Bulgarian

Sofia was very happy, very happy. For this reason she wept, sobbing heartily, her head buried in her pillow.Three months had passed, Lulu`s marriage was still postponed. Every once in a while her mother,...

“Lulu did not expect you—I am sorry—”“Oh, it does not matter,” interrupted Roberto.The interruption was too quick, and hardly flattering to the absent one. “And you did not go?” he resumed.“No, you know I...

“No; he is going to his club, where there is a directors` meeting. I am going to profit by it and go to the Dellinos` ball, and shall dance until to-morrow morning.”“And when he...

“What are you doing here, Donna Sofia Santangelo? Are you reading?”“Yes, I was reading.”“And you did not even care to stand on the balcony?”“And if I had?”“Pshaw! I had to stay upstairs, for Albina,...

We shall take a trip through Italy, but without haste, taking short journeys, enjoying every comfort, stopping where we please, seeing even the most insignificant things. We will thus occupy three months; no, that...

But this afternoon he lay stretched out in an armchair, one leg crossed over the other, a book in his hand, with the fixed determination of reading. The book was interesting; yet, new and...

“Have I said anything wrong?”“No, dear, no; you are right. When one loves one marries. It is difficult to awaken love,” and she sighed softly.An irritated manner“Awaken love, awaken love!” repeated Lulu, in an...

“I will stop, I will stop. Well, then, at the races we sat in the front row on the grand stand. Paolo Lovato came and presented a handsome young man to us, Roberto Montefranco....

Matilde Serao (1856-1927)Matilde Serao was born at Patras, Greece, in 1856, and was the most distinguished of the older generation of modern Italian women writers. She began her literary career as a follower of...

The smothering canopy was then lowered, but not so noiselessly as I had seen it lowered. When I mentioned this to the Sub-prefect, his answer, simple as it was, had a terrible significance, “My...