Γραμματικός ηκάθουνταν ⬥ A teacher seated himself down upon a block of marble and started writing with his pen, and knocked his ink-well over, the ink could not but stain his clothes, which were gold-thread embroidered. The waters of nine rivers failed to wash away the blotches. Why, open up, [...]
Ήρθ’ ου Λάζαρους ⬥ It is the feast of Lazarus, the feast of Palms is nigh. – Where were you, Lazarus, where did you hide yourself? – Why, I was in the tomb, entombed within the earth. Give me, give me cool spring water, my mouth is full of bitter [...]
