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Вишневый сад
by Антон Павлович Чехов
Early dawn. The old nursery, with several doors, one of them to ANYA's bedroom.
Le avventure di Pinocchio
by Carlo Collodi
How it happened that Mr Cherry, the carpenter, found a piece of wood that laughed and cried like a child
Kinder- und Hausmärchen
by Gebrüder Grimm [Brothers Grimm]
Long ago, in a far away place, there lived a king and his beautiful daughter.
Genji monogatari
by Murasaki Shikibu
IN the reign of a certain Emperor, whose name is unknown to us, there was, among the Niogo and Koyi of the Imperial Cour...
The Boxcar Children
by Gertrude Chandler Warner
ONE WARM NIGHT four children stood in front of a bakery.
Little House on the Prairie
by Laura Ingalls Wilder
Along time ago, when all the grandfathers and grandmothers of today were little boys and little girls or very small babi...
Little House in the Big Woods
by Laura Ingalls Wilder
Once upon a time, sixty years ago, a little girl lived in the Big Woods of Wisconsin, in a little gray house made of log...
The Road to Oz
by L. Frank Baum
"Please miss," said the shaggy man, "can you tell me the road to Butterfield?"
Die protestantische Ethik und der Geist des Kapitalismus
by Max Weber
A glance at the occupational statistics for any country in which several religions coexist is revealing.
Мастер и Маргарита
by Михаил Афанасьевич Булгаков
Once upon an unusually hot hour of sunset in spring, two gentlemen appeared at Patriarch's Ponds in Moscow.
The Complete Life and Adventures of Santa Claus
by L. Frank Baum
HAVE you heard of the great Forest of Burzee?
Orlando
by Virginia Woolf
HE-for there could be no doubt of his sex, though the fashion of the time did something to disguise it-was in the act of...
Incidents in the Life of a Slave Girl
by Harriet A. Jacobs
Eu nasci escrava, mas nunca soube disso até que seis anos de uma infância feliz tivessem se passado.
Ozma of Oz
by L. Frank Baum
The wind blew hard and joggled the water of the ocean, sending ripples across its surface.
Animal Farm
by George Orwell
Nous sommes à la ferme, à la tombée de la nuit, alors que M.Jones vient de rentrer du pub. Il est ce soir bien trop émé...