Modern Swedish Masterpieces: Short Stories

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Hjalmar Soderberg. Modern Swedish Masterpieces: Short Stories

Modern Swedish Masterpieces: Short Stories

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PREFACE

STORIES BY. HJALMAR SÖDERBERG

THE CHIMNEY-SWEEPER’S WIFE

BLOOM

THE FUR COAT

THE BLUE ANCHOR

I

II

III

IV

V

THE KISS

THE DREAM OF ETERNITY

THE DRIZZLE

THE DRAWING IN INDIA INK

THE WAGES OF SIN

COMMUNION

THE CLOWN

SIGNY

A MASTERLESS DOG

STORIES BY. SIGFRID SIWERTZ

THE LADY IN WHITE

LEONARD AND THE FISHERMAN

STORIES BY. VERNER VON HEIDENSTAM

WHEN THE BELLS RING

THE FORTIFIED HOUSE

THE QUEEN OF THE MARAUDERS

CAPTURED

STORIES BY. PER HALLSTRÖM

THE FALCON

OUT OF THE DARK

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Verner von Heidenstam, Hjalmar Söderberg, Per Hallström, Sigfrid Siwertz

Published by Good Press, 2021

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He walked a stretch through King’s Garden. It was dark already, it had begun to snow again, and the acquaintances he met did not recognize him.

Who knows, though, whether it’s too late, Henck went on to himself. I’m not old yet, and I may have been mistaken about the question of my health. I’m poor as a little fox in the woods; but so was John Richardt not so long since. My wife has grown cold and unfriendly toward me in these latter times. She would surely begin to love me afresh, if I could earn more money and if I were dressed in furs. It has seemed to me that she cared more for John since he got himself a fur coat than she did before. She was certainly a bit sweet on him when she was a young girl, too; but he never courted her. On the contrary he said to her and to everybody that he wouldn’t dare to marry on less than ten thousand a year. But I dared, and Ellen was a poor girl who wanted to marry. I don’t believe she was so much in love with me that I should have been able to seduce her if I had wished to. But I didn’t want to, either; how could I have dreamed of that sort of love? I haven’t thought of that since I was sixteen and saw Faust the first time at the opera with Arnoldson. I’m sure, though, she was fond of me when we were first married; one can’t be mistaken about such a thing as that. Why couldn’t she be again? In the first days after our marriage she always said spiteful things to John whenever they met. But then he built up a company, invited us often to the theatre, and got himself a fur coat. And so naturally in time my wife grew tired of saying spiteful things to him.

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