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. ”

