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Neighbor part 4

Husband! He had never thought of that.Suddenly a cold sweat appeared on his brow. He went out and roamed until dawnaround the quiet, moonlit lake, filled with the reflection of bright starswhich resembled greenish sparkling fireflies.

He was just about to lie down, when a tap,tap, tap sounded on the window pane. His charming neighbor appeared, just likethe dawn, golden and blushing, rose-like and white, in a lace morning gown, herlovely blue eyes still heavy with sleep. She held a little finger to her red,sinful lips, luscious and sanguine, as a sign of silence.

“I found no peace throughout the night,” hewhispered, pale and weary.

“Do not fear. I understand you. Do not fear,Peter; I am true to you alone!”

And only the trembling of a flower from herbreath remained, as Tkalac extended his hungry arms towards the quiet, bloomingwindow, lit by the first rays of the sun, while from above was heard theunpleasant voice of a man, s

Neighbor part 3

“Be righteous, Pero, not being successfulas a soldier. Even be a laborer, but remain honest as all your ancestors. Hereis a revolver which may be of use to you, even for yourself, in case of anyshame you may commit, to yourself or to me. It is better to die honorably thanto live in disgrace.”

And Tkalac found, in the disorder of hisluggage, which was like that of a gipsy`s, a photograph, and although it wasquite dark, a lady, somewhat gray-haired, stepped out of the picture—she wasstill of a girlish build, pale, attractive, dark-eyed, with a permanent, sadsmile—and this foreigner, after two years of dissipation, pressed this dear,lifeless relic to his lips, weeping like a child before going to sleep, greatbig tears; and consoled by the shadow of his dead mother, he fell asleepwithout so much as removing his clothes.

He was abruptly awakened by a tapping on the window. Knowing every emotion except fear, he was greatly surprised and thought he

Neighbor part 2

From the huge yard, transformed into a garden, was wafted an agreeable breeze. A canary was heard singing from a nearby window, and elsewhere a sweetly grieving strain from a Chopin ballad was audible. Tkalac followed the curling smoke of his cigarette, dreaming, with eyes open, like a savage. Suddenly he winced. On his bare, perspiring neck, he felt some drops. He wiped them off with his hand-kerchief, but, alas, rain again, and from a clear June sky. The young man turned his head, and above, from the upper window among the flower-pots and blossoms, there blushed a beautiful woman who lacked words to excuse herself and was powerless to turn her eyes from his confused countenance.

Foreign French

“Along with your beautiful flowers, you arealso watering nettle, madame,” he finally said in his foreign French which,reminding them so much of a child`s prattle, caused him to be well liked by theladies.

“I am too far away to be hurt,” she

Neighbor part 1

Croatian

ANTUN GUSTAV MATOS – (1873-1914)

Antun Gustav Matos was the son of a village schoolmaster. Shortly after his birth he was taken to Zagreb, where he received his early education. Later he went to Vienna and studied veterinary medicine, but as that failed to interest him he went to Prague. Being without a degree, he was drafted into the army as a private. He was sent to prison for violating some military rule, but escaped to Belgrade, where he played in the orchestra of the Royal Theatre. After many wanderings through Europe, he was pardoned and returned to Zagreb, where he worked as a journalist and teacher. There he did a great deal of miscellaneous writing. He died of cancer in 1914. Matos was a literary radical and a “Realist.” As critic, teacher, and novelist, he did more than any other prose writer to develop a native Croatian literature.

The Neighbor is one of his most vivid shortstories. It is here published for the first t