1.0ΒΙΒΛΙΟΒΑΡΔΙΑ Βιβλιοπωλείο - Εκδόσειςhttps://vivliovardia.gr/en/artdirectorhttps://vivliovardia.gr/en/author/artdirector/rich600338<blockquote class="wp-embedded-content" data-secret="0yvyzV9ckN"><a href="https://vivliovardia.gr/en/product/i-proti-agapi/">The First Love</a></blockquote><iframe sandbox="allow-scripts" security="restricted" src="https://vivliovardia.gr/en/product/i-proti-agapi/embed/#?secret=0yvyzV9ckN" width="600" height="338" title="“The First Love” — ΒΙΒΛΙΟΒΑΡΔΙΑ Βιβλιοπωλείο - Εκδόσεις" data-secret="0yvyzV9ckN" frameborder="0" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" scrolling="no" class="wp-embedded-content"></iframe><script> /*! This file is auto-generated */ !function(d,l){"use strict";l.querySelector&&d.addEventListener&&"undefined"!=typeof URL&&(d.wp=d.wp||{},d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage||(d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage=function(e){var t=e.data;if((t||t.secret||t.message||t.value)&&!/[^a-zA-Z0-9]/.test(t.secret)){for(var s,r,n,a=l.querySelectorAll('iframe[data-secret="'+t.secret+'"]'),o=l.querySelectorAll('blockquote[data-secret="'+t.secret+'"]'),c=new RegExp("^https?:$","i"),i=0;i<o.length;i++)o[i].style.display="none";for(i=0;i<a.length;i++)s=a[i],e.source===s.contentWindow&&(s.removeAttribute("style"),"height"===t.message?(1e3<(r=parseInt(t.value,10))?r=1e3:~~r<200&&(r=200),s.height=r):"link"===t.message&&(r=new URL(s.getAttribute("src")),n=new URL(t.value),c.test(n.protocol))&&n.host===r.host&&l.activeElement===s&&(d.top.location.href=t.value))}},d.addEventListener("message",d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage,!1),l.addEventListener("DOMContentLoaded",function(){for(var e,t,s=l.querySelectorAll("iframe.wp-embedded-content"),r=0;r<s.length;r++)(t=(e=s[r]).getAttribute("data-secret"))||(t=Math.random().toString(36).substring(2,12),e.src+="#?secret="+t,e.setAttribute("data-secret",t)),e.contentWindow.postMessage({message:"ready",secret:t},"*")},!1)))}(window,document); </script> https://vivliovardia.gr/wp-content/uploads/2021/11/ELLO_proti-agapi.webp10001483"The day came when I felt that out of all the people I liked, I loved one individually and all the more because I realized that I loved only her. Her name was Vagelio, and she was also our close relative. And Vagelio didn't have the type I liked until then. She was tall and dark-skinned, over eighteen, maybe over twenty. In her I saw more the expression of the soul than of the flesh, the lifeless whiteness and dampness. In the exterior of the Gospel, in the attitude and the movement, in the voice, the look and the laugh, a sweet and painful soul was presented. In her black eyes I saw a holy kindness, something from the look of the Virgin Mary and her sweet voice, when she was still saying trivial and indifferent things, was music that reached the depths of my soul and filled my heart with tenderness. Every time I saw her.