hello.. i have some questions to a story.. :

You cannot blame me for hating the intruders. I had come to cherish the peace and quiet that had been mine so long. The sight of the deserted country house beside my mill filled me with deep satisfaction. I had seen it crumbling down over the years. Surely no one would want to live there, ever. I thought.
The activity had started without warning. Men came in cars and lorries and tractors. They rebuilt the old house from top to bottom. They laid out a new garden, planting flowers and bushes and trees. They talked and laughed and smoked. I watched them from my mill and gritted my teeth. There was nothing I could do about it, because they worked only in the daytime.
When they were finished, they went. But the quiet did not last long.
The three of them moved in. I loathed the man with the spectacles who got out the big, shiny car. Yet I was curious. In the end my curiosity became stronger than my fear of daylight. I got very close to him to have a good look. He could not see me of course. A horrible smell met me. It came from the skin of his face, and I understood at once. He was beardless. A great many beardless men smelt like that. I knew the woman's smell would be worse, so I stepped back.
Then I saw the little girl, and my heart went out to her. They stood looking at the house. I heard the woman say. 'Now, what do you think of it, Miriam?' The name went through my brain like an arrow. I trembld and nearly cried. A long-forgotten warmth welled up within me, and I felt a wild expectancy. How I loved the little girl!
Just the two of them, I thought. And the little girl. But when I made the round of the house that night, I saw there were more. A cook, two maids, a man servant. I wondered if I would be up to the situation.
The last room I went into was the little girl's. She was asleep. In on hand she clutched a toy rabbit. Her other hand dangled over the bedside. Oh, how I loved her. A great wave of happiness swept over me.
I sat down, very carefully, on the bed. I looked at the little girl's face for hours, it seemed. Then I nearly jumped up in alarm. Her cheeks were bright red, and she was brathing with difficulty. I recognised the symptoms, and cursed myself for not noticing before.
Despair gripped me. I was powerless. Again I was powerless. Hadn't the man and the woman noticed either? They wouldn't have left the little girl alone in her room if they had. What did it matter anyway. Here I was, and again I could do nothing. Or could I, this time?
I put my hands on the little girl's hot forehead, and on her cheeks. I took infinite care not to wake her. I would have prayed if I could. My hands were cool, of course, cooler than anything you can imagine. I put my ear close to her little heart. It was racing, just as I knew it would. But slowly, very slowly I felt it calming down. The hotness left her skin. The redness disappeared. Did she smile? My heart was full.
I watched over her till dawn forced me to leave. She was sound asleep all the time. One day she would be as lovely as the Miriam the Black Death took away from me in the year of our Lord 1342.

first, what makes the story sound fantastic?
concentrate on natural and supernatural qualities.
what role does time play?

i dont understand it.. please help me

Der Erzähler bezieht sich auf seine Miriam, die ihm im Jahr 1342 genommen wurde. Gleichzeitig beschreibt er die Eindringlinge und schildert, wie sie mit einem Auto vorfahren. Deswegen klingt die Kurzgeschichte phantastisch. Und damit weißt Du auch, welche Rolle die Zeit spielt

Penso che sia una vecchia storia e suoni vago esperti ad uno detto da Pica da un fuoco di accampamento una notte mentre arrostendo i marshmellows. Se mi ricordo correttamente era una notte riempita stella calma e la storia era abbastanza coercitiva ed interessante.