Nobility In the Blood (part I) [translated prose]
That spring came so purely and remarkably fast that year. The snow began to melt and disappeared, dancing in the distance in the foaming falls down over Loister and Svaberg already at the close of March; and then it led a piece out in April, the fields taking on green and birches budding leaves! No such early spring could in 90 years be remembered.--It was not so good; it bespoke of something wrong perhaps? The rich farmer Ole Enge's son, Styrk, could not understand it in the least. To be sure,... Sign in to see full entry.