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  Love and Reason How I came to Believe Letters on War Meaning of Life Letters on the Personal Christian Life Patriotism and Government Religion and Morality


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id: 14480
title: Twenty-six and One, and Other Stories
author: Gorky, Maksim
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  "There''s plenty of time!" said the baker, his eyes fixed, on her face. "Have you ever seen any of that kind?" asked Tchelkache, looking Tchelkache felt a burning sensation in his breast and said with "Well, is it ready?" asked Tchelkache in a low voice to Gavrilo who was fixed his cold eyes upon the pale face and trembling lips of Gavrilo. Tchelkache removed his hand, spat and began to row; his long arms sent "You have made me happy!" cried Gavrilo, seizing Tchelkache''s hand and Tchelkache came to himself and, repulsing Gavrilo, said in a hoarse Vassili would have liked to look at Malva, but his son''s rollicking eyes "I''ll come back in a moment," said Vassili suddenly going towards the "So you want to work here?" said Malva at last. "When you see Iakov tell him to come here to-morrow," said Vassili. "Goodbye, Malva," said Vassili, not raising his eyes.


id: 13437
title: Best Russian Short Stories
author: nan
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  thoughts, felt the feelings, and spoke the words of the men she loved? "Good morning, grandmamma," said a young officer, entering the room. "The carriage is ready," said Lizaveta, looking out into the street. and egotistical, like all old people who have seen their best days, down to sleep, smiling at the thought of the coming day--of what God At the word "new" all grew dark before Akaky Akakiyevich''s eyes, and All that day, for the first time in his life, he never went near the senses, looked round, smiled, and passed her hand over her face... The boy remained silent and looked up at the man with wide-open eyes. Aksionov raised his head and said: "Tell me, Semyonich, do you know "The time will come some day," he thought, "when the killing of people "Officer," he said, "there is a man here I don''t know."


id: 7120
title: Knock, Knock, Knock and Other Stories
author: Turgenev, Ivan Sergeevich
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  "Ilya Stepanitch, come in," I said, and I looked round. "Good God!" Semyon said suddenly and showed me his hand stained Akim''s susceptible heart, though she said not a single word in answer looked down; while the old man turned away, wrapped his tattered of Avdotya who, so they said, soon after began to pine away and look "What have you to tell me, good madam?" said Naum, jauntily turning "You''ve gone clean off your head, old man," he said with a jeer. "Well, listen, old man," Naum began, "when I let you go and tell these "Good-day," answered Akim, and passing the old man went in at the The old man went into the hut and found Akim lost in thought, sitting The old man went out, beckoned to Avdotya, said to her, "go in," and "Well," David said at last, "that''s a good thing," and he went off to


id: 5741
title: Stories by Foreign Authors: Russian
author: nan
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  time she had passed for a beauty, but her good looks were very soon like Old Nick himself, God forgive my saying so, that''s what you look And Kapiton opened his eyes, and moved a little away from the wall. to start, Gerasim came out of his garret, went up to Tatiana, and gave seat in the cart, she kissed Gerasim three times like a good Christian. Gerasim looked at the unlucky little dog, picked it up The old lady began calling the dog to her in a coaxing voice. "Take her away," said the old lady in a changed voice. Gerasim looked at him, pointed to the dog, made a motion with his hand old man, for the rest of us have known for a long time that he was the know," said he, looking straight into my eyes with an expression of


id: 13505
title: The Duel and Other Stories
author: Chekhov, Anton Pavlovich
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  "One minute, my dear fellow," Laevsky said softly, and he went to "I don''t know why the devil I''m coming with you," said Laevsky. "But look, what a view!" said Samoylenko as the horses turned to the other day that people like Laevsky ought to be destroyed. "Excuse me, but I can''t stay at home," said Laevsky, feeling great Looking at his pale, excited, good-natured face, Samoylenko remembered Laevsky sat down beside Samoylenko, and said with genuine feeling: "You look as though you were coming to arrest me," said Von Koren, "Yes, it is for Laevsky I am asking it," said Samoylenko, standing Laevsky went soon after one o''clock next day to Samoylenko to ask "Now we understand," said Von Koren, coming from behind the table. Laevsky went to the door of the next room, and said: "I''m just going away, Nadyezhda Fyodorovna," said Von Koren, "and


id: 36238
title: The Mantle, and Other Stories
author: Gogol, Nikolai Vasilevich
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  went to bed, and thought of the joys of the coming day, and the fine I do not know how the report spread in the office that Akaki''s old cloak shabby old uniform, he turned round suddenly towards him and said "What to-day he called me to his room and began as follows: "Look here, my behave in a very strange way; he pushed me into a little room and said, "You have come back!" she said, looking round, but started on seeing a "Well now, mother," said the philosopher, following the old woman, "if "I should like to know," said the philosopher, "if this equipage were "Every old woman is a witch," said a grey-headed Cossack quite neighbour and said, "I should like to know why all the people here think "Good day, Thomas," she said, as she saw the philosopher. "Good day," he said as he observed Thomas standing, cap in hand, at the


id: 40745
title: Short Stories
author: Dostoyevsky, Fyodor
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  When a man is guilty, you know, sir, he scents trouble far off, like "''Why should you try to help a poor simple man like me,'' said I, ''crawling "I suppose you are thinking of new wine in old bottles?" Ivan Ilyitch "The old man seemed offended," said Ivan Ilyitch to the silent Semyon Of course Ivan Ilyitch''s sensations and thoughts were a little These, or something like these, were Ivan Ilyitch''s reflections, (a man "Good evening, Pseldonimov, do you know me?" said Ivan Ilyitch, and felt at "The old chap would like to have a drink himself," thought Ivan Ilyitch, "You dance capitally, young man," Ivan Ilyitch was obliged to say to the The young man wanted to ask a question, but the gentleman in raccoon "You ask who lives here?" said the young man, stepping back a little. Do you know, my love, who it was?" said the old man


id: 51018
title: Three Days in the Village, and Other Sketches. Written from September 1909 to July 1910.
author: Tolstoy, Leo, graf
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  Every day from ten to fifteen people come to our house to beg. old-fashioned beggars, look on the rich, not as on people who wish I took leave of the old man, the aunt, and the little girl, and drove I promised to come and see, not so much the calf as the old woman, and but here was a sister-in-law (a young woman with children) and an old "Only think of the life those millions of men have lived and are them, so when private property in land is abolished, people will find have too little land: labourers and working men--are slave-owners now. land and live--not the depraved, parasitic life of the slave-owners, So that the peasants work the rich man''s land for him, and people off the land: you will not be a policeman, a village elder, a live according to God''s will, the land will be ours, and there will be


id: 56870
title: Tales from Gorky
author: Gorky, Maksim
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  a little bread, and who very rarely turn tramps away empty-handed. "My brothers," said "the student," "yonder to the left a man is lying." The soldier looked in the direction where the man lay, and spitting "Catch!" said the good man, flinging out his arm A black morsel The soldier, placing his hands beneath his head, lay face upwards, and cheeks, and his large bright eyes looked good and friendly and clear. "My friends, the time''s up to-day," said the master-baker one morning He looked searchingly at me and said, after a moment''s silence: "A man Promtov went on chewing his bread for a long time, dried his hands on Chelkash looked at him, and said with a derisive smile: "Why, you''re "Come now, let us go," said Chelkash, standing up. Chelkash, grinding his teeth, raised his head a little, looked around "Come, what the devil''s the matter," said Chelkash, waving his hand,


id: 55861
title: The Outcasts, and Other Stories
author: Gorky, Maksim
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  to make you look like a decent, tidy, working man persecuted by fate. would look furtively at the captain, with sad, imploring eyes, hoping his tongue, would look into the captain''s eyes with an expression so When the schoolmaster came to the doss-house, Tiapa had been there "Yes, when the time comes," the schoolmaster replied, in an indifferent Then the old man turned round, and stretching out his hand shook with a The old peasant put his hand on the schoolmaster''s shoulder, rocking hard times like these Kouvalda would come to their rescue with his The old man smiled good-naturedly, rubbed his nose with his hand, and matter like an open-hearted man," continued Petounnikoff encouragingly. said the captain, turning away from the little man. "What a rogue you are, old man!" scowled the captain, looking blankly the yard, he could see Captain Aristide Fomitch Kouvalda, with hands


id: 55307
title: The Black Monk, and Other Stories
author: Chekhov, Anton Pavlovich
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  reality you had lived more than a thousand years," said Kovrin. "I am satisfied, Tánya," said Kovrin, laying his hand upon her "Good night!" said the monk, and then, after a moment''s silence, asked, looking vacantly about him like a drunken man, and nibbing his face Looking at his old wife, Yakob somehow remembered that all his life he "Mother of God, what children I have!" continued the old man, paying "Drink, young man!" said Musátoff, without looking at his son. "I know what you are thinking," said the drunken old man, falling and about his wife''s father, the doctor shook his head, and said "What a delightful young man!" thought Andréi Yéfimitch, as he walked "Good morning, my friend," said Andréi Yéfimitch. Andréi Yéfimitch looked feebly at the fair-haired doctor, and said: "I feel very well," said Andréi Yéfimitch, after a moment''s thought;


id: 55283
title: The Bet, and other stories
author: Chekhov, Anton Pavlovich
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  help thinking such schemes could only come from a man''s head. As soon as I come into the dining-room, my wife asks: For a busy man like me dinner was a time to rest and My wife gets frightened; a tormented expression comes over her face. in it, every time I come back home I look at it and think that death should like to wake in a hundred years'' time, and take a look, if only Katy gets up and gives me her hand with a cold smile, looking away from Vassiliev, terrified, not knowing how to look, began to laugh uneasily. Some friend of Vassiliev''s once said of him that he was a man of She liked the way this big strong man with a virile angry face and a is forty-four years old, already grey and looks like an old man; his


id: 55219
title: The Prose Tales of Alexander Pushkin
author: Pushkin, Aleksandr Sergeevich
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  The little old man looked at me out of his one eye with much curiosity. "Ivan Ignatitch," said the Captain''s wife to the one-eyed old man, Savelitch began to set the room in order, and I looked out of the "Dear, good Maria Ivanovna," I said to her, "be my wife, consent to I could not help smiling several times while reading the good old man''s Pougatcheff regarded the old man with a menacing look, and said to him: "My little father, Peter Andreitch!" said my good old servant in a I waited a long time; at last the peasant returned and said to me: At that moment the door opened, and Maria Ivanovna entered the room The stern old man took up from the table an open letter and began to "Kirila Petrovitch is asking for you," said a servant, entering the "Good morning, grandmamma," said a young officer, entering the room.


id: 55024
title: The Queen of Spades, and other stories
author: Pushkin, Aleksandr Sergeevich
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  that at eleven years old Pushkin knew French literature by heart. "Farewell, my friends," said Pushkin, looking towards his books. The old Countess Anna Fedotovna was in her dressing-room, seated before "Good morning, grandmother," said the young officer, as he entered the old Countess related for the hundredth time an anecdote of her young her secret by letting it out to a giddy young man like Paul. Hermann saw now the little feet of a young woman, now the military boot Next day, as soon as Hermann made his appearance, Lisaveta left her Some days afterwards, a young person with lively eyes called to see "Stop!" said the old man, dropping the shutter; "I will send my son out The old people awoke, and went into the sitting-room, Gavril in a The kind old man, in the same cap and dressing gown, runs out to meet The old man went back to his rooms.


id: 55636
title: Orlóff and His Wife: Tales of the Barefoot Brigade
author: Gorky, Maksim
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  "I''m coming soon...." said Orlóff, without raising his head. motionless eyes stared long at Grigóry''s face, and their dead gaze Orlóff was abashed; but the sick man, a long, gaunt fellow, laughed Matréna never took her eyes from his face all the time, and her lips Ivánovitch says: all men are equals, and ain''t I a man like the rest? After this glance into the past, a strange feeling took form in Mrs. Orlóff''s breast toward her husband, she loved him exactly as much as Konováloff gnashed his teeth, and his blue eyes blazed like live coals. lived like a man who knows how!" teacher,--in order to look in a man''s face Tyápa bent his whole body to want to know it, but simply a man who has seen better days. here...." said the captain, turning away from the little man. "We shall see!--" said Ippolít Sergyéevitch, and rubbed his hands with


id: 55577
title: Tales of Two Countries
author: Gorky, Maksim
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  A young musician, his dark eyes fixed intently on far-off things, said "True love," said the old man, looking back and showing his strong "They say some day it will be different," said the old man, after a "Yes, yes," said the old man suddenly, shaking his head, "a small merry eye; then he laughed quietly and said: "See how many people I day before our wedding the old man Giovanni, for whom I worked, said to Time went on, and the town grew black, like a corpse, and the was wrinkled like that of an old man; he had a pair of dull eyes and a The freak''s mother listened to what people said, and was silent; but "Half-a-century ago, signor," said the old man, in a tone that was red-haired man took out his large gold watch, which looked like the Whatever may be said to the contrary, man likes what is


