A literary psychograph that realistically illuminates the darkness of the abused soul. A social novel like no other
Τmy name is Agnitha. I, Agni. What is this place? This house with the closed windows and cracked skylights. The place where I was born. I, Agni. From the first years of my life I was alone. I didn't taste my mother's milk, I didn't feel her warm caress on my back and sternum. At night I saw shadows and monsters lingered. No one came to save me. I am Agni. Neither my day is day nor my night is night. I dry my pain in the wind, scatter it in the clouds and burn it in the sun. I get lost in the realities of my mind. Hope. I'm afraid. Live;
My name is Agnitha.
''Agnitha is a clay or stone loom component. A small pyramid, which, from ancient times to the present day, is used as a weight, in order to keep the balance during the knitting process''.
This is not a simple social novel but a literary psychograph. Myrto, an abused woman, wife of the tyrannical Argyris and pregnant, has been left in a dead end situation observing herself passively. Placing her desperate expectations on the arrival of her daughter, she symbolically names her Agnitha. Throwing this burden on her childish shoulders, she hopes to bring balance to her already sick relationship with Argyris. Myrtle's expectations become a horrible expectation, unless…
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