Picasso

by Pablo Picasso, Jean-Louis Andral

Poems by John Keats

by John Keats

I stood tiptoe upon a little hill,

Notre Dame de Paris

by Victor Hugo

Il y a aujourd'hui trois cent quarante-huit ans six mois et dix-neuf jours que les Parisiens s'éveillèrent au bruit de t...

The life of Olaudah Equiano, or Gustavus Vassa, the African

by Olaudah Equiano

I BELIEVE it is difficult for those who publish their own memoirs to escape the imputation of vanity; nor is this the on...

Du contrat social

by Jean-Jacques Rousseau

Tal vez no sea superfluo, al introducir el célebre libro de Rousseau, señalar como punto de partida que estamos ante un ...

The Narrative of Arthur Gordon Pym

by Edgar Allan Poe

Me llamo Arthur Gordon Pym.

Les fleurs du mal

by Charles Baudelaire

Losque, par un decret des puissances supremes,

Du côté de chez Swann

by Marcel Proust

Longtemps je me suis couché de bonne heure.

Twelve years a slave

by Solomon Northup

Having been born a freeman, and for more than thirty years enjoyed the blessings of liberty in a free State-and having a...

Candide

by Voltaire

Chapitre I. Comment candide fut élevé dans un beau château, et comment il fut chassé d'icelui. Il y avait en Vestp...

Bible

by Bible

So there you are, a teenager at your grandparent's house.

Marc Chagall

by Marc Chagall, Evgenija Petrova

Germinal

by Émile Zola

OVER the open plain, beneath a starless sky as dark and thick as ink, a man walked alone along the highway from Marchien...

Financial audit

by United States. General Accounting Office

À la recherche du temps perdu

by Marcel Proust

Yellow screen. Sound of a garden gate bell.

The Art of Public Speaking

by Stephen E. Lucas

Wilma Subra had no intention of becoming a public speaker.

Abraham Lincoln

by Carl Sandburg

IN THE year 1776, when the 13 American colonies gave to the world their famous Declaration of Independence, there was a ...

A Canticle for Leibowitz

by Walter M. Miller Jr., Волтер Майкл Міллер-молодший

Bruder Francis Gerard von Utah hätte die so segensreichen Urkunden wohl nie entdeckt, wäre nicht der Pilger mit gegürtet...

On Writing

by Stephen King

Visage volé

by Latifa, Chekeba Hachemi

9 A.M., September 27, 1996. Someone knocks violently on our door.