Roumanian Stories, Translated from the Original Roumanian
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Roumanian Stories, Translated from the Original Roumanian
Romania -- Social life and customs -- Fiction; Short stories, Romanian -- Translations into English
And I began to tell the above story for at least the hundredth
time. Pocovnicu maintained, among other things, that the lady put a
charm into the lining of my cap, and that the kid and the cat were
one and the same.
"May be," I said.
"She was the devil, listen to me."
"She may have been," I replied, "but if that is so, then the devil,
it seems, leads to the good."
"At first it seems to be good, to catch one, but later one sees where
it leads one."
"How do you know all this?"
"That's not your business," replied the old man, "that's another
story!"
ALEXANDRU LAPUSHNEANU
1564-1569
By C. NEGRUZZI
Jacob Eraclid, surnamed the "Despot," perished by the hand of
Shtefan Tomsha, who then proceeded to govern the land, but Alexandru
Lapushneanu, after two successive defeats at the hands of the tyrant's
forces, fled to Constantinople, succeeded in securing aid from the
Turkish army, and returned to drive out the rapacious Tomsha, and
seize for himself the throne which he never would have lost had the
boyars not betrayed him. He entered Moldavia accompanied by seven
thousand spahees and three thousand mixed troops. He also brought
with him imperial orders for Han Tatar Nogai to collect some troops
with which to come to his aid.
Lapushneanu rode with Vornic Bogdan by his side, both were mounted
upon Turkish stallions, and were armed from head to foot.
"What think you, Bogdan," he said after a short pause, "shall we
succeed?"
"How can your Highness doubt it," replied the courtier, "the country
groans under the harshness of Tomsha. The whole army will surrender
when you promise them higher pay. Those boyars who are still left
alive are only held back by fear of death, but when they see that
your Highness comes with force they will at once flock to you, and
desert the other."
"Please God we shall not be obliged to do what Voda Mircea did in
Muntenia; but as I have told you, I know our boyars, for I have lived
among them."
"This matter must be left to your Highness's sagacity."
Thus speaking they drew near to Tecuci where they halted by a wood.
"Sire," said a messenger approaching, "some boyars have arrived,
and crave an audience of your Highness."
"Let them come," replied Alexandru.
Four boyars soon entered the tent, where he was sitting surrounded
by his boyars and officers; two of them were elderly men but the
other two were young. They were Vornic Motzoc, Postelnic Veveritza,
Spancioc, the noble, and Stroici. They approached Voda Alexandru,
and bowed to the ground, but without kissing the hem of his garment
as was the custom.
"Welcome, boyars!" said Alexandru, forcing himself to smile.
"Good health to your Highness," replied the boyars.
"I have heard," pursued Alexandru, "of the affliction of the land,
and I have come to deliver it; I know the country awaits me with joy."
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