Found 2,652 results for "Europeans in fiction"
by Alexandre Dumas
SINCE Aramis's singular transformation into a confessor of the order, Baisemeaux was no longer the same man.
by Kenneth Grahame
The Mole had been working very hard all the morning, spring cleaning his little home.
by Jorge Luis Borges
Debo a la conjuncion de un espejo y de una enciclopedia el descubrimiento de Uqbar.
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...
by Truman Capote
problems. However, the last seven years have been years of droughtless beneficence.
by Jules Verne
MR. PHILEAS FOGG LIVED, IN 1872, AT NO. 7, SAVILLE Row, Burlington Gardens, the house in which Sheridan died in 1814.
by Gabriel García Márquez
Era inevitable: el olor de las almendras amargas le recordaba siempre el destino de los amores contrariados.
by Felix Salten
He came into the world in the middle of the thicket, in one of those little, hidden forest glades which seem to be entir...
by Фёдор Михайлович Достоевский
Alexei Fyodorovich Karamazov was the third son of Fyodor Pavlovich Karamazov, a landowner in our district who became a c...
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...
by Фёдор Михайлович Достоевский
IN the remoter parts of Siberia, in the midst of the steppes, the mountains, or the pathless forests, lie scattered a fe...
by A. A. Milne
HERE IS Edward Bear, coming downstairs now, bump, bump, bump, on the back of his head, behind Christopher Robin.
by Edmond Rostand
We are in Paris in 1640, the era of Dumas's Three Musketeers.
by Gilbert Keith Chesterton
Harold March, the rising reviewer and social critic, was walking vigorously across a great tableland of moors and common...
by Arthur Conan Doyle
I had called upon my friend, Mr. Sherlock Holmes, one day in the autumn of last year and found him in deep conversation ...
by Marguerite Yourcenar
My dear Mark, Today I went to see my physician Hermogenes, who has just returned to the Villa from a rather long journey...
by Charles Dickens
THE first ray of light which illumines the gloom, and converts into a dazzling brilliancy that obscurity in which the ea...
by William Shakespeare
[Enter two Sentinels first, Francisco, who paces up and down at his post; then Bernardo, who approaches him.]