Ο ξενιτεμένος
Χρήστος Χρηστοβασίλης, 1892
A village mistakes a snowbound stranger for a ghost, argued out in vivid detail. Two old women and a tahunplounnand forty years of waiting, told in a language that still tastes of the mountains.
1861–1937
Christovasilis, a folklorist from Evrytania, wrote in the spoken idiom at a time when prose was still mostly katharevousa. He collected some of these stories himself in the villages of Evrytania.
Feels like home, memory and melancholy.
How one village argues itself into believing a ghost is the devil himself.
Ὅλον τὸν νοῦ τους τὸν εἶχαν στὸ ἴσκιωμα καὶ πλειότερο ἐκεῖνες, ποῦ πῆγαν τὸ βράδυ στὸν ποταμὸ γιὰ νερὸ. Ἡ μιὰ ἔλεγε πῶς εἶδε, ὅτι τὸ ἴσκιωμα εἶχε γένεια μακρυά, ὣς τὰ γόνατα, ἡ ἄλλη, ὅτι εἶχε κἄτι νύχια, Παναγιά μου! μακρυὰ καὶ σουβλερά μιὰ πιθαμή μακρύτερα ἀπὸ τὰ δάκτυλά του, ἄλλην ὅτι τὸ μουλάρι δὲν εἶχε οὐρά, κι’ ἐκεῖνο τὸ πρᾶμμα, ποῦ φαίνονταν σἂν οὐρὰ εἶταν ἡ οὐρὰ τοῦ ἰσκιωματιοῦ. Ἄλλες πάλε ἔλεγαν ἄλλα, σὲ τρόπο, ποῦ μποροῦσε κανένας νὰ πιστέψῃ − ἂν πίστευε τὰ γυναικίσια λόγια − ὅτι τὸ ἴσκιωμα ἐκεῖνο εἶταν χίλιων λογιῶν, καὶ ὅτι εἶταν ὁ ἴδιος ὁ Ζερζεβούλης. Χρήστος Χρηστοβασίλης, 1892
A village mistakes a snowbound stranger for a ghost, argued out in vivid detail. Two old women and a tahunplounnand forty years of waiting, told in a language that still tastes of the mountains.
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