A tribute to the famous Greek writer Alexandros Papadiamantis

Αλέξανδρος Παπαδιαμάντης

Αλέξανδρος Παπαδιαμάντης - Βικιπαίδεια

Φώτα Ολόφωτα  

(1894)

Ἐκινδύνευε νὰ βυθισθῇ εἰς τὸ κῦμα ἡ μικρὴ βάρκα τοῦ Κωνσταντῆ τοῦ Πλαντάρη, πλέουσα ἀνάμεσα εἰς βουνὰ κυμάτων, ἕκαστον τῶν ὁποίων ἤρκει διὰ νὰ ἀνατρέψῃ πολλὰ καὶ δυνατὰ σκάφη καὶ νὰ μὴ ἀποκάμῃ, καὶ εἰς ἀβύσσους, ἑκάστη τῶν ὁποίων θὰ ἦτο ἱκανὴ νὰ καταπίῃ ἑκατὸν καράβια καὶ νὰ μὴ χορτάσῃ. Ὀλίγον ἀκόμη καὶ θὰ κατεποντίζετο. Ἄγριος ἐφύσα βορρᾶς, ὀργώνων βαθέως τὰ κύματα, καὶ ἡ μικρὰ φελούκα, διὰ νὰ μὴν ἀρμενίζῃ κατεπάν᾽ τὸν ἀέρα, εἶχε μαϊνάρει* (=μαζέψει) τὸ πανί της, καὶ εἶχε μείνει ξυλάρμενη * (=χωρίς πανιά ) καὶ ὠρτσάριζε* (=έπλεε κόντρα στον άνεμο με κατεβασμένο το πανί) κ᾽ ἐδοκίμαζε νὰ κάμῃ βόλτες* (=πλαγιοδρομούσε). Τοῦ κάκου. Μετ᾽ ὀλίγον ἡ θάλασσα ἐπῆρε τὸν ἐλεεινὸν φελλὸν εἰς τὴν ἐξουσίαν της, καὶ ὁ ἄνεμος τὸν ἔσυρεν ἐδῶ κ᾽ ἐκεῖ, καὶ ὁ Κωνσταντὴς ὁ Πλαντάρης ἐξέμαθεν* (=ξέχασε) εἰς τὴν στιγμὴν ὅσας βλασφημίας ἤξευρε καὶ ἠσχολεῖτο νὰ κάμῃ τὴν προσευχήν του, ἐνῷ ὁ μικρὸς σύντροφός του, ὁ ναύτης Τσότσος, νέος δεκαεπτὰ χρόνων, ἐγδύνετο καὶ ἡτοιμάζετο νὰ πέσῃ εἰς τὴν θάλασσαν, ἐλπίζων νὰ σωθῇ κολυμβῶν, καὶ ὁ μόνος ἐπιβάτης των, ὁ ζωέμπορος Πραματής, ἔκλαιε καὶ εὕρισκεν ὅτι δὲν ἤξιζε τὸν κόπον ν᾽ ἀρμενίσῃ τις τόσην θάλασσαν διὰ νὰ πνιγῇ, ἀφοῦ ἡ γῆ ἦτο ἱκανὴ νὰ σκεπάσῃ μὲ τὸ χῶμά της τόσους καὶ τόσους.
Ἐκινδύνευε ν᾽ ἀποθάνῃ ἀπὸ τοὺς πόνους ἡ Μαχώ, ἡ γυναίκα τοῦ Κωνσταντῆ τοῦ Πλαντάρη, νεόγαμος, πρωτάρα. Ἡ Πλανταρού, ἡ πενθερά της, εἶχε καλέσει ἀπὸ τὸ βράδυ τῆς προλαβούσης ἡμέρας τὴν μαμμὴν τὴν Μπαλαλίναν καὶ τὴν ἐμπροσθινὴν τὴν Σωσάνναν. Αἱ δύο γυναῖκες, τεχνίτισσαι εἰς τὸ εἶδός των καὶ ἡ μήτηρ τοῦ συζύγου τῆς κοιλοπονούσης, φιλόστοργος, ὡς πᾶσα πενθερὰ ἥτις δὲν ἐπιθυμεῖ τὸν θάνατον τῆς νύμφης της, ὅταν αὕτη εἶναι πρωτάρα, πρὶν βεβαιωθῇ ὅτι θὰ ἐπιζήσῃ τὸ παιδίον διὰ νὰ ἀσφαλισθῇ ἡ κληρονομία τῆς προικός, ἐπροσπάθουν ὅσον τὸ δυνατὸν νὰ ἀνακουφίσουν τοὺς πόνους τῆς ὠδινούσης* (=της ετοιμόγεννης που πονούσε).
Καὶ εἶχεν ἀνατείλει ἤδη ἡ ἄλλη ἡμέρα καὶ ἀκόμη ἡ γυνὴ ἐκοιλοπόνει, καὶ ἡ μαμμή, ἡ ἐμπροσθινὴ καὶ ἡ πενθερὰ συνεπόνουν μὲ αὐτήν, καὶ ὁ καλογερόπαπας τοῦ Μετοχίου τοῦ Ἁγίου Σπυρίδωνος εἶχε λάβει ἐντολὴν νὰ ψάλῃ μικρὰν καὶ μεγάλην Παράκλησιν πρὸς βοήθειαν τῆς ὠδινούσης.
Τὸ σπιτάκι ἔκειτο ἐπάνω εἰς τὴν κορυφὴν τοῦ μικροῦ νησιδίου πρὸς μεσημβρίαν. Τὴν πρωίαν τῆς Παρασκευῆς, ἡ βάρκα τοῦ Πλαντάρη εἶχε φανῆ ἀντικρὺ ἀγωνιῶσα εἰς τὰ κύματα, καὶ δύο παιδία τοῦ γιαλοῦ, ἀπ᾽ ἐκεῖνα ποὺ περνοῦν τὸν καιρόν των κάτω ἀπὸ τὸν ἀρσανάν, μὴ γνωρίζοντα ἐπὶ τῆς ξηρᾶς ἄλλην διατριβὴν ἀπὸ τὰς συρμένας ἔξω φελούκας, οὔτε ἄλλο παιγνίδι ἀπὸ τὴν θάλασσαν, ἦλθαν νὰ πάρουν τὰ συχαρίκια τῆς Πλανταροῦς, ἀκούσαντα τὴν εἴδησιν ἀπὸ πορθμεῖς* (=βαρκάρηδες, περαματάρηδες), οἱ ὁποῖοι εἶχον ἀναγνωρίσει μακρόθεν τὴν βάρκαν. Καὶ τότε ἡ Πλανταροὺ εἶδε κ᾽ ἐκατάλαβεν ἀπὸ τὴν τρικυμίαν ὁποὺ ἦτο εἰς τὸ πέλαγος, ὅτι ἡ βάρκα ἀνεβοκατέβαινεν εἰς τὰ κύματα κ᾽ ἐκινδύνευε νὰ βουλιάξῃ, καὶ τότε ἐνόησε τί θὰ ᾽πῇ νά ᾽χῃ κανεὶς «δυὸ χαρὲς καὶ τρεῖς τρομάρες». Διότι διπλῆ μὲν χαρὰ θὰ ἦτο νὰ ἔφθανεν αἰσίως ὁ υἱός της, νὰ ἐγέννα μὲ τὸ καλὸν καὶ ἡ νύμφη της· τριπλῆ δὲ τρομάρα ἦτο ὁ κίνδυνος τοῦ υἱοῦ της, ὁ κίνδυνος τῆς νύμφης της καὶ ὁ κίνδυνος τοῦ προσδοκωμένου νεογνοῦ. Ἴσως δὲ θὰ ἦτο τετραπλῆ ἡ τρομάρα, ἂν προσετίθετο καὶ ὁ φόβος μήπως τυχὸν ἡ νύμφη της γεννήσῃ αἰσίως… θῆλυ.
 
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Ἐπάνω εἰς τὴν κορυφὴν τοῦ λόφου, εὑρίσκετο μονῆρες τὸ σπιτάκι, καὶ κάτω εἰς τὴν ἀκρογιαλιὰν ἦτο κτισμένον τὸ χωρίον. Διακόσια σπίτια ἁλιέων, πορθμέων καὶ ναυτῶν. Ἓν μίλιον ἀπεῖχε τὸ σπιτάκι ἀπὸ τὸ χωρίον. Ὑπῆρχε μικρὸς ἐπισφαλὴς ὅρμος, ἀλλὰ δὲν ἦτο λιμήν. Ἔβλεπε μόνον πρὸς μεσημβρίαν. Ἡ ἀγωνία τῆς βάρκας τοῦ Πλαντάρη ἦτο ὁρατὴ ἀπὸ τὴν πολίχνην, ὁρατὴ καὶ ἀπὸ τὸν μεμονωμένον οἰκίσκον.
Ἡ Πλανταροὺ ἤρχισε τότε νὰ μέμφεται πικρῶς τὸν υἱόν της διὰ τὴν τόλμην καὶ τὴν ἀποκοτιά του. Τί ἤθελε, τί γύρευε, τέτοιες μέρες, νὰ κάμῃ ταξίδι; Δὲν ἄκουε, ὁ βαρυκέφαλος, τὴ μάννα του, τί τοῦ ἔλεγε. Ἀκόμη τὰ Φῶτα δὲν εἶχαν ἔλθει. Ὁ Σταυρὸς δὲν εἶχε πέσει στὸ γιαλό. Τὸν ἀβάσταχτο* (=ανυπομονησία)  εἶχε; Δὲν ἐκαρτεροῦσε ὁ ἀπόκοτος δύο τρεῖς ἡμέρες, νὰ φωτισθοῦν τὰ νερά, ν᾽ ἁγιασθοῦν οἱ βρύσες καὶ τὰ ποτάμια, νὰ φύγουν τὰ σκαλικαντζούρια; Καλὰ νὰ πάθῃ, γιατὶ δὲν τὴν ἄκουσε.
Ὅσον ὑψώνετο ὁ ἥλιος πρὸς τὸ μεσουράνημα, τόσον ηὔξανε καὶ ἡ ἀγωνία τῆς Πλανταροῦς. Ἡ νύμφη της ὑποστηριζομένη ὄπισθεν ἀπὸ τὴν Μπαλαλοὺ καὶ κρεμαμένη ἔμπροσθεν ἀπὸ τὸν τράχηλον τῆς Σωσάννας, ἐμούγκριζεν ὡς ἀγελάδα. Ὁ ἄνεμος ἐκεῖ κάτω, εἰς τὸ πέλαγος, ἐφαίνετο ὅτι ἀπεμάκρυνε τὸ πλοιάριον ἀντὶ νὰ τὸ προσεγγίσῃ εἰς τὴν ἀκτήν. Ἡ βάρκα ὁλονὲν ἐξέπεφτε μακρύτερα, αἰσθητῶς εἰς τὸ βλέμμα. Εἰς τὴν νύμφην της ἡ Πλανταροὺ ἐφυλάχθη νὰ εἴπῃ τίποτε. Μόνον ἐξήρχετο συχνὰ εἰς τὸν ἐξώστην, προσποιουμένη ὅτι ἤθελε νὰ κουβαλήσῃ τὸ ἓν καὶ τὸ ἄλλο, καὶ ἔμενεν ἐπὶ μακρὸν κ᾽ ἐκοίταζε. Δὲν ἐπανήρχετο εἰμὴ ἂν τὴν ἀνεκάλει* (=ξαναφώναζε) ἡ μαμμὴ ἡ Μπαλαλού.
Ἐπλησίαζεν ἤδη μεσημβρία, καὶ ἡ ἀγωνία τῆς Πλανταροῦς ἔφθασεν εἰς τὸ κατακόρυφον. Δὲν ἐφαίνετο πλέον νὰ ὑπάρχῃ ἐλπίς. Ὁ υἱός της θὰ ἐπνίγετο ἐκεῖ εἰς τὸ ἄσπλαγχνον πέλαγος, καὶ τὴν νύμφην της ὁμοῦ μὲ τὸ ἔμβρυον θὰ τὴν ἐσκέπαζεν ἡ «μαύρη γῆς».
Τέλος, ἡ γραῖα ἀπέκαμε. Ἡ βάρκα ἔγινεν ἄφαντη… Καὶ ἡ σύζυγος τοῦ υἱοῦ της ἐγέννησεν… ἄρρεν. Ὤ! τὸ στρίγλικο, τὸ κακοπόδαρο, ὤ! τὸ γρουσούζικο, ὁποὺ ψωμόφαγε τὸν πατέρα του! Πνῖξτέ το! Σκοτῶστέ το! Τί τὸ φυλᾶτε; Πετᾶτέ το στὸ γιαλό, νὰ πᾷ νὰ βρῇ τὸν πατέρα του. Κι αὐτή, ἡ γουρουνοποδαρούσα ἡ μάννα του, αὐτὴ ἡ πρωτάρα, ἡ στερεμένη* (=άκληρη,στείρα), αὐτὴ ἡ λεχώνα ἡ λοχεμένη* (μτφ. = ακάθαρτη) !… Ἠμπορεῖς, μαμμή, νὰ τὴν καρυδοπνίξῃς, κειδὰ ποὺ θὰ ψοφολογήσῃ, στὸ κρεβάτι της, νὰ στραμπουλίξῃς μὲ τὴ χεράρα σου καὶ τῆς κλήρας*  (=το παιδί [αποδοκιμαστικά])τὸ λαιμό, νὰ ποῦμε πὼς ἐγεννήθηκε πεθαμένο τὸ παιδί, καὶ πὼς ἡ μάννα ἐτελείωσε, καθὼς κάθισε στὰ σκαμνιά* (=δύο σκαμνιά όπου καθόταν η ετοιμόγεννη,  για να "πέσει" το παιδί μέσα από το μεσοδιάστημά τους) , ἠμπορεῖς;
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Δὲν τὴν ἐσκέπασεν ἡ μαύρη γῆς τὴν ταλαίπωρον μητέρα ὁμοῦ μὲ τὸν καρπὸν τῶν σπλάγχνων της, καὶ τὸ πέλαγος ἵλεων δὲν ἔπνιξε τὸν πατέρα. Ὁ Πλαντάρης εἶχε τελειώσει πρὸ πολλοῦ τὴν προσευχήν του, καὶ ὁ μικρὸς ναύτης ὁ Τσότσος εἶχε φορέσει ἐκ νέου τὸ ὑποκάμισον καὶ τὴν περισκελίδα του. Ὁ ζῳέμπορος ὁ Πραματὴς ἐπείσθη ὅτι ἦτο καλὸς χριστιανὸς καὶ ὅτι ἦτο προωρισμένος νὰ ταφῇ εἰς εὐλογημένον χῶμα. Ὁ ἄνεμος εἶχε κοπάσει περὶ τὸ δειλινόν, καὶ ὁ κυβερνήτης ἀνέλαβε τὸ κράτος του ἐπὶ τοῦ μικροῦ σκάφους. Ἔπιασε δυνατὰ τὸ τιμόνι καὶ μὲ τὰ πολλὰ ὀρτσαρίσματα ἦλθεν ἡ φελούκα εἰς μέρος ἀπαγκερόν* (=υπήνεμο), δίπλα εἰς τὴν ξηράν, ὀλίγα μίλια ἀπώτερον τοῦ μικροῦ ὅρμου. Διὰ τοῦτο ἡ βάρκα εἶχε γίνει ἄφαντος εἰς τὰ ὄμματα τῆς Πλανταροῦς, ἥτις δὲν εἶχε παύσει ν᾽ ἀγναντεύῃ ἀπὸ τὸ ὕψος τοῦ ἐξώστου. Ἔφθασε δὲ ἀσφαλῶς εἰς τὸν ὅρμον, εὐθὺς ὡς ἔπεσεν ἐντελῶς ὁ ἄνεμος, βασίλευμα ἡλίου.
Δεύτερα συχαρίκια ἐπῆραν τῆς Πλανταροῦς. Ὁ υἱός της, ἀποστάζων ἅλμην, κατάκοπος, θαλασσοπνιγμένος, ἔφθασεν εἰς τὸ σπιτάκι ἅμα ἐνύκτωσε, κ᾽ ἐκεῖ μόνον ἔμαθε τὴν εὐτυχῆ εἴδησιν, ὅτι ἡ συμβία του τοῦ εἶχε γεννήσει κληρονόμον.
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Τὴν ἐπαύριον ἦσαν Φῶτα. Τὴν ἄλλην ἡμέραν Ὁλόφωτα. Τὴν ἑσπέραν τῆς μεγάλης ἑορτῆς, ἅμα τῇ τριημερεύσει τῆς λεχοῦς καὶ τοῦ παιδίου, ἔβαλαν τὴν σκαφίδα κάτω εἰς τὸ πάτωμα καὶ τὴν ἐγέμισαν μὲ χλιαρὸν νερὸν βρασμένον μὲ δάφνας καὶ μὲ μύρτους. Ἐπρόκειτο νὰ τελέσουν τὰ «κολυμπίδια»* (=πλύσιμο νεογέννητου)  τοῦ παιδίου.
Ἡ καλὴ μαμμή, ἡ Μπαλαλού, ἐξήπλωσε τὸ βρέφος μαλακὰ ἐπὶ τῶν ἡπλωμένων κνημῶν της καὶ ἤρχισε νὰ λύῃ τὰ σπάργανα. Εἶχε νυκτώσει. Μία λυχνία καὶ δύο κηρία ἔκαιον ἐπὶ χαμηλῆς τραπέζης. Τὸ παιδίον, παχύ, μεγαλοπρόσωπον, μὲ ἀόριστον ροδίζοντα χρῶτα* (=ροδαλό δέρμα), μὲ βλέμμα γαλανίζον καὶ τεθηπός* (=φοβισμένο), ἀνέπνεε καὶ ᾐσθάνετο ἄνεσιν, καθ᾽ ὅσον ἀπηλλάσσετο τῶν σπαργάνων. Ἐμειδία * (=χαμογελούσε) πρὸς τὸ φῶς τὸ ὁποῖον ἔβλεπε, κ᾽ ἔτεινε τὴν μικρὰν χεῖρα διὰ νὰ συλλάβῃ τὴν φλόγα. Τὴν ἄλλην χεῖρα τὴν εἶχε βάλει εἰς τὸ στόμα του, κ᾽ ἐπιπίλιζεν, ἐπιπίλιζε. Τί ᾐσθάνετο; Ἀπερίγραπτον.
Ἡ καλὴ μαμμὴ ἀφῄρεσεν ὅλα τὰ σπάργανα, ἀπέσπασεν ἁβρῶς τὴν φουστίτσαν καὶ τὸ ὑποκάμισον τοῦ βρέφους καὶ τὸ ἔρριψεν ἁπαλῶς εἰς τὴν σκαφίδα. Ἤρχισε νὰ τὸ πλύνῃ καὶ νὰ ἀφαιρῇ τὰ ἅλατα, μὲ τὰ ὁποῖα τὸ εἶχε πιτυρίσει* (=πασπαλίσει) κατὰ τὴν στιγμὴν τῆς γεννήσεως, ἀφοῦ τὸ εἶχεν ἀφαλοκόψει. Ἀφῄρεσε καὶ τὸ βαμβάκιον, μὲ τὸ ὁποῖον εἶχε περιβάλει τὰς παρειὰς καὶ τὴν σιαγόνα τοῦ παιδίου, διὰ νὰ κάμῃ ἄσπρα γένεια.
Ἔλαβε τὴν «μασά», τὴν σιδηρᾶν λαβίδα ἀπὸ τὴν ἑστίαν, καὶ τὴν ἔβαλε μέσα εἰς τὴν σκάφην διὰ νὰ γίνῃ τὸ παιδίον σιδεροκέφαλον.
Τὸ βρέφος ἤρχισε νὰ κλαυθμυρίζῃ, ἐνῷ ἡ μαμμὴ ἐξηκολούθει νὰ τὸ πλύνῃ μαλακά, καὶ νὰ τὸ ὑποκορίζεται ἅμα: «Ὄχι, χαδούλη μ᾽, ὄχι, χαδιάρη μ᾽! ὄχι κεφαλά μ᾽, πάπο* (=αρσενική πάπια) μ᾽, χῆνό μ᾽!» Καὶ συγχρόνως ὁ πατήρ, ἡ μήτηρ, ἡ μάμμη ἡ Πλανταροὺ καὶ ἄλλοι συγγενεῖς καὶ φίλοι παρόντες, ἔρριπτον ἀργυρᾶ νομίσματα, διὰ ν᾽ ἀσημώσουν τὸ παιδίον. Τὰ ἐπέθετον ἁβρῶς ἐπὶ τοῦ στέρνου καὶ τῆς κοιλίας τοῦ βρέφους, καὶ ὀλισθαίνοντα ἔπιπτον εἰς τὸν πάτον τῆς σκάφης.
Τὸ παιδίον δὲν ἔπαυε νὰ κλαίῃ, καὶ ἡ μαμμὴ τὸ ἐκολύμβιζεν ἀκόμη, τὸ ἐκολύμβιζε. “Κολύμβα, τέκνον μου, εἰς τὴν σκάφην σου, κολύμβα, καὶ ἀπόβαλε τὴν ἅλμην σου εἰς τὸ γλυκὸν νερόν. Θὰ ἔλθῃ καιρὸς ὅτε θὰ κολυμβᾷς εἰς τὸ ἁλμυρὸν κῦμα, καθὼς ἐκολύμβησεν ὅλος, χθὲς ἀκόμη, ὁ πατήρ σου μὲ τὴν σκάφην του”. «Φωνὴ Κυρίου ἐπὶ τῶν ὑδάτων, ὁ Θεὸς τῆς δόξης ἐβρόντησε, Κύριος ἐπὶ ὑδάτων πολλῶν».
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Τὴν ἐπαύριον, ἑορτὴν τῆς Συνάξεως τοῦ Ἁγίου Ἰωάννου τοῦ Βαπτιστοῦ, ἔμελλε νὰ βαπτισθῇ τὸ παιδίον, ἐπειδὴ εἶχε συμβῆ νὰ γεννηθῇ οὕτω τὰς παραμονὰς τῆς ἑορτῆς, πρὶν περάσουν ὅλως τὰ Φῶτα. Ἀλλὰ τὴν ἑσπέραν, μετὰ τὰ κολυμπίδια, δεῖπνον παρετέθη εἰς τὴν οἰκίαν. Ἡ μαμμὴ ἐμάζωξε μετὰ προσοχῆς ὅλα τὰ ἀργυρᾶ κέρματα, ἡμιτάλληρα καὶ σβάντζικα* ( ή σφάντσικα= κέρματα είκοσι λεπτών) καὶ δραχμάς, τὰ ἐκομβόδεσεν εἰς τὸ μανδήλιόν της, ἐνῷ οἱ παρεστῶτες* (=παρευρισκόμενοι) ἐφώναζαν γύρωθεν: «Νὰ ζήσῃ! σιδεροκέφαλος!» καὶ ἐπηύχοντο εἰς τὴν μαμμὴ «καλὴ ψυχή».
Εἶτα ἡ Μπαλαλοὺ ἐσπόγγισε καλῶς τὸ παιδίον μὲ μέγα λευκὸν προσόψιον, τοῦ ἐφόρεσε καινούργιο καθαρὸν ὑποκαμισάκι καὶ ποδίτσαν, τὸ ἀνέκλινεν ἐπὶ τῶν κνημῶν της, καὶ ἤρχισε νὰ τὸ περιβάλλῃ μὲ τὰ σπάργανα.
Ὁ ζῳέμπορος ὁ Πραματὴς εἶχεν ἔλθει εἰς τὰ κολυμπίδια, καὶ ἐδήλωσεν ὅτι ἐπεθύμει νὰ γίνῃ ἀνάδοχος τοῦ βρέφους, εἰς μνήμην τοῦ προχθεσινοῦ ἐν θαλάσσῃ κινδύνου καὶ τῆς διασώσεως.
Ὁ μικρὸς ναύτης ὁ Τσότσος εἶχεν ἔλθει ἕως τὴν θύραν, καὶ ἵστατο θεωρῶν μακρόθεν τὴν τελετὴν τοῦ κολυμβήματος. Ὁ γείτων ὁ Δημήτρης ὁ Σκιαδερός, πρωτεξάδελφος τοῦ Κωνσταντῆ τοῦ Πλαντάρη, δὲν εἶχε φανῆ εἰς τὴν οἰκίαν ἀπὸ πέρυσι, ἀπὸ τὴν ἡμέραν τοῦ γάμου. Ἀλλὰ τὴν ἑσπέραν ταύτην ἐπῆρε τὴν γυναῖκά του τὴν Δελχαρὼ καὶ τὰ παιδιά του, ἐκ τῶν ὁποίων δύο ἐκράτει αὐτὸς ἁρμαθιαστὰ ἀπὸ τὴν μίαν χεῖρα, τὸ ἓν πενταετὲς καὶ τὸ ἄλλο τετραετές, τρίτον διετὲς ἔφερεν ὑπὸ τὴν μασχάλην, ἓν πενταμηνίτικον βρέφος ἐβύζανεν εἰς τοὺς κόλπους της ἡ γυνή του, καὶ δύο ἄλλα ἑπτὰ καὶ ὀκτὼ ἐτῶν τὴν ἠκολούθουν κρατούμενα ἀπὸ τὸ φουστάνι της, κ᾽ ἐπαρουσιάσθη χαμογελῶν, χαίρων διὰ τὴν χαρὰν τοῦ συγγενοῦς του, γεμᾶτος ἀπὸ εὐχὰς καὶ συγχαρητήρια.
Ἐκάθισαν ὅλοι εἰς τὴν τράπεζαν. Δεξιὰ ἡ Μπαλαλοὺ ἡ μαμμή, ἀριστερὰ ἡ μπροσθινὴ ἡ Σωσάννα, καταμεσῆς ὁ πατὴρ τοῦ νεογνοῦ. Δεξιόθεν τῆς Σωσάννας ἡ Πλανταρού, κατόπιν ὁ ζῳέμπορος ὁ Πραματὴς καὶ δύο τρεῖς ἄλλοι. Τὸ λοιπὸν τοῦ χώρου κατείχετο ἀπὸ τὸν Δημήτρην τὸν Σκιαδερὸν καὶ ἀπὸ τὴν φαμελιά του.
Ἤρχισαν νὰ τρώγουν. Τὰ παιδιὰ τοῦ Δημήτρη τοῦ Σκιαδεροῦ δὲν ἐταιριάζοντο εὔκολα. Ἐφώναζαν, ἐγρίνιαζαν, κ᾽ ἐθορυβοῦσαν. Τὸ ἕνα ἤθελε τσιτσί, δὲν ἤθελε μαμμά. Τὸ τρίτον κλαυθμυρίζον ἐζήτει βρῦ* (=νερό). Τὸ τέταρτον ἤθελε γλυκό, δὲν τοῦ ἤρεσκε τὸ τυρί. Ἡ ταλαίπωρος ἡ λεχὼ ὑπέφερε κάπως ἀπὸ τὸν θόρυβον. Ἤρχισαν αἱ προπόσεις. Ηὔχοντο εἰς τὸν πατέρα νὰ τοῦ ζήσῃ καὶ εἰς τὴν λεχὼ «καλὴ σαράντιση». Πρώτη ἔπιεν ἡ μαμμή, δεύτερος ὁ πατήρ, τρίτη ἡ γραῖα Σωσάννα ἡ μπροσθινή.
Ὅταν ἦλθεν ἡ σειρὰ τῆς Πλανταροῦς νὰ πίῃ εἰς τὴν ὑγείαν τῆς νύμφης της, εὐχήθη μὲ τρεῖς διαφόρους τόνους φωνῆς:
―Ἐβίβα, νύφη, μὲ καλὸ νὰ σαραντίσῃς… Κι ὅ,τ᾽ εἶπα, παιδάκι μ᾽… ἀστοχιὰ στὸ λόγο μου!
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Η ΑΛΗΣΜΟΝΗΤΗ ΗΘΟΠΟΙΟΣ ΣΑΠΦΩ ΝΟΤΑΡΑ 

ΔΙΑΒΑΖΕΙ ΜΕ ΑΠΟΛΑΥΣΤΙΚΟ ΤΡΟΠΟ

ΤΟ ΔΙΗΓΗΜΑ

   All-bright Epiphany

By Alexandros Papadiamantis

Rendered by Vassilis C. Militsis

Constanti Plantari’s small boat was running the risk of foundering, while plodding among mountains of billowing waves, each of which was enough to capsize, without letting up, many and strong vessels and send them into abysmal depths, which could insatiably devour a hundred boats. It was almost about to sink. A savage northerly wind was blowing full blast ploughing deep trenches in the sea, and the captain of the small shallop had struck down its sail as it was lying to windward. So the boat, left only with its mast, was drifting before the wind and was trying to tack. In vain. After a while the sea held the miserable cork of a boat in its sway and the wind blew it hither and thither. Captain Kostanti Plantari immediately forgot every blasphemy he knew and was preparing to say his prayers while his companion, deckhand Tsotsos, a seventeen-year-old adolescent was stripping off his clothes and ready to dive overboard hoping to swim to safety. The only passenger, cattle-dealer Pramatis, was weeping and thinking it was not worth the trouble to sail on the large sea to drown since firma terra was sufficient to bury so many people.
Macho, Konstanti Plantari’s wife, newlywed and in her first birth throes, ran the risk of dying. Plantarou, her mother-in-law, in the evening of the previous day, had summoned Balalina, the midwife, and her neighbor, Susanna. The two women, well versed in their skill, and the laboring woman’s mother-in-law, affectionate like every mother-in-law that in no way wishes her daughter-in-law’s death, when in particular she is expecting her first baby, before she is certain of the infant’s survival in order to secure the dowry inheritance, were trying within their abilities to relieve the parturient of her travail.


A new day already came and the woman was still in labor. The midwife, the neighbor and the mother-in-law felt for her, while the monk of the St. Spyridon monastery dependency was assigned to say a long and important prayer for the laboring woman.
The small cottage was at the southern top of the small island. On Friday morning, Plantari’s boat was seen tottering in the waves and two beach boys – the ones who spent their time under the shipyard, not knowing other pastime on the land from playing on derelict shallops and the sea – came to bring Plantarou the good tides they had heard from the ferrymen, who had descried the boat from afar. And then Plantarou seeing the tempest in the sea and realizing that the boat plunged and soared in the waves and was in danger of foundering, saw through the meaning of what people said about double joy and triple agony. For double would be the joy for her son to arrive safely and her daughter-in-law to deliver easily. Triple would be the agony at the danger her son was in, the danger of her daughter-in-law’s death and the danger of losing the expected baby. And perhaps fourfold would be the added agony in case her daughter-in-law gave birth “happily” to a girl.





 On top of the hill, there was the lonely cottage dominating the village, built on the seashore, of around two hundred houses belonging to fishermen, ferrymen and sailors. The distance between the cottage and the village was one mile. There was also a small cove on the beach, but not a proper port, with an exclusive view of the south. So the agony of Plantari’s boat was visible both from the hamlet and the cottage. Plantarou then began to accuse her son of his boldness and temerity. Why was he to sail on such holy days? He never listened to his mother’s words: he was such a hard-headed fellow. The Epiphany had not yet come. The Holy Cross had not yet been thrown in the sea to sanctify the waters. Why should he be so impatient and restless? Why should her audacious son not have waited until the sanctification of the waters, the fountains and the rivers and the driving away of the goblins? It served him right for not heeding her. The more the sun rose to its zenith, the more Plantarou’s agony increased. Her daughter-in-law, supported by Balalina, the midwife, and hanging upon Susanna’s neck, bellowed like a cow. At the same time the wind down at the sea seemed to drive the small boat farther on instead of helping it reach the coast. The boat was constantly dwindling in sight. Plantarou did not say anything to her daughter-in-law. From time to time she would go out to the balcony, feigning odd jobs, where she lingered and gazed into the sea. She would not return unless Balalina, the midwife, called her back. Midday was drawing near and Plantarou’s agony reached its zenith. There seemed to be no hope. Her son would drown in the merciless sea and bitter earth would cover her daughter-in-law with her embryo. Finally, the old woman wearily gave up all hope. The boat vanished from sight… and her son’s wife gave birth to… a son. Oh, The screeching creature! Oh, the tiny Jonah, that caused his father to perish! Oh, strangle it! Kill it! What on earth are you keeping it? Throw it into the sea to meet with his father! And that sow of its mother, the useless, the unfruitful, the confined and unclean woman! Oh, midwife can you throttle her now so she can croak to death in bed and using your paw sprain the brat’s neck, and then we can tell it was stillborn and the mother expired between the stools (at childbirth). Can you do it?








However, no bitter earth covered the wretched mother with the fruit of her womb and the merciful sea did not drown the father. Captain Plantari had long since finished saying his prayers and young sailor Tsotsos had anew donned his shirt and trousers. Cattle-dealer Pramatis was fully convinced he was a good Christian, who was bound to be buried in sanctified soil. The wind abated around late afternoon and the skipper held sway over the small vessel. He grasped the helm forcefully and managed with continuous luffing to bring the shallop to lee, near the shore, a few miles from the cove. That is the reason why the boat disappeared from Plantarou’s sight, who in vain went on gazing from the height of the balcony. He finally reached the cove at sunset just as the wind let up completely.

Plantarou received fresh, good tidings this time. Then at nightfall, her son, dripping salt, exhausted and sea-beaten, arrived at the cottage where he received the happy intelligence: his consort granted him a male heir.


The following day was Epiphany and the day after All-bright Epiphany. In the evening of the great feast, when the nursing mother was three days in bed, they put on the floor a tub filled with lukewarm water which they had previously let it boil with laurel and myrtle leaves. They were to perform the kolymbidia, a widely observed custom of washing the recently born babe. Good midwife Balalina laid the babe gently on her spread legs and began to strip off the swaddling clothes. The night had already fallen. A lamp and two candles were burning on a low table. The infant, plump, moon-faced with an indistinct pink complexion and a bluish, puzzled look, was breathing and relieved as it was freed of his hampering gauzes. He smiled to the light that struck his eye and reached with his little hand to catch the flame. He had put in its mouth his other hand, which he was unceasingly sucking. No one can describe what the babe felt like.

The good midwife took off all the swaddles, removed the babe’s tiny skirt and camisole and then put the infant gently in the tub. She began to bathe him and wash off the salt she had sprinkled him with at the time of his birth as soon as she had cut off the umbilical cord. She also removed the cotton swab she had covered the babe’s cheeks and chin with so that he could grow up and reach old-age with white beard.
She also got the tongs from the hearth and dipped it in the tub so that the child could become iron-headed, that is, sturdy and robust.
The infant started to whimper but the midwife continued to bathe him gently, and at the same time crooning to him: “Don’t cry, my pet, don’t cry, my white-headed one, there, there, my drake, my big-headed gander!” At the same time, the babe’s father, mother, granny Plantarou, and all kith and kin present were bestowing upon the child silver coins, as it was wont, to silver him. They put on the babe’s sternum and stomach the argentous pieces, which slid and sank to the bottom of the tub. The poor infant did not cease to cry while the midwife went on bathing him. “Swim, my child, swim now in the tub and get rid of your salt in fresh water. There’ll come a time when you’ll be swimming in the salt waves as well, like your father, who swam only yesterday in his own tub.” ‘The voice of the LORD is upon the waters: the God of glory thundereth; the LORD is upon many waters.’ [Psalm 29:3]

The next day, St John, the Baptist’s feast, the child was to be christened as he happened to be born on the eve of the feast of the Epiphany. Therefore, in the evening after Kolympidia (the Babe’s bathing) there was a banquet at home. The granny gathered all the silver pieces, half thalers, twenty-pence pieces and drachmas, tied them into a knot with her kerchief, while all those present voiced their enthusiasm: “May he have a long life! May he keep fit!” and wished the midwife anon “May God always bless you!” Then Balalina wiped the child dry on a large white towel, dressed him with a clean small shirt and apron, laid him on her lap and began swaddling him.

Cattle-dealer Pramatis had come on the occasion of Kolympidia and declared his desire to become the babe’s godfather to commemorate his recent danger and rescue in the sea.
Deckhand Tsotsos had come as far as the door, where he was standing and watching the ceremony from the distance. The neighbor, Dimitri Skiaderos, Konstanti Plantari’s first cousin, had not appeared at the cottage since the day of his wedding (apparently they were not on speaking terms). But that evening he came escorted by his wife, Delcharo, and his children, two of whom he was holding by the hand in a string – one five and the other four years old – and a third two-year-old child he was carrying under his armpit, while a five-month-old infant suckled in his mother’s bosom, and two more, seven and eight-year- olds were following hanging at her skirts. He made his appearance, rejoicing in the happiness of his cousin and voicing his well-wishing and congratulations.
They all sat down around the table. On the right sat midwife Balalina, on the left neighbor Susanna, in the very midst the newborn’s father. On Susanna’s right was Plantarou, next to her sat cattle-dealer Pramatis with a couple of others. The remaining seats were occupied by the Skiaderos family. They started eating. Dimitri Skiaderos’ kids did not easily fit. They shouted, grousing and making a din. One wanted tsitsi* (baby talk for meat); the other did not like mam*(the food); the third whimpered asking for vry (water); the fourth felt like having some sweetmeat, for he hated cheese. The wretched new mother was tormented by this hubbub. Then they all began toasting. They wished a long life to the father, an easy confinement (quarantine: a new mother was considered unclean and did not budge from the house for forty days until she received the priest’s blessing) to the new mother. The first to raise the glass was the midwife, the next was the father followed by the neighbor, old Susanna. When it was Plantarou’s turn to drink to her daughter-in-law’s health, she expressed her wishes in three different tones:
To your health, my daughter, and may the forty days of confinement pass by easily and in happiness. And whatever I have said against you, my child, let it be gone with the wind!
(1894)

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