Saksagan

“Anton, my dear fellow,” the other, said, “well, you understand what I mean; God knows. You may be sure . . . confound it all!”The second bell sounded, and then the third. The sympathizing...

Stefan Zeromski (1864-1925)Zeromski is an intensely dynamic writer. Not so popular as his older contemporary Prus, he excels in the psychological analysis of his characters. In the story that follows, we feel the influence...

Round the churchyard a multitude gathered in front of a long low green farmhouse. The proprietor wept bitterly as he stood in his door-way. He was a fat, jolly-looking man, and happened to arouse...

One family, who had concealed themselves in the cellar of a large house, stood at the gratings and wildly lamented, while the father desperately brandished his pitchfork through the grating. Outside, an old bald-headed...

There had been a kermesse in this house: relatives had come to feast on waffles, hams, and custards. At the sound of the smashing of windows they crouched together behind the table, still laden...

The parishioners inquired of him in undertones, “What does he say? What is he going to do?” Others, seeing the curt: in the orchard, emerged cautiously from their huts, and women hastily came near...

They made their way toward the Golden Sun and knocked at the door. It was opened with some hesitancy, and the Spaniards entered, warmed themselves before the fire, and demanded ale. They then left...

The sisters of the dead woman and various other relatives got into the cart, and the curt: as well, for he was old and very fat and could walk only with the greatest difficulty....

After deliberating a long while in the churchyard, they decided to hide in the wood which the Spaniards were to come through, attack them if they were not too numerous, and recover Petrus Krayer`s...

Maurice Maeterlinck (1862-1949)Maurice Maeterlinck was born at Ghent in 1862. He studied for the law, but left for Paris after a short career as a lawyer. In Paris he became acquainted with several writers...