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by Nathaniel Hawthorne
Nathaniel Hawthorne was born on July 4, 1804 in Salem, Massachusetts, the only son of Captain Nathaniel Hathorne and Eli...
by Edith Wharton
ON a January evening of the early seventies, Christine Nilsson was singing in Faust at the Academy of Music in New York.
by Machado de Assis
Que Stendhal confessasse haver escrito um de seus livros para cem leitores, coisa é que admira e consterna.
by Mary Shelley
YOU WILL REJOICE to hear that no disaster has accompanied the commencement of an enterprise which you have regarded with...
by Jane Austen
THE FAMILY of Dashwood had been long settled in Sussex.
by Upton Sinclair
IT WAS FOUR O'CLOCK when the ceremony was over and the carriages began to arrive.
by Charles Dickens
IT WAS THE BEST of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the...
by Franz Kafka
I COULD HEAR THE CARTS driving past the garden fence, sometimes I even caught sight of them through the gently shifting ...
by J. K. Rowling
La journée la plus chaude de l’été, jusqu’à présent en tout cas, tirait à sa fin et un silence somnolent s’était install...
by Фёдор Михайлович Достоевский
AT around nine in the morning towards the end of a thawing November, the Warsaw train was approaching Petersburg at full...
by John Steinbeck
To the red country and part of the gray country of Oklahoma, the last rains came gently, and they did not cut the scarre...
by Henry James
I remember the whole beginning as a succession of flights and drops, a little seesaw of the right throbs and the wrong.
by Stephenie Meyer
I'd never given much thought to how I would die--though I had reason enough in the last few months--but even if I had, I...
by Фёдор Михайлович Достоевский
Part I bears the subtitle 'The Underground', to which is appended an explanatory note from Dostoevsky himself: Both the ...
by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
ALS ICH SECHS Jahre alt war, sah ich einmal in einem Buch uber den Urwald, das ,,Erlebte Geschichten" hei , ein prachtig...
by H. Rider Haggard
IT is a curious thing that at my age-fifty-five last birthday-I should find myself taking up a pen to try and write a hi...
by Hermann Hesse
I shall begin my story with an experience I had when I was ten and attended our small town's Latin school.
by Astrid Lindgren
Way out at the end of a tiny little town was an old overgrown garden, and in the garden was an old house, and in the hou...