Genitive and accusative
Not even in the middle of Decembers, and already I have the last Polish hour this yearly behind me. Well that my scholarship was extended. Because still nothing penetrated. Nothing at all. Into consciousness. The understanding. The fingertips. Of this language. On the contrary. I have the feeling, everything would evaporate. The head in pure air dissolve. Perfectly. The thoughts. The brain. The cells. Would be somewhere outside. Of me. The body except itself. And except me. Decomposed into individual Martinwörter. In the gymnastic area under the roof. In the culture club „Wola”. „Wola” is still a Warsaw urban district. In my soul. On the other hand I do not arrive. The Rabsztyńska road. There I lived in that year, in which I worked in Warsaw. And toward its end we married. One does not have to do with the other anything. Nothing at all. No Taxifahrer knew, where she is. This Rabsztyńska road. In Wola. And here spinal column. Shoulders. Poor one. Unfolding the Seidenkokons. Or Chinese Chan SI gong. And I am afraid now. Whatever. To say. To write. Are on the Lauer. And control yourself. In order to make no stupidities. A sentence from the open dictionary. On the screen of the laptop. Behind the text. In the next window. Continuously I look something after. In a window. Completed verb form. In that window. A verb of the unfinished movement. In the Polish one one goes as it were the whole life into the school and can never stop. To go. I lost the innocence. The question marks bore themselves into my forehead. Determined does not go in such a way. In the Polish one. And Grażynka paints me here equal a red keep smiling into the text. A Emotikon. A normal smile. Or a verschmitztes. I lost the confidence. In Wola Justowska. Today the last lesson. In this year. As good that my scholarship was extended. Today genitive and accusative. The inflection of the nouns. The male-animated forms. The not-male-animated forms. That is called the special forms. Martin the older one in the room under me laughs at me that I think over it, why genitivus „dopełniacz “is called Polish and acusativus „biernik “. Over the fact that the word must have „biernik” in my opinion etymologisch similar roots (and therefore also a similar meaning) as „bierny” [passively], „bierność” [Passivität] - and „dopełniacz “as „dopełnić” [fills up]. He laughs and reads „private correspondences “in the Lemberger courier from the year 1892. And for me everything is sudden a problem. Linguistically. I do not know, for example whether the word is „osoba” [person] a person or a thing. Whether it a noun of female sex is or an not-male-animated thing. And whether between and the other one at all a difference exists. The teacher threw today completely thoughtlessly the thoughts into my note booklet that actually nobody can say, whether it concerns here around a genitive or an accusative. This famous „kogo/co” [whose/that], which one me into the head gehauen has like an axe, already in the first Polish hour, in the first moments in this country, during the first contacts with this language. „Kogo/co “- seemed to me always absolutely inappropriate. But all repeated it passionless. Whose. Which. The students of the Polonistik. In the stickigen university library. After each verb. The movement. Or emotion. Buy. Whose/which? Love. Whose/which? Memory. Whose/which? Zuzia. My God. As long is that ago. Whose/which? I never believed in this question. And therefore I do not know until today. Why Mr. X in the Polish one buys Mercedes or a Fiat in the genitive. And Mr. Y a car. In the accusative. Why the one genitive-possessed. The other accusative leaving. Is. And now suddenly everything blurs. It remains unclear whether this genitive is not actually an identical accusative. All write today enamels and sms - in the Polish one in the genitive. The postman still hands each written letter out in the accusative. Today I lost the last confidence. Into my fingertips. Computer keys. And grammar terms. Wherein to the Henker does the male animatingness of a car of the mark Fiat lie?
