Grazia Deledda,
Ashes (Cenere): A Sardinian Story
“ Anania watched in anguish, his soul oppressed by a tremendous thought.Then came the police. Two of the brawlers ran away, the rest calmed down, the women shut themselves into their houses. In a short time all was silence, broken only by the distant rumble of a carriage, by the hoarse croaking of the frogs.But in Anania's soul dolorous tumult raged still. Alas! the illumined sea which had flooded his soul while he poured over his letters on the hill of Bonaria, had grown dark, and was tossed and torn by tempest."Oh God! oh God! grant she may be dead. Have pity on me, Lord!" ”
