Don't worry about my point of view.

I don't blame my mother; if it's you, then it's you, if it's a Pole, then it's a Pole, it's all the same to me.

I'm not to blame because you and she managed so stupidly in Berlin.

As though you could have managed things better.

Aren't you an absurd set, after that?
And does it matter to you whether I'm your son or not?
Listen," he went on, turning to me again, "he's never spent a penny on me all his life; till I was sixteen he didn't know me at all; afterwards he robbed me here, and now he cries out that his heart has been aching over me all his life, and carries on before me like an actor.