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  Kaytek the Wizard

  by Janusz Korczak

  Translated by Antonia Lloyd-Jones

  Originally published in Polish as Kajtus´ Czarodziej in 1933

  Illustrations by Avi Katz

  English Translation Copyright © 2015, 2012 by Penlight Publications

  Copyright © by The Polish Book Institute

  Illustrations Copyright © 2015, 2012 by Penlight Publications

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  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, events or locales,

  is entirely coincidental.

  This publication has been subsidized by The Polish Book Institute –

  the © POLAND Translation Programme.

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  Cover illustration by Avi Katz.

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  Author’s Dedication

  This is a difficult book.

  I dedicate it to all the restless children,

  those who find it hard to change and improve.

  You have to want to change, very much and very deeply.

  You need to strengthen your will power.

  You need to play a useful role in life.

  Life is strange and mysterious.

  Life is like an extraordinary dream.

  Whoever has the will power and a strong desire to serve others,

  his life will be like a beautiful dream,

  even if the path to his goal was difficult,

  and his thoughts were restless.

  Maybe one day I will write the ending to this book.

  – Janusz Korczak

  Kaytek the Wizard

  Chapter One

  Kaytek likes to make bets – Kaytek goes into stores and pretends he wants to buy something, though he doesn’t have a penny

  “And so what?”

  “So nothing.”

  “Don’t you believe me?”

  “No, I don’t.”

  “Then make a bet.”

  Kaytek likes to make bets with his friends.

  “If I win, you’ll pay for us to go see a movie.”

  “All right, it’s a bet.”

  “Let’s shake on it. Don’t forget: a movie on Sunday.”

  “But wait a minute . . .”

  “See, you’re chickening out already.”

  “No I’m not, I just want to know how it’s going to work.”

  Kaytek repeats: “I’m going to go into ten stores. I’m going to pretend I want to buy something even though I haven’t a cent in my pocket.”

  “You said twelve stores . . .”

  “All right, twelve.”

  They make the bet.

  So he’ll go into each store, as if to buy something.

  It’s the final class of the day.

  And here’s the final bell.

  They’ve packed their schoolbags.

  Caps on their heads.

  “So we’re off?”

  “We’re off.”

  Down the stairs and into the schoolyard.

  Then through the gate.

  And they’re in the street.

  “I’m going to stand outside the store.”

  “Whatever you like. Just don’t laugh in the window or they’ll guess it’s a joke.”

  The first store is a pharmacy.

  Kaytek goes inside.

  The pharmacist is dispensing the medicine very slowly so he won’t make a mistake. Kaytek patiently waits his turn.

  “What’ll it be, little guy?”

  “Two exercise books please, one checkered, and one blank for drawing.”

  “I haven’t any for drawing – they all have a checkered career,” jokes the pharmacist.

  “Oh well, sorry.”

  Kaytek bows politely.

  A gentleman feels sorry for him and says: “Go to the right, next door. You’ll find them in there.”

  “Thank you.”

  He bows again and leaves.

  He tells his pal what happened.

  Next to the pharmacy there’s a store selling stationery and teaching aids.

  Kaytek goes in.

  He looks around.

  “A cream cake, please.”

  “What?”

  “I want a chocolate cake with cream.”

  “Are you blind? Can’t you see?”

  “Sure I can see.”

  Kaytek stands there, looking as if he can’t think what the problem is.

  “Do you go to school?”

  “Yes.”

  “Don’t you know where to buy cakes?”

  “They haven’t taught us that yet,” he replies, shrugging his shoulders, as if he doesn’t know what to do.

  The man loses his temper.

  “What are you waiting for?”

  “Nothing.”

  And he leaves.

  “Well?” asks his pal.

  “He got riled up. A grouchy kind of guy.”

  “He’s always like that,” says the pal. “I know this store. I never buy anything here.”

  “You should have said.”

  “I thought you’d do all right.”

  “And I did. He didn’t kill me, did he?”

  They walk on.

  Kaytek boldly enters a third store.

  It’s a food store. They have cheese, butter, sugar, herring, and whitefish.

  “Good day.”

  “Good day.”

  “Can I have some whale?”

  “Whale?”

  “Yes. Four ounces. Pickled.”

  “So who sent you?”

  “A friend. He’s waiting outside.”

  “Tell your friend he’s a rascal, and you’re a dope!”

  “So you don’t have any?”

  “No, we have not. We’ll have it later.”

  “When will that be?”

  “When it gets warmer. That’s enough now, beat it! And shut the door.”

  He carefully closes the door and tells his pal what happened.

  “Aren’t you afraid he’ll recognize you in the street?”

  “So what? They sell sea salmon. Herrings are from the sea too. What’s wrong with asking about whales?”

  “Just you wait. That’s only three stores. You can still lose.”

  “We’ll see.”

  The fourth is a tiny little store.

  It’s a shoemaker’s shop.

  The shoemaker doesn’t have any work right now.

  It’s already the dinner hour and he’s only sold a pair of laces and a can of shoe polish today.

  He’s waiting for someone to buy something.

  In comes Kaytek.


  “I’d like some cream cheese, please.”

  Either guessing it’s a joke or because he’s angry at being disturbed, the shoemaker reaches for his belt.

  “I’ll give you cheese, you clown!”

  He takes a swing.

  This time it hasn’t quite worked – Kaytek has had to make a quick escape.

  Kaytek passes by several small stores.

  He stops outside the barbershop and does some thinking.

  “But you keep doing the same thing,” says his pal. “There’s nothing smart about that.”

  “No, not if you don’t find it amusing. But you go in and try thinking up something different yourself.”

  “All right then. What will you say in here?”

  “Don’t be in such a rush. Just wait a bit. You’ll see.”

  Kaytek goes into the barbershop.

  It’s nice in there, clean and fragrant.

  There are perfumes in lots of different bottles, as well as colored soaps, combs, hair oil, and powder.

  The girl behind the cash register is reading a book.

  “What would you like, young man?” asks the barber.

  He’s young and chirpy.

  “Some hair oil to grow a king’s moustache, please.”

  “Who is it for?”

  “It’s for me.”

  The girl stops reading and looks up.

  The man opens his eyes wide.

  “What do you want a moustache for?”

  Kaytek puts on an innocent look and says:

  “For a show at school.”

  “So who are you going to be?”

  “King John Sobieski.”*

  “I can paint a moustache on you.”

  “I’d prefer a real one.”

  “But what’ll you do after the show?”

  “I’ll shave it off.”

  They laugh.

  They’ve fallen for it.

  “Give him some Eau de Cologne.”

  “I don’t want any,” says Kaytek, flinching.

  “Why not? It’ll make you smell good.”

  “I don’t want any. The boys will laugh at me. They’ll say I want to get married.”

  “Don’t you want to get married?”

  “No way. What the heck for?”

  The young people in the store are bored, so they’re happy to joke around.

  But a lady comes in to buy something and interrupts the conver­sation.

  “Come here and I’ll paint you a moustache. It’ll be just like a real one,” says the barber.

  “But you will invite us to the show, won’t you? Don’t forget,” says the girl.

  Kaytek’s friend is getting impatient.

  “What took you so long?”

  “They wanted to spray me with perfume.”

  “For free?”

  “I guess so.”

  “Why didn’t you let them?”

  “Why should they waste their stuff? It’s all right to have a joke, but I’m not a jerk. I don’t like cheats.”

  “Well, sure.”

  Kaytek goes into a store selling cleaning products. He asks for flea killer.

  The lady gives it to him.

  “That’s for fleas, bedbugs, and roaches.”

  “We don’t have any bedbugs or roaches at home. My mom said just get it for fleas.”

  “Doesn’t matter. That’s good powder, everyone buys it. Show me how much cash you have.”

  Kaytek tightly clenches his empty fist.

  “No . . . I have to ask . . . I have to do what my mom says.”

  “Well, go ask her. And tell her it costs a zloty.** Do you live far from here?”

  “Just round the corner.”

  “If you buy things here often, you’ll get candy . . . See this?”

  “Yes.”

  She shows him a jar full of candy. Kaytek leaves.

  “Thinks she’s so smart – as if I’d give her a zloty right away!” he tells his pal. “She thinks I’ll be tempted by candy. It’s been dyed those colors for sure. How many stores is that now?”

  “Six.”

  “Exactly half.”

  “OK, let’s go on.”

  “What’s your rush? Let me take a rest. My head’s already spinning.”

  But it’s nothing. Kaytek is okay. He goes into the seventh store.

  It’s a garden center.

  “Can I get a coconut palm here?” asks Kaytek.

  “We haven’t any,” says the lady.

  “Please would you look, miss? The nature teacher told me to get one.”

  “So you tell the nature teacher he’s got bats in his belfry.”

  “No he hasn’t. Our teacher knows what he’s talking about. It’s not nice to talk to children like that. You’re not allowed to insult the teacher.”

  “Get out of here, you little brat! Trying to preach morals at me!”

  “Sure it’s about morals, because you shouldn’t talk like that.”

  In the doorway he sticks out his tongue at her.

  “Pity I didn’t tell her to get stuffed and wallpapered too.”

  “Why are you so annoyed?”

  “Because I’m getting bored with all this traipsing about.”

  “Tough, you made a bet.”

  “I know that without you telling me. I started it so I’ll finish it.”

  Outside the store there’s a stall selling soda water.

  “A glass of gas, please,” says Kaytek.

  The lady fills a glass with water and hands it to him.

  And Kaytek says: “I don’t want the water, just the gas.”

  He makes another innocent face. But she doesn’t even look.

  She takes a swing and flings the water at him.

  Kaytek dodges just in time.

  She misses.

  “Go break an arm and a leg, you thief!”

  But Kaytek isn’t a jerk or a thief. He could have drunk the water and run away. And he is feeling thirsty.

  “You’re the cheat, lady.”

  He’s mad at her, and at himself.

  And at his pal.

  “Hey, listen,” he asks his pal. “What does ‘he’s got bats in his belfry’ mean?”

  “It must mean he talks garbage. You could have figured that out for yourself.”

  They stop outside a photography studio.

  “I’m coming in with you.”

  “As you wish.”

  They go inside.

  “How much do half a dozen pigeons cost?”

  “What sort of pigeons?” says the lady.

  “Carrier pigeons, for the office. We’re going to keep them on our laps.”

  “Do you have any money?”

  “Not yet. But we’re trying to get some.”

  “First go try, then come back.”

  “What are you telling them?” a man in glasses butts in. “Here we only take pictures of people. And jackasses.”

  They leave.

  Kaytek says nothing.

  Then he remembers:

  “That guy called me a jackass, the other one called me a little brat. That lady threw water at me, and that other guy wanted to thrash me.”

  But why?

  “Because I don’t have any money.”

  If he had a zloty, everyone would be polite to him.

  They’d let him in the movie theater too. And give him water – not just plain, but with juice.

  “How many stores is that?”

  “Eight.”

  “You’re wrong, that’s nine.”

  “Maybe I made a mistake.”

  They start counting: including the stallholder, it is nine.

  “OK, off
we go!”

  They go into the next store together.

  “Please show me a belt,” says Kaytek.

  He looks at it, picks it up, and tries it on. He examines the buckle. He counts the holes. He breathes on it, and gives it a rub. He makes a face.

  This belt is too thin, this one’s too dark, and that one’s too wide.

  As the young lady fetches each one, she puts the last one straight back in the box.

  “She’s afraid I’ll steal it,” thinks Kaytek.

  And no surprise. All kinds of people hang around in stores. They come along because they’re bored, but they don’t buy anything. And they really do try to steal.

  Kaytek knows that, but he’s mad at being suspected.

  And he thinks about his pal: “How bold he is now. He comes in with me, but he still can’t open his trap.”

  Finally he chooses a belt – a nice one for scouts.

  “How much is it?”

  “Two zlotys and fifty groshys.”***

  “Too expensive.”

  “How much did you think it would be, young man?”

  “My friend bought one like this for forty groshys.”

  “So go to the place where your friend bought his.”

  “All right, we will.”

  “What a pair of wise guys. One of you does the choosing, while the other cases the joint. I know your type.”

  “And I know yours.”

  She shouts abuse and chases them out of the store.

  “What would you have done if she’d called the cops?”

  “You’re dumb.”

  Kaytek knows what he’d have done. He’d have searched his pockets, as if he’d lost his money.

  But he doesn’t want to talk – his pal will just have to guess.

  “So tomorrow you’re paying for a movie.”

  He stops and waits for the answer.

  His friend hesitates.

  “I’ll ask my dad – I’m sure he’ll give it to me.”

  “And what if he doesn’t?”

  “Then next Sunday for sure.”

  Kaytek makes a face and waves a hand in an annoyed way. He’s thinking: That’s what you get if you make a bet with a squirt like him . . .

  In the tobacco store they feel sorry for Kaytek.

  He stands timidly in the corner, chewing his cap.

  “What do you want, little guy?”

  “I’m shy.”

  “Come on, tell me, I won’t hurt you.”

  “My master told me to buy three cigarettes.”

  “What kind?”

  “They’ve got an ugly name.”