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by Agatha Christie
I was standing at the window of Poirot's rooms looking out idly on the street below.
by Agatha Christie
I first came to know Sophia Leonides in Egypt towards the end of the war.
by Agatha Christie
I have met people who enjoy a channel crossing; men who can sit calmly in their deck-chairs and, on arrival, wait until ...
by Александр Исаевич Солженицын
How do people get to this clandestine Archipelago?
by Agatha Christie
The intense interest aroused in the public by what was known at the time as "The Styles Case" has now somewhat subsided.
by Max Weber
A glance at the occupational statistics for any country in which several religions coexist is revealing.
by Agatha Christie
WHO is there who has not felt a sudden startled pang at reliving an old experience or feeling an old emotion?
by Agatha Christie
AT 6:13 A.M. on a Friday morning Lucy Angkatell's big blue eyes opened upon another day, and as always, she was at once ...
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 Agatha Christie
NO seaside town in the south of England is, I think, as attractive as St. Loo.
by Agatha Christie
OLD Lanscombe moved totteringly from room to room, pulling up the blinds.
by Agatha Christie
"MY dear Monsieur Poirot!" It was a soft purring voice used deliberately as an instrument-nothing impulsive or unpremedi...
by Agatha Christie
"YOU do see, don't you, that she's go to be killed?"
by Agatha Christie
IT was close on midnight when a man crossed the Place de la Concorde.
by Agatha Christie
"Linnet Ridgeway!" "That's her!" said Mr. Burnaby, the landlord of the Three Crowns.
by Mark Twain
"TOM!'" No answer. ''Tom!" No answer. ''What's gone with that boy, I wonder? You TOM!" No answer.
by Ludwig Wittgenstein, Isidoro Reguera Pérez
Perhaps this book will be understood only by someone who has himself already had the thoughts that are expressed in it-o...
by Михаил Афанасьевич Булгаков
Once upon an unusually hot hour of sunset in spring, two gentlemen appeared at Patriarch's Ponds in Moscow.