Kazanlak

South AmericaIntroductionFrom the very earliest years following the conquest of Spanish America in the Sixteenth Century there have been Spanish- American writers, and though some of the most famous of them, like Alarcon and...

But what was it that the Son of God was bearing on his shoulders— something dark and heavy and enormously large.His Cross! Christ too was carrying His Cross, why? oh! why..So lightly did He...

Why war? why suffering and cold and sacrifices when life might be easy—why? why? Why a God in the Heavens… too far off? Why symbols and superstitions and prejudices that had no clear meaning,...

Others rose to examine the longed-for wood Vasile had brought and exclamations of all kinds arose.The prisoners raised their heads and stared with sullen eyes at those who were talking. But Vasile was dumb....

With a rapid movement Vasile seized the first cross and tried to pull it from the frozen ground. … The cross resisted—resisted like a tree with roots deep down in the ground, resisted like...

Vasile crossed himself instinctively, murmuring under his breath a prayer for the dead. He stood gazing in a dazed way at those three melancholy effigies, vaguely wondering the end of whose road they marked....

“Wood—wood! I was to find wood,” he grumbled. “Where in this damned desert is there any wood I wonder! My God, what a night!The wind cuts like a whip and the snow it drives...

Vasile shrugged his shoulders. “As you will,” he said, slinging his gun upon his back and without further protest set out, wading with stiff movements through the deep uneven snow, little caring which way...

A gust of wind whirled up a great wave of snow and each man turned so as to meet the onslaught with his back.“A night for wolves,” said one.“A night for the devil,” said...

Their burly guardians paid little attention to them; in short sentences which the wind seemed to rend, they were talking to their only young companion who stood leaning on his gun as in summer...