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Big raindrops were pattering on the dark windows. It was one of those disgusting summer holiday rains which, when they have begun, last a long…

The Death of a Government Clerk by Anton Chekhov One fine evening, a no less fine government clerk called Ivan Dmitritch Tchervyakov was sitting in…

In a miserable old house, in Commerce street, north of Pratt street Baltimore, there are fine stores there now lived a shoemaker, whose wife took…

Tricks of a Red Fox Once there was a red fox named Renard who was always playing tricks on others. Renard had a great many…

In the low-pitched, crooked little hut of Artyom, the forester, two men were sitting under the big dark ikon Artyom himself, a short and lean…

The First Silent Night (A Christmas Tale From Austria) Not too many years ago, in the village of Oberndorf in Austria, Father Josef Mohr entered…

“She was a dear,” Mrs. Osborne said, dealing the cards with a twist of deft white wrists, “but so casual about her clothes. The artistic…

A well-fed, red-cheeked young man called Nikolay Ilyitch Belyaev, of thirty-two, who was an owner of house property in Petersburg, and a devotee of the…

The chamber in which the sick woman lay was furnished with everything that taste could desire or comfort demand. Yet, from none of these elegant…

Between twelve and one at night a tall gentleman, wearing a top-hat and a coat with a hood, stops before the door of Marya Petrovna…

Whether the Rev. Andrew Adkin had or had not a call to preach, is more than we can say. Enough, that he considered it his…

MASHENKA PAVLETSKY, a young girl who had only just finished her studies at a boarding school, returning from a walk to the house of the…