Lazar Glaushev: A Short Story

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When Raiko Kutrev went out of Lazar Glaushev’s house that night he was walking on the same street, towards the upper end of the town. His youngish legs were walking fast, despite the darkness and the bad cobbles. The passers-by were few; the gates from both sides of the street ¬¬– all closed. It was serene and warm spring night. Above the low overhanging wide eaves, large and lucent stars were twinkling. Such were those spring bright nights that for a short time (while the young person walked a hundred or two hundred steps), everything around was changed unnoticeably. Invisible behind the walls and roof, the fool moon presented itself on the distant horizon in the east. A silvery-blue light flowed all over the sky and all the stars sank into the …show more content…

Didn’t you see him?’ ‘Who... The Mule?’ ‘Don’t call him that. He hates you. He said you made up this nickname.’ She saw how the young chap’s teeth shone under the moon and reached them as though she wanted to touch them. He slightly caressed her hairs with his free hand –to check mayhap if they were not really on fire. The stone fence stood between them: they grasped their hands once more, looking at each other insatiably. A small dog, rustling almost unheard through the herbage, came nearer the girl, shaking his friendly-curved tail. It smell its owner once, then smell her one more time; then raised its muzzle a bit towards the fence, beyond which the young chap was standing, and turned around backwards again, rustling across the herbage. Not far away from here maiden’s cousin – Pantu The Mule was lurking in the shadow of a scrub. The dog had come from there and was heading thither again. Raiko Kutrev and the young maiden noticed nothing. She whispered again: - ‘Five days you haven’t come.’ ‘You count them pretty accurately,’ whispered he and his white teeth were still shining. He continued: ‘Don’t count ‘em. I’ll come always when I can. I come always when I can.’ ‘Come ev’ry day... Ev’ry

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