What Vasile Saw part 1

Marie, Queen of Roumania (1875-1935)

JUST as one never thinks of Conrad as anything but an English writer, so one considers Queen Marie as Roumanian. She became, at the age of fifteen, the wife of the future King Ferdinand. Her work shows that she soon learnt the secrets of her adopted country, and that she won the hearts of the Roumanian peasantry. Her stories constitute the autobiography of a rich mind developed by contact with a country still by no means exploited for literary purposes.

This story was written in English, and was originally reprinted by permission of the author.

What Vasile Saw

It was night.

A gusty wind swept over the plain; the cold was intense. Very far above, the stars shone quite small as though they had withdrawn as far as possible from the cold upon earth, but the thick snow that covered the fields so white that it radiated a faint light over the ground. Frofn time to time the wind stirred the sleeping s

Horse Riding Tours

Visit Bulgaria for equestrian holiday Bulgaria

Come for a holiday Bulgaria and see why Bulgarians are known as a horse nation and as such they show their great respect to horses. This you can see during the ancient celebration named Todorovden (St Theodore Day) or Horse Easter which happens on the first Saturday of Lent, in the villages. This tradition is important for Bulgarians and it has practical meaning as well. These horse races test the animals’ strength, stamina and speed…

Bulgaria Horse Riding

Horse and Mankind. This is a really long story that not many of us know anymore. What we know, though about horses is that they were first domesticated in Turkey (Bulgaria shares a border with Turkey) by the Hittites. ( Continue reading

Adventure Bulgaria tour

Adventure Bulgaria tour with a pair of comfortable shoes, a camera and good mood

If you are an experienced, dedicated mountain walker or simply a person who loves walking in the nature. If you are someone who seeks the peacefulness of mountains, then you will be happy to be part of adventure Bulgaria tour. Still a country with unspoilt nature, with magnificent landscapes, challenging routes, birdwatching Bulgaria… Bulgaria is a destination yet to be discovered, many places in Bulgaria wait to be visited.

Due to its varied relief and beautiful nature Bulgaria attract many tourists. Although the territory of the country is relatively small, there are many mountains in Bulgaria, each one of them with their own beauty and energy.

Travel to Bulgaria and enjoy the clean air, magnificent landscapes, taking-the-breath scenery. And of course the energy that Bulgarian mountains offer.

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Birdwatching Bulgaria

Birdwatching Bulgaria

Bulgaria is a paradise for birdwatchers. Birdwatching Bulgaria is one of the best Bulgaria destinations for spring, summer, autumn and winter private Bulgaria holidays. Specialists recorded more than 400 bird species in Bulgaria.

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Bulgaria is a small ex-communist country where not long ago secrecy put its veil over everything. Even Bulgarians didn’t know their own border regions. Bulgarian people needed special tickets to travel to these places. Nowadays, Bulgaria tourism and birdwatching Bulgaria is becoming more popular. This is due to the Bulgarian government and the fact that communism collapsed. Another positive thing is that Bulgaria is part of

Pomorie Tours

Pomorie – private Bulgaria holidays

Private Bulgaria Holidays – Although Pomorie is not a very big town on the Southeastern Bulgarian coast, it has its beauties and attractions. A walk on its small streets will take us to the Salt Museum. It’s the only museum of the kind not only in Bulgaria, but for whole Eastern Europe. (Sofia old city tours) It opened its doors to visitors in 2002. It is a specialized outdoor museum which shows the production of salt. It’s an ancient Anchialos method and is through solar evaporation of seawater.

Private Bulgaria holidays in Pomorie – grab the many possibilities it offers

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Explore Burgas

War Memorial

Personal Tours Bulgaria from Sofia – 383 km, 3 h 40 min (Sofia walking tour)

Personal Tours Bulgaria from Plovdiv – 253 km, 2 h 30 min

Welcome to personal tours Bulgaria, Burgas

It is our pleasure to meet you in the biggest in the Southeastern part of Bulgaria cityand start personal tours Bulgaria. And Burgas is also the second biggest on the Bulgarian coast, after Varna. In order to feel like you’ve touched your dreams, you need to visit Burgas – the salt sea- breeze waft, the smell of the sea, the peacefulness of the small streets, the numerous smiling eyes that welcome you…

Burgas is a modern city. Together with the modern architecture,

The Father part 2

Eight years more rolled by, and then one day a noise was heard outside of the priest’s study, for many men were approaching, and at their head was Thord, who entered first.

The priest looked up and recognized him.

“You come well attended this evening, Thord,” said he.

“I am here to request that the banns may be published for my son; he is about to marry Karen Storliden, daughter of Gudmund, who stands here beside me.”

“Why, that is the richest girl in the parish.”

“ So they say,” replied the peasant, stroking back his hair with one hand.

The priest sat a while as if in deep thought, then entered the names in his book, without making any comments, and the men wrote their signatures underneath. Thord laid three dollars on the table.

“One is all I am to have,” said the priest.

“I know that very well; but he is my only child, I want to do it handsomely.”

The priest took th

The Father part 1

Bjornstjerne Bjornson (1832-1910)

Bjornson was one of the founders of modern Norwegian literature and as dramatist, poet, novelist, moralist and politician he was a leader of his people. His novel, Synnove Solbakken, one of his earliest works, appeared in 1857. Among his numerous and varied later writings his short tales are not the least interesting. The Father is a masterpiece in brief.

The present version was translated by R. B. Anderson and published in the volume The Bridal March, Boston, 1881.

The Father

The man whose story is here to be told was the wealthiest and most influential person in his parish; his name was Thord Overaas. He appeared in the priest’s study one day, tall and earnest.

“I have gotten a son,” said he, “and I wish to present him for baptism.”

“What shall his name be?”

“Finn—after my father.”

“And the sponsors?”

They were mentioned, and prove

Falcon part 6

He lay thus, while the herald read aloud the law, “twelve sols in silver—six ounces of flesh from near the heart—thus Sir Enguerrand protects the pleasures of the nobles.” He did not look up, when his skin was cut open, so that the smell of blood should attract the falcon, and when it plunged its beak in his breast, he did not utter a cry, merely quivered, so that the bird’s eyes flashed angrily, and it stretched out its wings as if about to flap them.

The seneschal’s daughters leaned their heads forward with a gleam of interest in their strangely dreamy eyes, but they did not raise their hands from their laps, and their robes lay as before in unruffled folds. The horses snorted at the smell of blood and stamped on the frosty ground, so that the red cloths fluttered in the blue pallor of the morning air; but Renaud lay silent, and the huntsmen stood in vain with distended cheeks and their horns at their lips, ready to drown his cry of pain.

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Falcon part 5

They formed a semi-circle, plume by plume, shoulder by shoulder, round a bush where the prisoner was tied. As the horse-cloths fluttered in the wind, red penetrated deep into the shadow, gloomy like hopeless longing, and red burned in the sunshine, light as victorious jubilation. The noble ladies’ supple necks leaned forward out of the carriage, and their conical hoods formed one line with the sloping contours of their shoulders.

They were like herons, Renaud thought, and he almost expected them to utter shrill cries when the notes of the horns fell far away like projected stones, and all grew silent. But when he saw them more clearly, with their thin, straight lips and strangely dreamy eyes, which were always directed in cold ecstasy toward something infinitely distant, and the indolent white hands in their laps and the long folds of their robes, then they seemed to him wondrously beautiful like the richest images of saints with dimly burning candle flames at their fee