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Early one morning I, Vadim Maslennikov, set off for school (I was
going on seventeen at the time) having read more
Early one morning I, Vadim Maslennikov, set off for school (I was
going on seventeen at the time) having forgotten the envelope
with the first-semester fees Mother had left me in the dining
room the day before.
The primroses were over.
The primroses were over.
One night, at the latter end of April 1665, the family of a
citizen of London carrying on an read more
One night, at the latter end of April 1665, the family of a
citizen of London carrying on an extensive business as a grocer
in Wood Street, Cheapside, were assembled, according to custom,
at prayer.
For reasons which many persons thought ridiculous, Mrs. Lightfoot
Lee decided to pass the winter in Washington.
For reasons which many persons thought ridiculous, Mrs. Lightfoot
Lee decided to pass the winter in Washington.
"Christmas won't be Christmas without any presents," grumbled Jo,
lying on the rug.
"Christmas won't be Christmas without any presents," grumbled Jo,
lying on the rug.
"Please, sir, is this Plumfield?" asked a ragged boy of the man
who opened the great gate at which read more
"Please, sir, is this Plumfield?" asked a ragged boy of the man
who opened the great gate at which the omnibus left him.
It was the first Tuesday in August. The Nebraska heat rolled in
upon one like the engulfing waves of read more
It was the first Tuesday in August. The Nebraska heat rolled in
upon one like the engulfing waves of a dry sea,--a thick material
substance against which one seemed to push when moving about.
Obeying an inalienable law, things grew, spreading riotous and
strange in their instinct for growth.
Obeying an inalienable law, things grew, spreading riotous and
strange in their instinct for growth.
In the twentieth year of the reign of the right high and puissant
King Henry the Eighth, namely, in read more
In the twentieth year of the reign of the right high and puissant
King Henry the Eighth, namely, in 1529, on the twenty-first of
April, and on one of the loveliest evenings that ever fell on the
loveliest district in England, a fair youth, having somewhat the
appearance of a page, was leaning over the terrace-wall on the
north side of Windsor Castle, and gazing at the magnificent scene
before him.
