, five people, and traveled to the capital ... which we managed to reach after 20 days. As I did not have my property in the city or in the surrounding area, I had to rely on rooms in the inn. After arranging the accommodation, I immediately went to the Royal Palace.
Warsaw was an ugly city, at least for my taste ... dirty streets, lots of people, it stank. Getting to the city itself required a lot of patience, the only bridge on the Vistula River was destroyed by an ice floe in 1603, of course, the bridge was rebuilt, which was done in 1864 ... As William Shakespeare wrote in Hamlet, "There are more things in Heaven and Earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy." ... it is a pity that he did not add that most of them are in Poland.
261 years of rebuilding the bridge ... it's almost like Ikea furniture. Well, the 21st century or the 17th century, they are not different from each other ... different monkeys, the same circus.
After reaching the Royal Palace, talking to a million guards and insignificant people, I was scheduled for audiences in two days ... which meant that I could go crazy for the next two days, nightlife, whores and alcohol.
Of course, all the brothels were located on the outskirts of the city, and the city executioner and his wife controlled them... I searched a bit in the dark, didn't know which brothels are good and which to avoid ... but I had a simple test for that. Pussy is unlike weed, if you can smell it from across the room, it's not good stuff.
At night, on the streets of the capital, you could meet three types of people, whores, clients and guards, an honest citizen at these hours slept at home. After less than an hour of searching, I managed to find a house where you could meet women whose love was sincere, as long as the purse was full.
I woke up the next morning in the company of two women, average beauty, ordinary women like you see hundreds in the streets. I got dressed, took out my purse and although the fee was in advance, I decided to leave them a tip of 1 ducat ... sometimes my heart is too good... Who knows, maybe they sell themselves because they have a lot of children at home, or they need alcohol ... who am I to judge them.
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