Waiting The dark green of the forest was stained here and there with the reds, yellows and oranges of autumn. More and more often, the blacks descended from the...
Author - Mircea Nanu-Muntean
Destiny After almost a century, here I am heading for new adventures. Pulled by horses, aided by the brook, as I was saying, I have reached the road. There...
I don't know about other people, but I, like any tree, have been wondering for some time now what my fate will be. And this, ever since...
He was about four o'clock in the morning, when he heard human speech. Two of them, it seemed. And they were approaching. There was the trot of a horse. I wonder...
→ The Beginning It was late summer. It hadn't rained for a couple of months. The meadow grass, once a raw green, had turned yellow. Only the sparrow...
The waves crashed against the rocks that here and there jutted out over the feathery sea. The old man, gray with years, wearing an overcoat of an uncertain color,...
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