Peter Pan

by J. M. Barrie

ALL children, except one, grow up.

Jane Eyre

by Charlotte Brontë

There was no possibility of taking a walk that day.

Vanity Fair

by William Makepeace Thackeray

WHILE the present century was in its teens, and on one sunshiny morning in June, there drove up to the great iron gate o...

The Scarlet Pimpernel

by Emma Orczy

A surging, seething, murmuring crowd of beings that are human only in name, for to the eye and ear they seem naught but ...

Hiroshima

by John Hersey

Exactamente a las ocho y quince minutos de la mañana, hora japonesa, el 6 de agosto de 1945, en el momento en que la bom...

To the Lighthouse

by Virginia Woolf

Jacob's Room

by Virginia Woolf

So of course," wrote Betty Flanders, pressing her heels rather deeper in the sand, "there was nothing for it but to leav...

Dubliners

by James Joyce

THERE WAS no hope for him tins time: it was the third stroke.

Мы

by Евгений Иванович Замятин

I shall simply copy, word for word, the proclamation that appeared today in the One State Gazette: The building of the I...

Five Children and It

by Edith Nesbit

The house was three miles from the station, but before the dusty hired fly had rattled along for five minutes the childr...

Great Expectations

by Charles Dickens

MY FATHER'S FAMILY NAME being Pirrip, and my Christian name Philip, my infant tongue could make of both names nothing lo...

The Story of the Amulet

by Edith Nesbit

There were once four children who spent their summer holidays in a white house, happily situated between a sandpit and a...

Little Women

by Louisa May Alcott

"CHRISTMAS won't be Christmas without any presents," grumbled Jo, lying on the rug.

Dracula

by Bram Stoker

3 May. Bistritz. - Left Munich at 8:35 P.M., on 1st May, arriving at Vienna early next morning; should have arrived at...

The Railway Children

by Edith Nesbit

The beginning of things - They were not railway children at the beginning...

Persuasion

by Jane Austen

THE following pages are the production of a pen which has already contributed in no small degree to the entertainment of...

The Wind in the Willows

by Kenneth Grahame

The Mole had been working very hard all the morning, spring cleaning his little home.

Die Traumdeutung

by Sigmund Freud

In the following pages I shall demonstrate that there is a psychological technique which makes it possible to interpret ...

The Sea-Wolf

by Jack London

I SCARCELY know where to begin, though I sometimes facetiously place the cause of it all to Charley Furuseth's credit.

Heart of Darkness

by Joseph Conrad

The Nellie, a cruising yawl, swung to her anchor without a flutter of the sails, and was at rest.