Wedding nights

This is one of the author's most popular short story collections.

Should life be filled with one great love, or should we experience many?

Is a wedding really such a significant turning point in life?

Aren't nights of freedom more pleasant than the wedding night?

The author does not offer general answers to these questions, but guides the reader through human lives, going around the scenery and peering behind the scenes of the dramatic stage of life stories from the twentieth century.

“He looked at her as she turned her face to the full sun; they had left the forest and were approaching the river, the sun was pouring into the compartment in a full stream and foaming on the chrome bars. Sixteen years. Now his wife was forty-six. A pretty woman in her prime. Every age has its budding, its bloom, and its wilting. A person blooms and wilts more than once in their life. A person, he mused, is closer to the trees, which repeat the seasons of blossom and harvest, closer to the trees than to who knows what else. There’s a piece of hope in that.” “Man has already named all things, animals, and plants, and yet the most important things are not named. Precisely the most important ones. I would have to speak for a long time, maybe an hour and maybe a whole day, to tell her what could be expressed in a single word, if it had been invented.” “The suit suited his pale skin but did not match his square chin and his whole face, in which the law of symmetry was broken in such a cunning way that the observer was in doubt whether they were looking at an ugly face or a face marked by unusual beauty.”

(An excerpt from the book)