Travel

But the hour had come. Mikheyich looked once more at the stars, took off his cap, made the sign of the cross, and grasped the bell-ropes. In a moment, the night air echoed with...

Where would he be a year hence? Would he again climb to this height, beneath the brass bell to awaken the slumbering night with its metallic peal, or would he be lying in a...

Vladimir Korolenko (1853-1921)Korolenko spent a great part of his life in exile. Much of his writing is based on incidents gathered in Siberia. It is surprising that his exiledid not embitter him. His stories,...

After a hardworking month or year, the normal thing is to think of a way to relax. Many and different the ways are but the most common one is to travel. Although the easiest...

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...