Stories by Foreign Authors: Polish, Greek, Belgian, Hungarian — John Shaqi
Stories by Foreign Authors: Polish, Greek, Belgian, Hungarian
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Stories by Foreign Authors: Polish, Greek, Belgian, Hungarian
Short stories -- Translations into English
Quiet! the watchful picket hears that some one is approaching. Of
course, they are coming to relieve the guard.
Suddenly some voice is heard above Skavinski,--
"Here, old man! Get up! What's the matter?"
The old man opens his eyes, and looks with wonder at the person
standing before him. The remnants of the dream-visions struggle in his
head with reality. At last the visions pale and vanish. Before him
stands Johnson, the harbor guide.
"What's this?" asked Johnson; "are you sick?"
"No."
"You didn't light the lantern. You must leave your place. A vessel from
St. Geromo was wrecked on the bar. It is lucky that no one was drowned,
or you would go to trial. Get into the boat with me; you'll hear the
rest at the Consulate."
The old man grew pale; in fact he had not lighted the lantern that
night.
A few days later, Skavinski was seen on the deck of a steamer, which
was going from Aspinwall to New York. The poor man had lost his place.
There opened before him new roads of wandering; the wind had torn that
leaf away again to whirl it over lands and seas, to sport with it till
satisfied. The old man had failed greatly during those few days, and
was bent over; only his eyes were gleaming. On his new road of life he
held at his breast his book, which from time to time he pressed with
his hand as if in fear that that too might go from him.
THE PLAIN SISTER
BY
DEMETRIOS BIKELAS
From "Tales from the AEgean." Translated by L.E. Opdycke. Published by
A.C. McClurg & Co.
Copyright, 1894, by A.C. McClurg & Co.
I.
Mr. Plateas, professor of Greek in the Gymnasium of Syra, was returning
from his regular afternoon walk.
He used to take this walk along the Vaporia, but since they had begun
to build a carriage road to Chroussa--at the other end of the
island--he bent his steps in that direction, instead of pacing four
times up and down the only promenade in Syra. He followed the
road-building with great interest, and went farther and farther from
week to week. His learned colleagues said he would finally get to
Chroussa,--when the road was finished; but at this time--that is, in
1850--the Conservative party in the town regarded the expense as
useless and too heavy for the resources of the commune, and so the work
had been stopped for some months.
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