Giovanni Verga: The She-Wolf, la Lupa
GIOVANNI VERGA – She was tall and lean; but she had a firm, full bust, and yet she was no longer young; her complexion was brunette, but pallid as if she had always suffered from —> Prosegui lettura >>
GIOVANNI VERGA – She was tall and lean; but she had a firm, full bust, and yet she was no longer young; her complexion was brunette, but pallid as if she had always suffered from —> Prosegui lettura >>
BY MIKHAIL PETROVICH ARTSYBASHEV — I. Gabriel Andersen, the teacher, walked to the edge of the school garden, where he paused, undecided what to do. Off in the distance, two miles away, the woods hung like bluish lace —> Prosegui lettura >>
LUCRETIA P. HALE — “I don’t like tiresome fables,” said Jack, throwing down an old book in which he had been trying to read; “it is so ridiculous making the beasts talk. Of course they —> Prosegui lettura >>
ANTON CHEKHOV – The passenger of the first class, who had just finished dinner, in the railway station, was a trifle drowsy; he lay down upon the velvet sofa, stretched himself out with a grunt —> Prosegui lettura >>
KOIZUMI YAKUMO / LAFCADIO HEARN – Blue vision of depth lost in height,—sea and sky interblending through luminous haze. The day is of spring, and the hour morning. Only sky and sea,—one azure enormity… In the —> Prosegui lettura >>
KATHERINE MANSFIELD — Suddenly—dreadfully—she wakes up. What has happened? Something dreadful has happened. No—nothing has happened. It is only the wind shaking the house, rattling the windows, banging a piece of iron on the roof —> Prosegui lettura >>
FRANCIS SCOTT FITZGERALD – This don’t pretend to be “Literature.” This is just a tale for red-blooded folks who want a story and not just a lot of “psychological” stuff or “analysis.” Boy, you’ll love —> Prosegui lettura >>
GIOVANNI VERGA / (Lawrence) – They unfurled a red-white-and-green handkerchief from the church-tower, they rang the bells in a frenzy, and they began to shout in the village square, “Hurray for liberty!” Like the sea in —> Prosegui lettura >>
BENJAMIN DE CASSERES — Arcvad ascended to the top of his observatory and looking through his giant telescope he had, in a moment, the planet earth under his microscopic eye. Arcvad was one hundred and fifty —> Prosegui lettura >>
O. HENRY – The window of Miss D’Armande’s room looked out onto Broadway and its theatres. But Lynette D’Armande turned her chair round and sat with her back to Broadway. She was an actress, and —> Prosegui lettura >>
OLIVE SCHREINER – A mother sat alone at an open window. Through it came the voices of the children as they played under the acacia-trees, and the breath of the hot afternoon air. In and —> Prosegui lettura >>
JAMES JOYCE – The cars came scudding in towards Dublin, running evenly like pellets in the groove of the Naas Road. At the crest of the hill at Inchicore sightseers had gathered in clumps to —> Prosegui lettura >>
SHERWOOD ANDERSON – My father was a retail druggist in our town, out in Nebraska, which was so much like a thousand other towns I’ve been in since that there’s no use fooling around and —> Prosegui lettura >>
OLIVE SCHREINER – Little Jannita sat alone beside a milk-bush. Before her and behind her stretched the plain, covered with red sand and thorny “Karroo” bushes; and here and there a milk-bush, looking like a bundle —> Prosegui lettura >>
MARY SHELLEY – July 16, 1833. This is a memorable anniversary for me; on it I complete my three hundred and twenty-third year! The Wandering Jew? – certainly not. More than eighteen centuries have passed —> Prosegui lettura >>
LUCRETIA P. HALE – Elizabeth Eliza joined the Circumambient Club with the idea that it would be a long time before she, a new member, would have to read a paper. She would have time —> Prosegui lettura >>
EDGAR ALLAN POE – Of course I shall not pretend to consider it any matter for wonder, that the extraordinary case of M. Valdemar has excited discussion. It would have been a miracle had it —> Prosegui lettura >>
FRANCIS SCOTT FITZGERALD – I. As long ago as 1860 it was the proper thing to be born at home. At present, so I am told, the high gods of medicine have decreed that the —> Prosegui lettura >>
EDITH WHARTON – I. Mrs. Ballinger is one of the ladies who pursue Culture in bands, as though it were dangerous to meet alone. To this end she had founded the Lunch Club, an association composed —> Prosegui lettura >>
ANTON CHEKHOV – “What shall I write ? ” asked Yegor, dipping his pen in the ink. Vasilissa had not seen her daughter for four years. Efimia had gone away to St. Petersburg with her —> Prosegui lettura >>
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