M. Gorky

dedicated to my son On the floor beneath the window of a small, dusky room lay my father, remarkably long and all dressed in white; the toes of his bare feet were strangely widespread, and the fingers of his gentle hands, now quietly crossed on his breast, were likewise distorted. The dark discs...

Many solitary graves are scattered through the woods of Kerzhenetz. The bones of old hermits, devotees of ancient sects, rot within these graves, and about one such hermit, Antippa by name, the village folk of the Kerzhenetz region recount the following story. Antippa Lunyev, a rich peasant of...

THE STRIKE The tram-car employees in Naples were on strike: a string of empty cars stxetched the entire length of the Riviera di Chiaia and a crowd of conductors and drivers, jolly, voluble Neapolitans, as volatile as quick-silver, had gathered on Piazza della Vittoria. Above their heads over...

About two years after the emancipation, the parish of the Church of St. Nikola notioed an "outsider" at Mass on Transfiguration day. Through the thick of the crowd he pushed, rudely jostling the people, and set up massive candles before the icons most revered in the town of Dryomov. A man of...

I Every day the factory whistle shrieked tremulously in the grimy, greasy air above the workers' settlement. And in obedience to its summons sullen people, roused before sleep had refreshed their muscles, came scuttling out of their little grey houses like frightened cockroaches. They walked...

dedicated to my son On the floor beneath the window of a small, dusky room lay my father, remarkably long and all dressed in white; the toes of his bare feet were strangely widespread, and the fingers of his gentle hands, now quietly crossed on his breast, were likewise distorted. The dark discs...