Found 1,242 results for "World War II, fiction"
The War of the Worlds
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...
War and Peace
by Лев Толстой
"Eh bien, mon prince, so Genoa and Lucca are now no more than family estates of the Bonapartes.
The Art of War
by 孙武, Stephen F. Kaufman
ACCORDING TO AN OLD STORY, a lord of ancient China once asked his physician, a member of a family of healers, which of t...
The Caine mutiny
by Herman Wouk
He was of medium height, somewhat chubby, and good looking, with curly red hair and an innocent, gay face, more remarkab...
The Time Machine
by H. G. Wells
H. G. Wells was an astonishingly versatile and prolific writer.
Gulliver's Travels
by Jonathan Swift
MY FATHER HAD a small estate in Nottinghamshire, 1 was the third of five sons.
The Red Badge of Courage
by Stephen Crane
¿Has oído hablar, amigo lector, siquiera alguna vez, de Stephen Crane?
This Side of Paradise
by F. Scott Fitzgerald
Amory Blaine inherited from his mother every trait, except the stray inexpressible few, that made him worth while.
The Pilgrim's Progress
by John Bunyan
When at the first I took my Pen in hand, / Thus for to write; I did not understand / That I at all should make a little ...
Анна Каренина
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...
The Beautiful and Damned
by F. Scott Fitzgerald
IN 1913, when Anthony Patch was twenty-five, two years were already gone since irony, the Holy Ghost of this later day, ...
Nineteen Eighty-Four
by George Orwell
Hari yang dingin dan cerah di bulan April, dan jam-jam berdentang tiga belas kali.
The Last of the Mohicans
by James Fenimore Cooper
IT WAS a feature peculiar to the colonial wars of North America, that the toils and dangers of the wilderness were to be...
Second Foundation
by Isaac Asimov
The First Galactic Empire had endured for tens of thousands of years.
Animal Farm
by George Orwell
Nous sommes à la ferme, à la tombée de la nuit, alors que M.Jones vient de rentrer du pub. Il est ce soir bien trop émé...
