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Updated: June 21, 2025
He pushed a white pine table near the big stove in the middle of the room and after putting two empty glasses on the table he inquired "White or red?" "Red wine, Chiria. It warms quicker. I am getting old." "Old!" exclaimed the Greek as he brought a small pitcher of wine. "Old! Why, Marcu, you are as young as you were twenty years ago." "This is my daughter, Fanutza, Chiria, and not my wife."
He, he had done it. Marcu looked again at his daughter. Her eyelids trembled nervously and there was a little repressed twitch about her mouth. She returned his glance at first, but lowered her eyes under her father's steady gaze. "Already a shameless creature," thought the old gipsy. But he could not bear to think that way about his little daughter, about his Fanutza.
"The same, the same, my friend," Marcu answered as he smilingly appraised his daughter. Mehmet Ali looked at the girl in frank astonishment at her size and full development; then he said as he took the oars from the corner of the hut: "And I, who thought that my friend had taken a new wife to himself! Allah, Allah! How fast these youngsters grow!
The gale blows from the land of the Russians." "As you tell me, friend," answered Marcu while helping his daughter out of the boat. When the two had gone a short distance Fanutza turned her head. Mehmet Ali was leaning on an oar and looking after them. A little later, a hundred paces further, she caught fragments of a Tartar song that reached her ears in spite of the shrill noises of the wind.
"Have you bought everything you intended?" the Tartar inquired as he slid the oars into the hoops. "Everything," Marcu answered as he watched his daughter from the corner of an eye. Vigorously Mehmet Ali rowed till well out into the wide river without saying another word.
After Marcu had declared himself warmed back to life by the fine wine he inquired of Anastasidis the price of oats and straw and hay. The innkeeper's store and his warehouse contained everything from a needle to an oxcart. The shelves were full of dry goods, socks, shirts, silks, belts, fur caps, coats, and trousers.
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