Literature

The Unkindest Blow by H.H. Munro (SAKI)

The Unkindest Blow by H.H. Munro (SAKI)

The Unkindest Blow by H.H. Munro (SAKI) The season of strikes seemed to have run itself to a standstill. Almost every trade and industry and calling in which a dislocation could possibly be engineered had indulged in that luxury. The last and least successful convulsion had been the strike of the.....

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The Student

The Student

The Student by Anton Chekhov At first, the weather was fine and still. The thrushes were calling, and in the swamps close by something alive droned pitifully with a sound like blowing into an empty bottle. A snipe flew by, and the shot aimed at it rang out with a gay, resounding note in the [&hel.....

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The Night Moth With a Crooked Feeler

The Night Moth With a Crooked Feeler

The Night Moth With a Crooked Feeler by Clara Dillingham Pierson The beautiful, brilliant Butterflies of the Meadow had many cousins living in the forest, most of whom were Night Moths. They also were very beautiful creatures, but they dressed in duller colors and did not have slender waists. Som.....

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The Stubborn Wife

The Stubborn Wife

The Stubborn Wife (A Drollery From Finland) Long ago in Finland, a young man named Jan married a woman named Astrid. He loved her with all his heart and thought her a wonderful woman. But, alas, after a while Astrid began to show her true character, and Jan grew sad. Astrid was selfish and headst.....

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The Legend of Knockmany Hill

The Legend of Knockmany Hill

The Legend of Knockmany Hill (A Tale From Ireland) Long ago, the famous giant Finn McCool and his gigantic relatives were working at the Giant’s Causeway when suddenly Finn looked at the others and said, “I’m heading home to visit my wife, Oonagh.” He pulled up a fir tree,.....

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Sisters of Peace

Sisters of Peace

Sisters of Peace (A Salish Indian Tale) Many, many years ago, as the gentle spring winds came to the Capilano canyon at the edge of the vast Pacific, two daughters of the great chief known as Tyee reached womanhood. The river swelled, the leaves opened, and flocks of birds returned to the land af.....

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The Vendetta

The Vendetta

The Vendetta by Guy de Maupassant The widow of Paolo Severini lived alone with her son in a poor little house on the outskirts of Bonifacio. The town, built on an outjutting part of the mountain, in places even overhanging the sea, looks across the straits, full of sandbanks, towards the southern.....

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Anniversary of the Eggs

Anniversary of the Eggs

Anniversary of the Eggs (An Original Tale) Bonita Bunny was born a long time ago in a forest not far from your home. You may have heard about the way Bonita loved to play hide-and-seek, and you may have heard that the other bunnies and rabbits and squirrels and chipmunks and moles and beavers and.....

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The Shaggy Dog

The Shaggy Dog

The Shaggy Dog (An American Folktale) Once there was a woman who owned a shaggy dog. She loved her dog a great deal and was proud of his very shaggy coat. The woman took the dog with her everywhere she went. It happened that once the woman and her dog traveled by ship to England, […]

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The Brownie

The Brownie

The Brownie (A Tale Told in Scotland) Well, this happened a long time ago in Scotland, but if you listen closely you will probably still hear the children singing of the little man named Aiken Drum. He came one night out of the blue. It was dusk, just when the milking was done and before [&hellip.....

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Alexandre

Alexandre

Alexandre by Guy de Maupassant At four o’clock that day, as on every other day, Alexandre rolled the three-wheeled chair for cripples up to the door of the little house; then, in obedience to the doctor’s orders, he would push his old and infirm mistress about until six o’clock......

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The Looking Glass

The Looking Glass

The Looking Glass by Anton Chekhov NEW YEAR’S EVE. Nellie, the daughter of a landowner and general, a young and pretty girl, dreaming day and night of being married, was sitting in her room, gazing with exhausted, half-closed eyes into the looking-glass. She was pale, tense, and as motionle.....

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