Story World: A Vendetta

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

- Original Creator - The. Mopasa Introduction-Paresh Vyas

For the first time in Gujarati language, 'Varta' was created. 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 ...

(Flowing story: A small village on a large island in the Mediterranean Sea. A widowed old woman, her son and a pet bitch. The mother did not cry when her son's body was brought in. She promised her dead son that she would avenge the death. But how? She was alone and also weak. The killer will be there. Now how will Vendeta take revenge for the murder?

The latter

Even if he does, what will he do? She could not sleep at night, she could not get any rest, she was constantly thinking that she would not fall asleep. The bitch, who usually sleeps at her feet, sometimes raises her head and cries out loud. After the death of its owner, the bitch often cries in this way, as if remembering its owner. It is as if he remembers everything that cannot be erased from memory.

One night Semilant started crying so loudly and the widowed mother suddenly had an idea. Cruel, brutal, vicious and monstrous idea. The thought continued to linger until that morning. Then morning came and she went to church. He prayed, stretched out on the floor, prayed to God, shouted for help, prayed for strength to fill his weak body, give him the courage to avenge his son's murder.

He returned home. In her barn there was a barrel, which she used to draw water. He emptied it. And she filled it with stones and sticks so that because of its weight the barrel was attached to the ground, and then she chained the semilante with the temporary kennel and then went inside the house.

Now she was wandering carelessly, her eyes fixed on the distant shores of Sardinia. He was there, the killer.

The bitch kept barking and crying loudly all day and all night. Then in the morning the old woman gave him some water in a bowl, but nothing else, no soup, no bread.

Another day passed. Semilante fell asleep tired, stayed asleep. The next day, her eyes were wide open, her hair stood on end, and she was pulling the chain passionately.

Even this whole day the old woman did not give him anything to eat. The bitch was angry and barked loudly all day. That second night passed.

Then the next day, Mother Savarini asked the neighbor for dry grass and stuffed an old pair of trousers, which was her husband's old clothes, in what looked like a human body. He dug a hole in the ground and then tied the statue with a stick so that it could stand upright. Then he made the head of the idol out of old cloth.

The bitch stared at the weed man in amazement. She was starving, but still calm. Then the old woman went to the market and bought black sausage from the shop. When she got home, she lit a fire in front of the makeshift kennel in the barn and cooked sausage in the fire. Semilant became frantic, jumping up and down in a fit of rage. The mother then made a smoky hot sausage necktie and dressed the idol. The sausage was now wrapped around the perimeter of the figurine, which the old lady tied to the cossacks with a rope. And when the work was done he opened the chain of the bitch.

One jumping animal jumped on the idol's neck and ripped off the idol's shoulder with its claws. A piece of meat comes into its mouth and it falls down, jumps again, breaks the rope tied around the idol's neck with its sharp teeth, then another piece of meat comes into its mouth and jumps again and again a piece of meat. The two-day-old hungry bitch pinched the idol's entire face. And the parts of the neck were blown away.

The old woman sat still and quietly watching all this eagerly. He then chained the bitch, then made her fast for two days and this strange game was played again.

For three months the bitch struggled to eat this way. She struggled to find food. Then the old woman did not even bind the bitch with a chain. She would just point her finger at the idol. The neck of the idol was pinched and pieces of flesh were found in it. After all, the old woman did not even tie a sausage around the idol's neck. He taught the bitch how to pinch the figurine so that no part of the neck was left and how to wipe the whole thing in that way. And if he did so, he would be given a piece of sausage as a reward.

Then, when the bitch saw the man's idol, she immediately began to tremble. She looked at her mistress. The mistress raised one of her fingers and shouted, 'Go ..' and the work was done.

When he realized that the right time had come, the old widow went to the church one Sunday morning in a confession box and confessed her sin. In this conversation she herself was overjoyed, her voice was full of passion. Then she went home and dressed as a man, making her look like a beggar. Went to the beach. He got into a boat with Annie and her bitch, got into a scuffle with a sardine fisherman to cross the ocean, and then took the bitch and sat in the boat. Anne's bag contained long pieces of sausage. Semilante had a two-day Nakordo fast. Nothing was fed. But the old lady had made such a definite arrangement that the hungry bitch of Annie's two days would continue to smell the food and open her appetite.

They reached Longosarado. The old woman was walking. She went inside a bakery and inquired about Nicholas Rawlati. It is learned that Nichols continued his old job of carpentry. She went to her place of work. Nicholas was working as a carpenter upside down in the back of Anne's shop and was alone.

The old woman opened the door and called out:

'Hello, Nicholas!'

Nicholas turned around to see who it was. And then the old widow left the bitch and shouted:

'Go, go! Eat it! Eat it! '

The mad beast jumped on Nicholas' neck. Nichols spread his arms, grabbed the bitch but she fell to the ground. For a few seconds he kept on whining, whining, whining, whining on the ground. Then it stopped moving, when Semilente slammed its teeth into Nicholas' throat and blew away his rags.

The two neighbors who were sitting at the door of his shop, all they could see was an old beggar passing by with a thin black dog. The dog ate what his owner gave him.

When night fell, the old woman returned to her home. He slept peacefully that night. (Finished)

Introduction to the Creator

The. Mopasa

Born: 3 August 190

Died: July 7, 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 limitations, 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. '