«Να πού βρίσκεται η αληθινή μαγεία του Παπαδιαμάντη» γράφει ο Οδυσσέας Ελύτης, «Δε ζητά να τεντώσει τα νεύρα μας, να σείσει πύργους και να επικαλεστεί τέρατα. Οι νύχτες του, ελαφριές σαν το γιασεμί ακόμη και όταν περιέχουν τρικυμίες, πέφτουν επάνω στην ψυχή μας σαν μεγάλες πεταλούδες που αλλάζουν ολοένα θέση, αφήνοντας μια στιγμή να δούμε στα διάκενα τη χρυσή παραλία όπου θα μπορούσαμε να 'χαμε περπατήσει χωρίς βάρος, χωρίς αμαρτία».
Alexandros Papadiamantis (Greek: Αλέξανδρος Παπαδιαμάντης) was an influential Greek novelist and short-story writer. He was born in Greece, on the island of Skiathos, in the western part of the Aegean Sea. The island would figure prominently in his work. His father was a priest. He moved to Athens as a young man to complete his high school studies, and enrolled in the philosophy faculty of Athens University, but never completed his studies. He returned to his native island in later life, and died there. He supported himself by writing throughout his adult life, anything from journalism and short stories to several serialized novels. From a certain point onwards he had become very popular, and newspapers and magazines vied for his writings, offering him substantial fees. Papadiamantis did not care for money, and would often ask for lower fees if he thought they were unfairly high; furthermore he spent his money carelessly and took no care of his clothing and appearance. He never married, and was known to be a recluse, whose only true cares were observing and writing about the life of the poor, and chanting at church: he was referred to as "kosmokalogeros" (κοσμοκαλόγερος, "a monk in the world"). He died of pneumonia.
Σίγουρα όχι το πιο εύκολο ανάγνωσμα, λόγω καθαρεύουσας. Ωστόσο είναι αρκετά κατανοητό και ευανάγνωστο, αν το διαβάσεις χαλαρά, χωρίς πίεση. Γλυκές ιστορίες που σε πάνε πίσω σε εκείνα τα απλά χρόνια στην Ελλάδα, τα γεμάτα δυσκολίες αλλά μιας ζωής μια στάλα πιο αγνής...