Siddhartha

by Hermann Hesse

In the shade of the house, in the sunshine on the river bank by the boats, in the shade of the sallow wood and the fig t...

Fahrenheit 451

by Ray Bradbury

Le plaisir d'incendier !

Perfume

by Patrick Süskind

In eighteenth-century France there lived a man who was one of the most gifted and abominable personages in an era that k...

Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince

by J. K. Rowling

Il était près de minuit et le Premier Ministre, assis seul dans son bureau, lisait un long rapport dont les mots lui tra...

Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets

by J. K. Rowling

Ce n’était pas la première fois qu’une dispute éclatait au petit déjeuner dans la maison du 4, Privet Drive. Mr Vernon D...

The Hobbit

by J.R.R. Tolkien

In een hol onder de grond woonde een hobbit.

Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone

by J. K. Rowling

Il signore e la signora Dursley, di Privet Drive numero 4, erano orgogliosi di poter affermare che erano perfettamente n...

Faust

by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

[FAUST, lying among grass and flowers, exhausted and restless, trying to sleep.]

Les Robots

by Isaac Asimov

I LOOKED AT MY NOTES AND I DIDN'T LIKE THEM.

Picasso

by William S. Lieberman

The Sea of Monsters

by Rick Riordan

My nightmare started like this.

The natural

by Bernard Malamud, SparkNotes

Roy Hobbs pawed at the glass before thinking to prick a match with his thumbnail and hold the spurting flame in his cupp...

Doctor Faustus

by Thomas Mann

Christine

by Stephen King

"Oh my God!" my friend Arnie Cunningham cried out suddenly.

Γοργίας

by Πλάτων

Callicles: Socrates, it's smart to be late for a fight, but not for a feast.

Wicked

by Gregory Maguire

From the crumpled bed the wife said, "I think today's the day.

Spas and climatic health resorts of Czechoslovakia

The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes

by Suzanne Collins

Coriolanus released the fistful of cabbage into the pot of boiling water and swore that one day it would never pass his ...

El Zorro

by Isabel Allende

Our Old Home

by Nathaniel Hawthorne

I have not asked your consent, my dear General, to the foregoing inscription, because it would have been no inconsiderab...