LovelyMay
Stories
93
Chapters
1,516
Words
6.7 M
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Reading
23 d, 5 h
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ACT I - Ivanoff begins beneath the slow-burning light of evening, where silence stretches over the estate like a veil, broken only by the voices of those tangled in their own unspoken battles. Ivanoff, once spirited and impassioned, now finds himself hollowed out by a restlessness he cannot name. His disconnection from Anna, once deeply loved, reveals itself not through cruelty but through absence—he avoids her presence as if proximity exposes the guilt he no longer wants to confront. Anna, weakened by…-
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ACT II - Ivanoff begins in Lebedieff’s richly adorned drawing-room, where elegance serves as a thin veil over emotional disquiet. The room is filled with guests, each representing a layer of society, from idle gossips to quietly suffering hosts. Zinaida presides with strained enthusiasm, offering smiles while managing the chaos of both a birthday and the realities behind closed doors. The guests engage in surface-level chatter that slowly evolves into pointed exchanges about money, respectability, and…
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ACT IV - Ivanoff opens in a room prepared for celebration, yet the air feels anything but festive. Lvoff stands alone in moral agitation, convinced that Ivanoff is nothing more than a manipulator of hearts and fortunes. His frustration boils over as he voices his intent to expose Ivanoff for using women as means to personal advancement. The seriousness of his claim is quickly undercut when Kosich bursts in with a story about cards, revealing the comic absurdity that often surrounds personal tragedy. This…
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The Confessions of a Duffer begins not with triumph but with cheerful resignation. The narrator, utterly lacking in angling finesse, accepts his place at the bottom of the fishing hierarchy with both humor and honesty. Unlike those who cast with precision or boast of trophy catches, he stumbles through rivers and mishandles his gear with an almost admirable consistency. His flies are stored not in tidy cases but in whatever book or pocket happens to be nearby. Essential tools are always forgotten, often…-
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A Border Boyhood awakens with the soft pull of memory—an evocation of landscapes etched not just in geography, but in the heart. The rivers Yarrow, Ettrick, and Tweed are not merely waterways, but vessels of story, carrying the dreams and echoes of childhood past. Even when one walks beneath foreign skies or lies under unfamiliar earth, the memory of those Border lands persists, gentle and enduring. The hush of the streams, the scent of old heather, and the gleam of foxglove in the dusk are not…
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Loch Awe--The Boatman's Yarns begins not with a cast but with the recognition that true fishing in Scotland demands patience, travel, and a willingness to seek solitude far from crowded banks. South of the Pentland Firth, angling grows scarce, spoiled by overuse and proximity to urban sprawl. But Loch Awe, though touched by time and tourism, remains a place where the rhythm of water still beats slowly. It is not untouched—railways and lodges have left their mark—but it still offers quiet for those…
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The Yarn of the Black Officer begins with the echo of boots on stone and a name that stirs caution rather than reverence. The Black Officer, whose legend blends soldierly duty with dark mystique, first emerged during the 18th-century enlistment drives of the Black Watch. He moved through glens with a deceptive promise—that the men who followed him would merely march before the King in London. Instead, their destination was not ceremonial but colonial—India, far from home and riddled with conflict. The…
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Loch-Fishing evokes more than the pursuit of trout; it taps into a deeper connection between angler and landscape, where every loch tells its own tale. In Scotland, these waters stretch far beyond the ordinary, offering challenges shaped by nature’s whims and the fish’s unspoken instincts. One might find eager, finger-length trout in Loch Borlan that rise with childlike trust, while Loch Awe holds its secrets closer, sheltering elusive giants in darker depths. The contrast is stark yet poetic,…
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Loch Leven presents itself not merely as a body of water but as a canvas layered with centuries of history and the quiet complexity of fly fishing. For the angler, it offers not just a test of skill but a dialogue between solitude and society. The loch, ringed by green slopes and whispered legends, asks its visitors to cast more than just their lines—it asks them to reflect. The author steps into this space with a consciousness shaped by contrast: the reflective rhythm of fishing versus the noisy gamble…
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The Bloody Doctor begins with a recollection as sharp as the breeze skimming the loch’s surface—where triumph is rare, but every cast carries hope. The narrator revisits Clearburn Loch, a rugged haven where trout still thrive despite dwindling populations elsewhere. The loch, distant and unforgiving, holds a charm stronger than logic. It’s not the ease of the catch that draws anglers, but the purity of the challenge. Even on days when lines come back empty, the promise of wild fish gliding under…
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