Tales and Trails

In a small unremarkable fishing village on the banks of a wide river, people lived and suffered. They suffered because they didn't know how to live well.

On a high mountain cliff, which seemed like a huge and eternal stone giant that had been looming over the raging sea for centuries, stood the house of a lonely poor man.

A traveler was returning home along the banks of a cheerful and murmuring mountain river.

In a powerful and renowned kingdom, a new king was ascending to the throne.

One woman was planning to get married.

One father had two sons — the youngest and the eldest, beloved and unloved, close-by and far-away one.

People kept coming to the countless-ages-wise gray-haired elder, one after another.

Once upon a time — and for the first time it happened many years ago and since then it happens from time to time again and again — a young man was running along the roa

The fate of the rabbit Aristarchus was not so hot.

One writer, who was fond of ancient things, had a good friend who has been visiting him from time to time.