Story World: A Vendetta.

- The splendor of the story of the world's best creators ...

- Original Creator - The. Mopasa Introduction-Paresh Vyas

- He had no brother, not even a cousin. There was no man in the family who could avenge the murder. Anne's mother, an old single woman, kept thinking about it

'Varta' was created for the first time in Gujarati language. It was 100 years old last year. On this occasion, a unique celebration was held by publishing classic stories of famous creators of Gujarat in 'Gujarat Samachar'. A treasure trove of Gujarati stories received a warm response from readers. After that, it is now presented to the readers of 'Gujarat Samachar' - the splendor of the works of the world's foremost storytellers ...

(Note: According to Gujarati Lexicon, 'Vendeta' means murder instead of murder, hardware, vulgarity, bloody victimization. If there are people then it is a real fight. There are fights and even murders. And then we have to take revenge. Most of our films It is based on the same theme: William Shakespeare said: "If you hurt me, I will not take revenge?" It was a custom of revenge on the French island of Corsica in the Mediterranean Sea, known as the Code of Vendetta.

Just to be.

The story was first published in the French newspaper Le Gulva on October 18, 19.

After the death of Pa Olo Saverini, his widow now lives alone with her son in a small, miserable house on the outskirts of the town of Bonifatio. The town was situated on a sloping outcrop of the mountains. The town was located on the southernmost tip of Sardinia, a huge island under Italian control in the Mediterranean Sea. This is what the town is like. On the other side, there was a crack in the cliff rising towards the shore, which was surrounded by water. Once every two weeks an antique steamer would whistle and then take the passengers to the port of Ajaccio in France.

If we look at this town, all these houses in clusters on a white mountain look like a separate white spot. The houses look like nests of wild birds, clinging to the top of a mountain, and in front of them is a vast ocean where ships rarely go. The wind was constantly blowing and the sand of the coast was blowing towards the bay of the ocean. On the shore many sharp rocks are visible above the water from which innumerable foam waves are coming and going and it seems as if a black carpet is floating on the sea water and is being pulled far and wide. Saverini's house seemed to be hanging on the edge of the cliff, and if we looked out of its three windows, we could see such a turbulent and desolate scene everywhere.

She lived there alone, her son Antoine and their pet dog Semilant, the offspring of a shepherd's dog who had been trained to look after sheep, a gigantic thin animal, with long bushy hair. He took his young son with him when he went hunting.

One night a fight broke out and Nicholas Rawlati tricked Antoine Savarini into stabbing him in the chest and then fled to Sardinia that evening.

Neighbors brought her son's body home and the old mother did not cry, but stayed there for a long time, without moving, constantly staring at her son. He then placed his wrinkled hand on her body and promised to take revenge.

She did not want anyone else to be with her in such grief and so she closed the door of the house. Inside now the mother, her son's corpse and the pet dog who was standing under the bed, kept crying and crying loudly. Its head is towards its owner and its tail is between its legs. Like her mother, she did not move from there. And the mother leaned over her son's corpse, widened her eyes, and Akitas kept looking at her son, tugging tugging .. and crying silently.

The young son was sleeping in bed. But there was blood all over the place, on his torso, which had to be torn for first aid, there was also blood on the vest he was wearing, and on his pants, on his face and on his hands. There was blood clots on her beard and on her hair.

Her elderly mother now began talking to her dead son. The bitch calmed down and sat down.

'Don't be afraid, my son, my darling, your revenge will return. Go to bed, go to sleep, son, your death will be avenged. Do you listen to me This is a mother's promise! And he obeys what is said, always, your mother does the same, and you know she does. '

Then she leaned lightly against him and kissed him, placing her cold lips on his son's dead lips. And then Semilante began to cry out loud again, a long, steady, shocking, poignant fantasy. They stayed there until morning, the old mother and the bitch. And the corpse of the son.

Antoine Sverini was buried the next day and ... his name ceased to be spoken in the town of Bonifatio.

He had no brother, no cousin. There was no man in the family who could avenge the murder. Anne's mother, an old single woman, kept thinking about it.

She kept looking, on the other side of the strait, from morning till night, and in the distance she saw a small white spot. There was a small village in Sardinia called Longosarado. Corsica's criminals took refuge there, at a time when the police had been following them after eating ginger. Almost the entire population of that small village belonged to criminals. They waited here, waiting for the right time, the opportunity to return to their homeland on the opposite shore, to the high grassy shores of the Mediterranean Sea, and to continue their criminal activity. He knew that Nicholas Rawlati might have taken refuge in the same village.

All day long, she would sit alone by the window, staring at the village from afar and thinking of revenge. How could he do this without the help of someone who was physically weak, old, and dying? But he had made a vow, promised to the corpse. He can't forget, he can't wait any longer and he can't postpone the work he is supposed to do.

(In the next issue)

Introduction to the Creator

The. Mopasa

Born: 2 August 190

Died: July 8, 19

One of the most popular writers and one of the world's greatest short story writers. Mopasa's full name was Henry-Renee-Albert-Guy-de-Mopasa. Original French pronunciation 'gi de moppaso'. The. Mopasa's stories are known for their word limits, competent narratives and instinctive conclusions. He authored three hundred short stories, six novels, three travelogues and a collection of poetry.

The famous author Leo Tolstoy 'The Works of the. Mopasa honored Mopasa's literary genius by writing an essay. The German philosopher Nietzsche called him one of the most delicate and inquisitive psychologists of this century.

Mopasa's personal life was colorful. Due to his sexual relations with many women in his youth, he became a victim of the secret disease syphilis and his creativity was affected by the disease. He died at the age of forty-three. He had already written the text on his grave himself: 'I love everything. I haven't gotten wrong from any of them. '