The African Boychild

  THE LADY WITH THE DOG I I T  was said that a new person had appeared on the sea-front: a lady with a little dog. Dmitri Dmitritch Gurov, who had by then been a fortnight at Yalta, and so was fairly at home there, had begun to take an interest in new arrivals. Sitting in Verney's pavilion, he saw, walking on the sea-front, a fair-haired young lady of medium height, wearing a  béret ; a white Pomeranian dog was running behind her. And afterwards he met her in the public gardens and in the square several times a day. She was walking alone, always wearing the same  béret , and always with the same white dog; no one knew who she was, and every one called her simply "the lady with the dog." "If she is here alone without a husband or friends, it wouldn't be amiss to make her acquaintance," Gurov reflected. He was under forty, but he had a daughter already twelve years old, and two sons at school. He had been married young, when he was a student in his second year...

  " This type of thing doesn’t just happen overnight,” the man in the white coat told him as he shined a blinding light into his cornea, but Mirko was quite certain that’s exactly what had happened. Marija squirmed in the corner of the ophthalmologist’s office. “Probably hereditary,” the doctor told him as he ushered Mirko and his daughter out the door, “but who can really say.” At first he had thought it was a speck of soil on the iceberg, a mere stain of earth defiling the cool head of green, but then it showed up again on the limbs of the butter leaf, and again, hidden in the wrinkles of the darkened kale bunches. The frisée, the cress, and the endives, Mirko soon realized, had it too. On the walk home, he stole glances at his daughter. His attention always came back to her nose, to the profile she had stolen from her mother, and to the small black patch that now obscured it. It was not a speck of soil, and two months, as the doctor had estimated, was not a lot of time. The pai...

I was siting on a three-legged stool watching a 🎬 movie when suddenly my father appeared.I was not expecting he would come back so early.A cold shrill ran down my spine and I was now trembling like a chameleon on a feeble twig.To be honest I really feared 😨😨😨🤑😢 my father. "Get out of my house !!I am tired of feeding a lazy bone" These were my father's words that left me stuck like a statue.I pinched myself on my cheek to confirm whether I was dreaming but  I was not asleep.I looked at my mother to see if she could atleast advocate for me but she instead looked aside.I wondered what had made him so upset.Or was it because I was watching a video while I was supposed to be in the shamba digging ?? Sensing that my father's eyes were still on me, i lost grip of the glass in my hand ..Unluckly it fell and broke into pieces.. I saw my father rush in his bedroom and came out with a whip ..The same whip which I used to discipline our donkeys whenever they tried to resist...