Zacharias Papantoniou,
The High Mountains — The Story of Yannis from Yeuse
“ No bird passed over without settling on its top.Drops of its resin were like amber, its murmuring that of a river, its coolness tended the injured.It seems that in its trunk there slept a fairy; that's what they say. Nowhere was there a pine so big; the oldest people remember it. Even Grandpa sat in its shade. Up until one year when Yannis from Yeuse came, and he made a cut with an axe for the resin. And the year after he cut it once more. And as he had taken resin for two years, Yannis began to count all the wood he would have if he cut it down completely. ”
