Balkan

Trembling from head to foot, casting around him sharp and sudden glances, Father Ignatius slowly raised himself and with a prolonged and tortuous effort attempted to straighten his spine and to give proud dignity...

Father Ignatius` shoulders shivered, and he lowered his eyes upon the grave of Vera. He gazed long upon the little tufts of grass uprooted together with the earth from some, open, wind-swept field and...

Father Ignatius, gazing out of his dilated eyes, as if there had arisen Nuddenly before him the frightful phantom of the mutilated corpse, lowly raised himself from his knees, and with a credulous motion...

A bright streak of moonlight fell on the windowsill, and on the floor, and, reflected by the white, carefully washed boards, cast a dim light into the room`s comers, while the white; clean bed,...

Her eyes were silent, and Father Ignatius raising his voice, spoke Btemly and powerfully, as he was accustomed to speak with penitents:“I am aware that you are under the impression that I have been...

Continuous and cold as the grave, and mysterious as death, was the silence of his daughter. The silence itself seemed to share this suffering and struggled, as it were, with the terrible desire to...

From the day of the funeral silence reigned in the little house. It was not stillness, for stillness is merely the absence of sounds; it was silence, because it seemed that they who were...

And thus, hard and erect, Father Ignatius reached the burial ground, and in the same manner he returned. Only at the door of his wife`s chamber did his spine relax a little, but this...

From that day Father Ignatius ceased to speak with his daughter, but she seemed not to notice it. As before she lay in her room, or walked about, continually wiping her eyes with the...

“And I…” The dry voice trembled, truly something had broken in it. “And I… do you think I find it easy? As if I did not see that some sorrow is gnawing at you...