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  The "Khlysti"--Policy of the Government towards Sectarianism--Two Kinds of Heresy--Probable Future of the Heretical Sects--Political Disaffection


id: 1349
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  the Legislation and the Official Statistics--Origin and Gradual Formation of these Classes--Peculiarity in the Historical Development of Russia


id: 1349
type: WORK_OF_ART
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  The Men with Aspirations and the Apathetically Contented--National Humiliation--Popular Discontent and the Manuscript Literature


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id: 14128
title: Toni, the Little Woodcarver
author: Spyri, Johanna
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  Little Toni was now four years old and already knew how to be helpful in earlier than other days, and she always went with little Toni by the hand, abundantly, and little Toni, deeply moved in his heart by his mother''s From that time on Toni looked at every little piece of wood which came in was sitting in the little stone hut with his carving and his mother came "Oh, you good Toni," said his mother, "what wouldn''t I give to be able to "Don''t you know any one, Mother, you can ask?" said Toni anxiously and the wood-carver in Frutigen Toni suddenly stood still and said: before him; but he knew how his mother worked, how little good she pasture, Toni''s mother gave him his little bundle and said: Then the doctor came, took Toni by the hand and went out followed by the


id: 17349
title: Frank among the Rancheros
author: Castlemon, Harry
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  Frank and Archie never grew tired of hearing Uncle James tell the story "Give it to me, Pierre," said Frank; "Marmion don''t like to be fed by As Frank asked himself this question, he turned suddenly, and saw Pierre Although Frank was suspicious of every thing Pierre said or did, he Frank shuddered as the Ranchero said this, and, for the first time, he As Frank passed through the court, he picked up his rifle, which Mr. Winters had thrown down after taking that flying shot at Pierre. "But, Pierre," said Frank, now beginning to be really frightened, "I Johnny, having by this time saddled his horse, he and Frank returned to "That must have been exciting," said Frank, while Johnny looked over his way, Johnny came next, and Frank and Archie brought up the rear. Frank turned and looked at Arthur. "You''re sure, now," said Pierre, as Frank handed him the letter, after


id: 27518
title: Change in the Village
author: Sturt, George
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  to old-English cottage life I think I have not in twenty years met with corrupted and disgraced the village life, so that good men went wrong constant work which kept him from home all day--whose wife became a sort fairly good man can be got to do an ordinary day''s work of nine hours in but as a general thing the parish where the peasant people lived was the comfortably or no, certainly the people''s own home-work--to turn to that forthcoming; and whereas the old-time cottager out of work could sometimes comes upon a group of village children--little boys and girls the labouring people that their old home is no longer quite at their own recognized that a new thing has come into the country labourer''s life, there was hardly a duty that the old-time village woman did, but was cottage women in the old days that work favoured such developments of


id: 31765
title: My Lady of the Chimney Corner
author: Irvine, Alexander
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  to live"; she took "kindly" to the house of God. Her teacher said, "Anna "Here''s two roads, dear," she said to Anna, "an'' wan day ye''ll haave t'' "What haave ye fur me, Mary?" Jamie Irvine, Anna''s friend, asked. "Oh, God," Jamie said, "but isn''t this th'' lovely world, eh, Anna?" "Some day we''ll haave a home like this," Jamie said as they descended "God bless you!" Anna said as she held out her hand to the farmer. "There''s a gey good smell from yer pot, Anna," she said; "what haave ye "Now that ye''re in sich fine fettle, Anna," Jamie said, "jist toss th'' "Now Jamie, put th'' cups down on th'' bed," Anna said, "an'' then get out, "I want a crack wi'' Anna, Jamie," Eliza said. "Go on t'' yer stone pile, Willie," Anna said, as she sat up in bed; thing, Jamie," Anna said.


id: 13459
title: The Waters of Edera
author: Ouida
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  "Mother," said Adone, "here is a hungry child. "The child is famished," said Adone, seeing his mother''s displeasure. "Good-day, my son," said the voice of the Vicar, Don Silverio Poor soul!" said Adone, and he thought of the great "Those are good words, my son," said Clelia Alba, and her hands "It should serve some great end," said Don Silverio, not knowing very "What are they coming for, sir, to the river?" said the young man as Adone accompanied him the first half of the way, but they said little "I SHALL not write," Don Silverio had said to Adone. "Believe me, Adone," said his friend, "we are in evil days, when men "You are a brave child, Nerina!" said Adone, and his words made her "Of that my son must judge, sir," said Adone''s mother, inflexible to Adone said nothing to Don Silverio of the summons, for he knew that


id: 1349
title: Russia
author: Wallace, Donald Mackenzie
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  This ancient custom has produced among Russians of the old school a kind About the time of the Crimean War many of the Russian landed proprietors serfs instinctively regretted the good old times, when they lived under an idea, the Russian peasant can generally fill up the remaining Ivan''s household was a good specimen of the Russian peasant family Though I knew at that time little of Russian history, I suspected that the province.* During this time a good many landed proprietors, who time of Tsar Alexis, father of Peter the Great, ordered all the old such as peasants, landed proprietors, and the like, came into existence story about certain little Russian pigs that went to foreign lands to Russia and in Western Europe--State Peasants--Numbers and Geographical Russia and in Western Europe--State Peasants--Numbers and Geographical Russian Formalism--Local Self-Government of Russia Contrasted with That Russian Formalism--Local Self-Government of Russia Contrasted with That


id: 8744
title: A Sportsman''s Sketches, Volume 2 Works of Ivan Turgenev, Volume 2
author: Turgenev, Ivan Sergeevich
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  good-natured little eyes, and a shiny forehead, with wrinkles like lines Poor Piotr Petrovitch passed his hand over his face, thought a minute, trace-horses went, I can tell you, like a regular whirlwind. Tchertop-hanov.'' He bowed, hallooed, gave his horse a lash on the neck; Like an arrow, Tchertop-hanov flew off his horse, clutched some old vagrants have eyes that look like that. Tchertop-hanov flung his head back, but did not raise his eyes. suite; he saw Tchertop-hanov was getting away, and he began shouting The Jew started and turned his little black eyes upon Tchertop-hanov. The next day Tchertop-hanov set out from Bezsonovo in a peasant cart, right before the horse''s head, look into his eyes, and ask him in a round and given a faint neigh every time Tchertop-hanov went into the Tchertop-hanov walked with long strides, not stopping nor looking round. Tchertop-hanov put his two hands over his ears and ran away.


id: 8597
title: A Sportsman''s Sketches Works of Ivan Turgenev, Volume I
author: Turgenev, Ivan Sergeevich
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  ''Good day, Minyaitch,'' said Mr. Polutikin; ''bring us some water.'' The one-eyed old man disappeared, and mournful about, old man?'' But Hor leaned his cheek on his hand, covered look; a wretched little trap was standing at the steps, with peasant''s ''Very good, old man, that''s enough,'' he said. at me and asked him to be quiet; the old man passed his hand over his into a chair, and pass his hand over his face, like a man wearied out ''Come, don''t boast; it''s in a bad way, your head,'' said the old man. A little time more passed; the boys kept looking about in both hands, and looked in trepidation at the old man. dogs; an old lame man with a beard that began just under his eyes The next day I went out to look at the horses in the stables, and began


id: 38255
title: Autumn Glory; Or, The Toilers of the Field
author: Bazin, René
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  Near Mathurin sat François, a very different looking man from the with outstretched hand, say: ''Good day, Father Lumineau!'' and "That''s enough, Mathurin!" said his father, who, without looking back, "Rousille," said her father, as shortly before noon she went into the smell the fine old farmer entered the house-place, whither Mathurin "My poor boy!" said his father, touching his hand to calm him. "Rousille," he said, "what should you do if father did not come back?" "My poor boy," he said, "we have only Mathurin and Rousille at home "To stand by his father," said a voice; "the old man had been so "Good day, brothers Lumineau!" said a voice. Old Lumineau coming back from the town saw his two sons standing face on it, and going up to Mathurin Lumineau, her black eyes looking "My news is," said Rousille, "that my father, having no longer a son


id: 38136
title: The Life of Thomas Wanless, Peasant
author: Wilson, A. J. (Alexander Johnstone)
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  village passed away leaving me still a stranger to old Thomas Wanless. and coming soon, when the men of Thomas Wanless''s stamp will invite So it came to pass that little Thomas Wanless was launched on the world At this time Thomas was an odd or day labourer, taking contract jobs on Thomas barely got time to kiss his wife, and to whisper to her to tell Poor woman, she looked so broken-hearted and worn-out like, The other men had meat of some kind three times a day, and Thomas Truly the life was rough, and little to Wanless'' liking, yet he worked two years, and regularly all that time Thomas went home once a month work in hand kept the men permanently together, Thomas must in time have Three more years in this way passed over Thomas Wanless and his hard time for Thomas Wanless and his wife.


