Crimson Sails
Alexander Grin
Language: English
Pages: 50
ISBN: 0992055962
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
Crimson Sails is a classic adventure tale of love and hope in the beauty of one’s dreams. Written by Russia’s Alexander Grin in 1923, this short fantasy novel introduces readers to Soll, a hopeful young girl who has been ostracized in her village. When a mysterious storyteller informs her of a massive ship with crimson sails that will come for her, Soll becomes even more isolated from her neighbors, who view her as feeble-minded. In a surprising twist, her prophecy comes true in a most unexpected way. Grin is known for his prolific and adept use of metaphor, and the present translation preserves and highlights this device. Crimson Sails has delighted Russian readers for decades, but has enjoyed limited exposure outside of Russia. The novel is so affecting to Russians, in fact, that each year St. Petersburg holds a Crimson Sails Festival. In addition, the romance was made into a film in 1961. This delightful novel will fill readers--both adults and children alike--with hope and a renewed belief in the beauty of the human spirit.
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It was night; alongside, in the slumbering black water, there dozed the stars and the lights of the mast lanterns. The air, as warm as a cheek, brought in the smell of the sea. Gray raised his head and squinted at the gold coal of a star; instantly, through the dizzying distance, the fiery needle of a remote planet penetrated his pupils. The muted noise of the town at evening reached his ears from the depths of the bay; sometimes a phrase from the shore was wafted in across the sensitive surface
the conversation to have taken an obviously insulting turn, Menners looked at the coalman scathingly and disappeared behind the counter, from where he asked bitterly: "Do you want to order anything else?" "No," said Gray, pulling out his purse. "We're getting up and leaving. Letika, you stay here. Come back this evening and don't say a word. Having discovered all you can, report to me. Understand?" "My dear Captain," Letika said with a familiarity brought on by the rum, "only a deaf-mute would
word would be carried away by the wind, Longren shouted: "That's how she pleaded with you! Think of it, Menners, while you're still alive, and don't forget!" Then the cries stopped, and Longren went home. Assol awakened to see her rather sitting lost in thought before the lamp that was now burning low. Hearing the child's voice calling to him, he went over to her, kissed her affectionately and fixed the tumbled blanket. "Go to sleep, dear. It's still a long way till morning," he said. "What
else but here." When the man had finally run out of laudation, Gray arranged to have the silk delivered, paid his bill, including this service, and left. He was seen to the door by the shopkeeper with as much pomp as if he were a Chinese emperor. Meanwhile, somewhere nearby, a street musician, having tuned his cello, drew his bow gently across it, making it speak out sadly and wonderfully; his comrade, the flutist, showered the singing of the strings with a trilling of throaty whistling; the
heard the taunts: "Hey, you gallows-bird! Assol! Look over here! See the crimson sails coming in!" The child started and involuntarily shielded her eyes as she gazed off towards the sea. Then she turned back to where the shouting had come from; twenty feet away she saw a group of children; they were making faces and sticking their tongues out at her. The little girl sighed and hurried off home. II. GRAY If Caesar considered that it was better to be the first in a village than the second in