A market festival occurred there every year in mid-September for the feast of Cyprian, the martyred Christian bishop of Africa in the third century....
This empire’s sway at the outermost boundaries of territory changed little in the eastern provinces. Though there had been military alarms and excursions in...
“Friend Alfio,” began Turridu after he had walked quite a bit of the way beside his companion, who remained silent, with his cap drawn...
Now that the husband was home again, Turridu no longer wasted his days in the little street, but drowned his sorrow at the tavern...
“I am crazy about you,” Turridu would say; “I am losing my sleep and my appetite.”
“I dont believe it!”
“I wish I was the son...
“Id like to take her from under his very eyes, the dirty dog!” he muttered.
Across from Alfios house lived Master Cola, the vine-grower, who...
“It is a blessing to have sight of you!” said he.
“Oh, friend Turridu, I was told that you came back around the first of...
Giovanni Verga (1840—1922)
With Verga we find ourselves in modern times. The dawn of the Nineteenth Century found Italy in the full flood of that...
Phaedrus (15 B.C.?—55 A.D.?)
It was the chief distinction of this writer to have collected the Fables of Jesop (or whoever it was who wrote...
Maidservant
But she was ill-pleased by such commonplace consolation, and smote her breast more violently than ever, tearing out her hair and throwing it upon...
