Waiting The dark green of the forest has been stained here and there with the red, yellow or orange of autumn. The blacks descended...
Author - Mircea Nanu-Muntean
Destiny After almost a century, here I am heading for new adventures. Pulled by horses, helped by...
The Feaster I don't know about others, but I, like any tree, have been wondering for a while now...
Cumpene It was about four o'clock in the morning, when he heard a man speak. There were two of them. And they were approaching. There was...
→ The beginning It was late summer. It hadn't rained for a couple of months. The grass of the meadows...
The waves broke against the rocks that here and there jutted above the feathery sea. The old man, wizened...
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