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Ivan Cankar
Martin Kačur, 03/2009Book Chapter
It was on a Sunday morning, deep in November, that Martin Kačur made the pilgrimage from Zapolje to Bistra. The sky was low and gray, and mists lay on the plains, creeping softly and lazily over the marsh. The road was furrowed and muddy. The houses along the way gaped morosely; they were slovenly and sooty. But Martin Kačur saw neither the gray sky, nor the fog, nor the sooty houses; inside he was all happiness and sunshine. This was the period of his life when he was strong and free like never before. He went to Bistra, to the
