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by Mark Twain
YOU DON'T know about me, without you have read a book by the name of "The Adventures of Tom Sawyer," but that ain't no m...
by L. Frank Baum
HAVE you heard of the great Forest of Burzee?
by H. Rider Haggard
There are some events of which each circumstance and surrounding detail seem to be graven on the memory in such fashion ...
by Lewis Carroll
The book in your hands is the most accessible of all literary masterpieces, and one of the strangest.
by Daniel Defoe, J. J. Grandville
I was born in the year 1632 in the city of York, of a good family, though not of that country, my father being a foreign...
by Robert Louis Stevenson
SQUIRE TRELAWNEY, Doctor Livesey, and the rest of these gentlemen having asked me to write down the whole particulars ab...
by Roald Dahl
Ce Vieux monsieur et cette vieille dame sont les parents de Mr. Bucket.
by Arthur Conan Doyle
Mr. Hungerton, her father, really was the most tactless person upon earth-a fluffy, feathery, untidy cockatoo of a man, ...
by Bram Stoker
3 May. Bistritz. - Left Munich at 8:35 P.M., on 1st May, arriving at Vienna early next morning; should have arrived at...
by C. S. Lewis
ONCE THERE WERE FOUR CHILDREN whose names were Peter, Susan, Edmund, and Lucy, and it has been told in another book call...
by H. G. Wells
H. G. Wells was an astonishingly versatile and prolific writer.
by Edgar Rice Burroughs
I HAD this story from one who had no business to tell it to to me, or to any other.
by H. G. Wells
NO ONE would have believed in the last years of the nineteenth century that this world was being watched keenly and clos...
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 Jack London
BUCK did not read the newspapers, or he would have known that trouble was brewing, not alone for himself, but for every ...
by Михаил Афанасьевич Булгаков
Once upon an unusually hot hour of sunset in spring, two gentlemen appeared at Patriarch's Ponds in Moscow.
by Philip Pullman
Lyra and her daemon moved through the darkening hall, taking care to keep to one side, out of sight of the kitchen.