Independent People
by Halldór Laxness
It took him a long time to find the matches, and when he had found them the lamp proved to be empty, the wick burned down, the glass black with smoke. But when he had filled the lamp and the wick had begun drawing again, it was possible even in this feeble light to make out some indication of what had happened in Summerhouses in his absence. It was his wife. She was lying dead there in her congealed blood.🏁
Submitted by ColorfulToucans - 06/23/2026
Book Literature 4.94 Ranked
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Independent People
by Halldór Laxness
It took him a long time to find the matches, and when he had found them the lamp proved to be empty, the wick burned down, the glass black with smoke. But when he had filled the lamp and the wick had begun drawing again, it was possible even in this feeble light to make out some indication of what had happened in Summerhouses in his absence. It was his wife. She was lying dead there in her congealed blood.🏁
Submitted by ColorfulToucans - 06/23/2026
Book Literature 4.94 Ranked