Идиот

by Фёдор Михайлович Достоевский

AT around nine in the morning towards the end of a thawing November, the Warsaw train was approaching Petersburg at full...

The Invisible Man

by H. G. Wells

THE STRANGER CAME early in February, one wintry day, through a biting wind and a driving snow, the last snowfall of the ...

Inferno

by Dante Alighieri

IN the middle of the journey of our life I came to myself within a dark wood where the straight way was lost.

La Poetica

by Aristotle

We speak in many ways of what is, i.e. the ways distinguished earlier in our work on the several ways in which things ar...

Treasure Island

by Robert Louis Stevenson

SQUIRE TRELAWNEY, Dr. Livesey, and the rest of these gentlemen having asked me to write down the whole particulars about...

Ivanhoe

by Sir Walter Scott

In that pleasant district of merry England which is watered by the river Don, there extended in ancient times a large fo...

Jude the Obscure

by Thomas Hardy

Ὀδύσσεια

by Όμηρος

THIS IS THE STORY OF A MAN, ONE WHO WAS NEVER AT A loss.

The Call of the Wild

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 ...

Northanger Abbey

by Jane Austen

Through the Looking-Glass

by Lewis Carroll

ONE THING WAS certain, that the white kitten had had nothing to do with it:- it was the black kitten's fault entirely.

Οἰδίπους Τύραννος (Oidípous Týrannos)

by Sophocles

The background is the front wall of a building, with a double door in the center.

Metamorphoses

by Ovid

The classics were the raw material of the English Renaissance; to write in the sixteenth century meant to engage in dial...

Metamorphosis

by Franz Kafka

I COULD HEAR THE CARTS driving past the garden fence, sometimes I even caught sight of them through the gently shifting ...

Julius Caesar

by William Shakespeare

There is an aura of unreality about the plays of Shakespeare, and students feel this, although they may not be able to e...

Moby Dick

by Herman Melville

CALL me Ishmael.

Persuasion

by Jane Austen

THE following pages are the production of a pen which has already contributed in no small degree to the entertainment of...

White Fang

by Jack London

DARK spruce forest frowned on either side the frozen waterway.

Romeo and Juliet

by William Shakespeare

Enter Sampson and Gregory, with swords and bucklers, of the house of Capulet.

Oliver Twist

by Charles Dickens

AMONG OTHER PUBLIC BUILDINGS IN A CERTAIN TOWN, WHICH for many reasons it will be prudent to refrain from mentioning, an...