Found 943 results for "Russia in fiction"
by Ian Fleming
Der nackte Mann, der ausgestreckt neben dem Swimmingpool auf dem Bauch lag, hätte ebenso gut tot sein können.
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...
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
Alexei Fyodorovich Karamazov was the third son of Fyodor Pavlovich Karamazov, a landowner in our district who became a c...
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 William Shakespeare
Late in 1621 or early in 1622 two men brought to the son of a somewhat disreputable printer an idea that was to change t...
by William Shakespeare
[Enter two Sentinels first, Francisco, who paces up and down at his post; then Bernardo, who approaches him.]
by Фёдор Михайлович Достоевский
IN setting out to describe the recent and very strange events that occurred in our hitherto completely undistinguished l...
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...
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...
by Фёдор Михайлович Достоевский
No início de julho, ao entardecer, sob um calor intenso, um jovem saiu do cubículo que sublocava na travessa S.
by Charles Perrault
ONCE UPON A TIME there lived a king and queen who were grieved, more grieved than words can tell, because they had no ch...
by Лев Толстой
KARENIN and his wife continued to live under the same roof, to meet every day, and yet to remain entire strangers to eac...
by Михаил Афанасьевич Булгаков
Once upon an unusually hot hour of sunset in spring, two gentlemen appeared at Patriarch's Ponds in Moscow.
by Лев Толстой
"Eh bien, mon prince, so Genoa and Lucca are now no more than family estates of the Bonapartes.