Manifest der Kommunistischen Partei

by Karl Marx, Friedrich Engels

THE history of all hitherto existing society is the history of class struggles.

The Boy in the Striped Pyjamas

by John Boyne

The Wind in the Willows

by Kenneth Grahame

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

A Study in Scarlet

by Arthur Conan Doyle

IN the year 1878 I took my degree of Doctor of Medicine of the University of London, and proceeded to Netley to go throu...

Dorothy and the Wizard in Oz

by L. Frank Baum

THE train from 'Frisco was very late.

Alice's Adventures in Wonderland

by Lewis Carroll

Alice was beginning to get very tired of sitting by her sister on the bank, and of having nothing to do: once or twice s...

Pygmalion

by George Bernard Shaw

London at 11.15 p.m. Torrents of heavy summer rain.

Pollyanna

by Eleanor Hodgman Porter, Porter

Miss Polly Harrington entered her kitchen a little hurriedly this June morning.

Imitation of Christ

by Thomas à Kempis, Jérôme de Gonnelieu

"Whoever follows Me will not walk in darkness," says the Lord.

The Iron Heel

by Jack London

The soft summer wind stirs the redwoods, and Wild-Water ripples sweet cadences over its mossy stones.

Государство и революция

by Vladimir Il’ich Lenin

What is now happening to Marx's teaching has, in the course of history, happened repeatedly to the teachings of revoluti...

Kidnapped

by Robert Louis Stevenson

I will begin the story of my adventures with a certain morning early in the month of June, the year of grace 1751, when ...

Anne of Avonlea

by Lucy Maud Montgomery

A tall, slim girl, 'half past sixteen', with serious grey eyes and hair which her friends called auburn, had sat down on...

Robin Hood

by Howard Pyle

IN MERRY ENGLAND in the time of old, when good King Henry the Second ruled the land, there lived within the green glades...

Peter Pan

by J. M. Barrie

ALL children, except one, grow up.

Hamlet

by William Shakespeare

[Enter two Sentinels first, Francisco, who paces up and down at his post; then Bernardo, who approaches him.]

The Man Who Was Thursday

by Gilbert Keith Chesterton

The suburb of Saffron Park lay on the sunset side of London, as red and ragged as a cloud of sunset.

The Scarlet Letter

by Nathaniel Hawthorne

A THRONG of bearded men, in sad-colored garments and gray, steeple-crowned hats intermixed with women, some wearing hood...

Flatland

by Edwin Abbott Abbott

I CALL our world Flatland, not because we call it so, but to make its nature clearer to you, my happy readers, who are p...

Poetics

by Aristotle

In this work, we propose to discuss the nature of the poetic art in general, and to treat of its different species in pa...