Grazia Deledda: 3 books

Since the days of Latin, to how few authors has it been given to obtain an European reputation! We English seem exceptionally slow in making ourselves acquainted with the works of foreigners. Dante and Cervantes, Goethe and Dumas, are perhaps no worse known among us than they are in their homes; but...

In casa Porru, nella camera dei forestieri, c'era una donna che piangeva. Seduta per terra, vicino al letto, con le braccia sulle ginocchia rialzate e la fronte sulle braccia, piangeva singultando, scuotendo la testa come per significare che non c'era, non c'era più alcuna speranza. Le sue spalle rotonde,...

Rome was near. The November moon illuminated the Campagna—an immense mother-o'-pearl moon, clear and sad. The violence of the express train was met by the violence of a raging wind. Regina dozed and was dreaming herself still at home; the rumble of the train seemed the clatter of the mill upon the...