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by Nathaniel Hawthorne
HALFWAY DOWN A bystreet of one of our New England towns stands a rusty wooden house, with seven acutely peaked gables, f...
by Eleanor Hodgman Porter, Porter
With a frown Miss Polly folded the letter and tucked it into its envelope.
by J.R.R. Tolkien
Aragorn chvátal do kopce. Co chvíli se shýbal k zemi. Hobiti totiž chodí lehce a jejich stopy nepřečte snadno ani Hranič...
by Robert Louis Stevenson
Mr. UTTERSON the lawyer was a man of a rugged countenance that was never lighted by a smile; cold, scanty and embarrasse...
by H. G. Wells
Wells uses first-person narration in The War of the Worlds.
by Victor Hugo
Il y a aujourd'hui trois cent quarante-huit ans six mois et dix-neuf jours que les Parisiens s'éveillèrent au bruit de t...
by Mary Shelley
YOU WILL REJOICE to hear that no disaster has accompanied the commencement of an enterprise which you have regarded with...
by Carlo Collodi
How it happened that Mr Cherry, the carpenter, found a piece of wood that laughed and cried like a child
by J.R.R. Tolkien
When Mr. Bilbo Baggins of Bag End announced that he would shortly be celebrating his eleventy-first birthday with a part...
by Stephen Hawking
A WELL-KNOWN SCIENTIST (some say it was Bertrand Russell) once gave a public lecture on astronomy.
by Михаил Афанасьевич Булгаков
Once upon an unusually hot hour of sunset in spring, two gentlemen appeared at Patriarch's Ponds in Moscow.
by Clement Clarke Moore
T WAS the night before Christmas, when all through the house
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 Frances Hodgson Burnett
Once on a dark winter's day, when the yellow fog hung so thick and heavy in the streets of London that the lamps were li...
by Ray Bradbury
One minute it was Ohio winter, with doors closed, windows locked, the panes blind with frost, icicles fringing every roo...
by Agatha Christie
Miss Jane Marple was sitting by her window.
by Stephenie Meyer
I'd never given much thought to how I would die--though I had reason enough in the last few months--but even if I had, I...
by Agatha Christie
I was standing at the window of Poirot's rooms looking out idly on the street below.
by Mitch Albom
The last class of my old professor's life took place once a week in his house, by a window in the study where he could w...