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9 de ago. de 2012 · The Republic of the Southern Cross, and other stories by Bryusov, Valery Yakovlevich, 1873-1924. Publication date 1919 Publisher New York, R.M. McBride ...
27 de oct. de 2016 · The Republic of the Southern Cross, and other stories Contents: The Republic of the Southern Cross -- The marble bust -- For herself or for another -- In the mirror -- The "Bemol" shop of stationery -- Rhea Silvia -- Eluli, son of Eluli -- In the tower. Credits: Produced by Chuck Greif, MFR and the Online Distributed
The gloomy streets, lit up by the glare of bonfires of furniture and books, can be imagined. They obtained fire by striking iron on flint. Crowds of drunkards and madmen danced wildly about the bonfires. Men and women drank together and passed the common cup from lip to lip.
- Introduction Valery Brussof
- The Republic of The Southern Cross
- The Marble Bust: A Tramp’s Story
- For Herself Or For Another
- In The Mirror
- Protection: A Christmas Story
- The “Bemol” Shop of Stationery from The Life of “One of The Least of these.”
- Rhea Silvia A Story from The Life of The Sixth Century
- Eluli, Son of Eluli A Story of The Ancient Phœnicians
- In The Tower A Recorded Dream
VALERY BRUSSOF is a celebrated Russian writer of the present time. He isin the front rank of contemporary literature, and is undoubtedly verygifted, being considered by some to be the greatest of living Russianpoets, and being in addition a critic of penetration and judgment, awriter of short tales, and the author of one long historical novel fromt...
THERE have appeared lately a whole series of descriptions of thedreadful catastrophe which has overtaken the Republic of the SouthernCross. They are strikingly various, and give many details of amanifestly fantastic and improbable character. Evidently the writers ofthese descriptions have lent a too ready ear to the narratives of thesurvivors from ...
HE had been tried for burglary, and sentenced to a year’s imprisonment.I was struck by the behaviour of the old man in court and by thecircumstances under which the crime had been committed. I obtainedpermission to visit the prisoner. At first he would have nothing to dowith me, and would not speak; but finally he told me the story of hislife. “You...
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When Basmanof overtook the tall lady he raised his hat deferentially andbowed to her. But the lady showed no sign of recognition. “Is it possible you do not recognise me, Elizavieta Vasilievna?” askedBasmanof, speaking in Russian. After some hesitation the lady answered in Russian, though with a slightaccent. “Pardon me, but you’ve probably made a mistake. I am not an acquaintanceof yours.”{45} “Elizavieta Vasilievna!” exclaimed Basmanof deeply hurt by such a reply.“Surely you must recognise...
III
Mme. Sadikova gave no signs of ever having previously known Basmanof.Quite the contrary; she treated him as someone whom she had never metbefore. They talked about unimportant matters, connected chiefly withlife at the watering-place. Mme. Sadikova’s conversation was interestingand clever, and she appeared to be very well read. But when Basmanoftried to pass to more intimate, more painful questions his companionlightly and deftly evaded them. Everything convinced Basmanof that she was Elizavi...
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Then the second game began, a more cruel one perhaps than the first.Mme. Sadikova called herself Elizavieta and treated Basmanof as an oldacquaintance. When he spoke of the past she pretended to{51}remember thepersons and events of which he spoke. When he, all trembling, remindedher of her love for him, she, laughing, agreed that she had loved him;but she hinted that in the course of time this love had died down, asevery flame dies down. In order to play her part conscientiously, Mme. Sadikov...
I HAVE loved mirrors from my very earliest years. As an infant I weptand trembled as I looked into their transparently truthful depths. Myfavourite game as a child was to walk up and down the room or thegarden, holding a mirror in front of me, gazing into its abyss, walkingover the edge at every step, and breathless with giddiness and terror.Even a...
COLONEL R. told me this story. We were staying together at the estate ofour mutual relatives, the M’s. It was Christmas-time, and in thedrawing-room one evening the talk turned on ghosts. The Colonel took nopart in the conversation, but when we were alone together—we slept inthe same room—he told me the following story. This happened five-and-twent...
AS soon as Anna Nikolaevna had finished school a place was found for heras saleswoman in the stationery shop “Bemol.”[A]Why the shop was calledby this name would be difficult to say; probably music had once beensold there. It was situated in a turning off one of the boulevards, hadfew customers, and Anna Nikolaevna used to spend whole days almostal...
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After the occupation of Rome by Narses, life in the city began to takemore or less its ordinary course. The ruler established himself on thePalatine, some of the desolated rooms of the Imperial palace wererenovated for him, and in the evenings they were lit up with lamps. TheByzantines had brought money with{104}them, and trade in Rome began torevive. The main streets became comparatively safe and the impoverishedinhabitants of the empty Campagna brought provisions into Rome to sell.Here and...
III
In the spring following the triumphal procession of Narses Maria was oneday wandering near the ruined walls of the baths of Trajan, when shenoticed that in one place, where evidently the Esquiline Hill took itsrise, there was a strange opening in the ground, like an entrancesomewhere. The district was a deserted one; all around there were onlydeserted and uninhabited houses; the pavements were broken and the steepslope of the hill was overgrown with tall grass. After some effort Mariasucceede...
IV
After that day Maria spent still more of her time looking at thewonderful bas-relief. She would take a scanty luncheon with her, as wellas a torch, so that she might stay some hours longer in the undergroundpalace, which she considered to be more her own home than her father’shouse. She would lie on the cold and slippery floor in front of thesculptured daughter of Numitor, and by the faint light of her resinoustorch{117}she would gaze for long hours at the features of the slendermaiden sleepi...
II
Next day, even before the sun had risen, their labours were resumed.They began to excavate the magnificent tomb which they had come acrossthe evening before. It was evident that the Phœnician settlementwould show itself much more significant than they had at first supposed.At least, the tomb they had discovered had clearly belonged to a richand powerful family, several generations of which had not only spenttheir whole lives under the inhospitable skies of equatorial Africa, buthad also prepa...
III
Late that night, when Dutrail was already sleeping the sound sleep of awearied man, he was suddenly awakened by Bouverie. The old man hadlighted a candle, and by its light he seemed still paler than usual. Hishair was in disorder, his whole appearance indicated an extreme degreeof terror. “What is the matter, Bouverie?” asked Dutrail. “You’re ill?” Though it was difficult to struggle against his desire to sleep, Dutrailmade an effort to awake, remembering the serious illness of his oldfriend....
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On the morrow, logic and the obviousness of Dutrail’s arguments gainedthe day. Bouverie agreed that his vision had been the result of afeverish delirium. He also agreed that it would be a crime againstscience and against humanity to fill up the excavations of the tomb. Thework went on with the former enthusiasm. And in the tomb of Eluli and inothers near it they found even more precious historical things. Thefriends only awaited the arrival of the steamer with the necessary toolsand some Euro...
THERE is no doubt that I dreamed all this, dreamed it last night. True,I never thought that a dream could be so circumstantial and soconsecutive. But none of the events of this dream have any connectionwith what I am experiencing now or with anything that I can remember.Yet how otherwise can a dream be differentiated from reality except inthis way—...
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