Month: March 2019

If still you think me mad, you will think so no longer when I describe the wise precautions I took for the concealment of the body. The night waned...

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The Tell-Tale Heart Part 4

When I had waited a long time, very patiently, without hearing him lie down, I resolved to open a little—a very, very little crevice in the lante...

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The Tell-Tale Heart Part 3

Upon the eighth night I was more than usually cautious in opening the door. A watch’s minute hand moves more quickly than did mine. Never before ...

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The Tell-Tale Heart Part 2

Edgar Allan Poe (1809-1849)

Poe was born at Boston in 1809, and left an orphan while still in his infancy. He was adopted by a tobacco ...

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The Tell-Tale Heart Part 1

The snake had not moved, and appeared somewhat to have lost its power upon the imagination; the gorgeous illusions of a few moments before were not...

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The Man and the Snake part 5

Beyond a smart shock of surprise and a shudder of mere loathing, Mr. Brayton was not greatly affected. His first thought was to ring the call bell ...

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The Man and the Snake part 3

A snake in a. bedroom of a modern city dwelling of the better sort is, happily, not so common a phenomenon as to make explanation altogether needle...

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The Man and the Snake part 2

Ancient Greece

There is no land without its story-tellers, and in the dawn of Hellenic civilization we find the half-legendary author o...

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Eumieus’ Tale

But, ugh! it was impossible for me to think that, for cold drops of rain were dripping down upon me, the woman was pressing close to me, her warm b...

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One Autumn Night part 8

I felt really wretched more from cold than from the words of my neighbor. I groaned softly and ground my teeth.

Almost at the same moment...

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One Autumn Night part 7

He had a vest which cost fifteen rubles and boots with dress tops. For these reasons she had fallen in love with him, and he became her “creditor...

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One Autumn Night part 6

Our position beneath the shelter of the skiff was utterly devoid of comfort; it was narrow and damp, tiny cold drops of rain dribbled through the d...

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One Autumn Night part 5

In a monotonous tone she set about calculating our discoveries.

“A basketful of bottles thick furs a sunshade an iron pail.”

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One Autumn Night part 4

The girl looked at me, and the terror in her eyes gradually died out.
She shook the sand from her hands, adjusted her cotton head-gear, cowered ...

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One Autumn Night part 3

The evening was approaching, the rain was falling, and the wind blew violently from the north. It whistled in the empty booths and shops, blew into...

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One Autumn Night part 2

Maxim Gorky (1868-1936)

Alexei Maximovitch Pyeshkov, known as Gorky, which signifies “bitter,” was born at Nijni Novgorod in 1868. ...

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One Autumn Night part 1

During the intermission before the second half, I questioned my aunt and found that the “Prize Song” was not new to her. Some years before ther...

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A Wagner Matinee part 6

The overture closed, my aunt released my coat sleeve, but she said nothing. She sat staring dully at the orchestra. What, I wondered, did she get f...

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A Wagner Matinee part 5

The matinee audience was made up chiefly of women. One lost the contour of faces and figures, indeed any effect of line whatever, and there was onl...

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A Wagner Matinee part 4

When my aunt appeared on the morning after her arrival in Boston, she was still in a semi-somnambulant state. She seemed not to realize that she wa...

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A Wagner Matinee part 3