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Hands by Sherwood Anderson Upon the half decayed veranda of a small frame house that stood near the edge of a ravine near the town…

Long ago in the city of Rome, the Jews who lived there studied the Torah, their sacred scriptures, every day. They loved their studies and…

Chapter I His name was Yura. He was six years old, and the world was to him enormous, alive and bewitchingly mysterious. He knew the…

LYUBOV GRIGORYEVNA, a substantial, buxom lady of forty who undertook matchmaking and many other matters of which it is usual to speak only in whispers,…

I By the light of a tallow candle, which had been placed on one end of a rough table, a man was reading something written…

The charming Vanda, or, as she was described in her passport, the “Honourable Citizen Nastasya Kanavkin,” found herself, on leaving the hospital, in a position…

PHENISTONE ROAD, CLAPHAM. August 20th, 190… I have had what I believe to be the most remarkable day in my life, and while the events…

Pyotr Petrovitch Strizhin, the nephew of Madame Ivanov, the colonel’s widow the man whose new goloshes were stolen last year, came home from a christening…

“When I was a medical student,” began the doctor, half turning towards his circle of listeners in the firelight, “I came across one or two…

A Father’s Confession by Guy de Maupassant All Veziers-le-Rethel had followed the funeral procession of M. Badon- Leremince to the grave, and the last words…

The young Tsar had just ascended the throne. For five weeks he had worked without ceasing, in the way that Tsars are accustomed to work.…

The Chameleon’s Message (A Tale From Southern Africa) Long ago there was a valley where reeds of many shades and colors grew in abundance. The…