Ksaver Šandor Gjalski

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Portrait of Ksaver Šandor Gjalski Ksaver Šandor Gjalski Short Stories from the Balkans (1919)

Loud laughter, merry jokes, and the tramp, tramp of horses’ feet, as they swept past.
“Is Tono there?”
“Wait. Pst!—yes—I hear his voice.”
“Is he looking this way?”
“Keep still! A—h— they are gone. Thank God! and now Janko, you must go!”
“Yes, I’ll go! Goodbye. I’ll come again.”
They did not shake hands when they said goodbye. Jagica stood long where he left her and looked after him. He walked away with long, swinging strides. His shadow hopped along beside him. Soon the white moonlight and the mist blotted him out. Then his song rang clear—a song of youth and love.
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Portrait of Ksaver Šandor Gjalski Ksaver Šandor Gjalski Short Stories from the Balkans (1919)

There was a sigh of relief, because they feared trouble on the wedding day.
The next morning the wedding procession started from Jagica’s house. The bride was pale and her eyes showed she had been weeping. With difficulty she held erect upon her head the crown, trimmed with gold-paper flowers. She wrapped her wedding mantle about her as if she shivered. When the procession reached the highway, the musicians blew a ringing blast. Suddenly Janko leaped upon them. He was ragged, barefooted, without coat or hat. In his hand he carried a club. He swung it toward Tono.
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