The Giants of Russian Literature: The Greatest Russian Novels, Stories, Plays, Folk Tales & Legends: 110+ Titles in One Volume: Crime and Punishment, War and Peace, Uncle Vanya...

This meticulously edited collection is formatted for your eReader with a functional and detailed table of contents: Introduction: The Rise of the Russian Empire Novels & Novellas: Dead Souls Oblomov Fathers and Sons Fyodor Dostoevsky: Crime ...

... mistress's daughter is wooed by none ! ” In vain does its mistress throw it a cake , and order it to modify its remarks . It eats the cake , but it repeats its offensive observations , until the stepdaughter appears in all her glory ...

... mistress's daughter is wooed by none ! ” In vain does its mistress throw it a cake , and order it to modify its remarks . It eats the cake , but it repeats its offensive observations , until the stepdaughter appears in all her glory ...

... definition of happiness is not only a self-revelation, it will appeal to many humble individuals who are not writers at all. Being asked for a definition of happiness, he gave it in two words--Remorseless Laziness. It is one of the ...

... First Christmas Of New England, The Gift of the Magi, Little Women, Christmas Bells, The Wonderful Life of Christ ... march known to all nations; a carol which began, some say, as a rousing drinking chorus. The familiar strain touched ...

... it won't!” he said evenly. “I didn't mean to give you that impression, and ... beat it then—and the next time start in fifty miles away, and you'd have to begin all over again. And, besides, who's receiving the messages? You can't put any ...

... plateau. And Slone passed from red sand and gravel to a red, soft shale, and ... thunder. Was it a storm or an avalanche slipping or falling water? He could ... plateau before him grew wilder and bolder of outline, darker in color ...

... John Barleycorn, The War of the Classes... Jack London. The. Faith. of. Men ... tattoo on the cleared space with his knuckles. Hutchinson snuffed the smoky candle and reflectively rubbed the soot from the wick ... mean, and you know it.” ...

... He had heard her say to other customers: "You're quite a stranger." She gave no sign that she had ever seen him before. In order to see whether she had really forgotten him, when she brought his tea, he asked: "Have you seen my friend ...

Mystery Novels, Detective Stories, Children's Books, Poetry Collections ... schoolgirl gives you away, and makes you seem to admit far more than you ... paddling. I'd know her stroke among a thousand. Nobody paddles as she does.” “Oh, you ...

... ranch. Yet even up there on the rim he felt a different atmosphere in this ... ranch, he told himself with some bitterness, so he might be permitted to camp ... Alder Spring camp and listen to the arguments and discussions amongst the ...

... farewell - a smile which seemed at once patronizing and satirical — and went up- stairs . A few moments later Miss Dillard joined us . " Sigurd tells me you want to see Adolph . He , of course , won't mind ; but poor Lady Mae gets so ...

... the cover. It was a book of tide tables. And again and again now Captain Francis Newcombe laughed. The bronze key and the book of tide tables! The pieces of the puzzle aligned themselves of their own accord into a complete whole. An ...

... Cat's Eye, The Magic Casket, The Golden Pool, Flighty Phyllis, The Uttermost ... wheel revolved to and fro to the oscillations of the rudder. She was not a ... chart-rack, the tell-tale compass and the chronometers marked it as the ...

... GRILLE OVER WINDOWS West 48th . Street Benson's body was reclining in the chair in an attitude so natural that one almost expected him to turn to us and ask why we were intruding upon his privacy . His head was resting against the ...

... found they could not snub or ignore her . She was not pretty but her ... Jenny Penny's was an honour almost too great to be borne . For Jenny Penny's confidences were exciting . Evidently the Pennys were ... Jenny Penny at her own valuation ,

... Mary Joe. Mary Joe was in the pantry setting bread and I sat down on the bench beside her and I said, 'Mary Joe, do you know what I think? I think the evening star is a lighthouse on the land where the fairies dwell.' And Mary Joe said ...

... take a look at his mine . They couldn't do nothin ' but take him , uh course ... me zee me - tall ! " Casey stopped , reached for his plug and remembered that he mustn't . The Little Woman ... chance of getting the me - tall , " she pointed the ...

... piano , and she could ask the painted Jezebel to play on it . That would be only polite . It did seem a shame that a girl thirteen years old , going on fourteen , should never have seen or heard a piano ... Rab as he stood half asleep in the ...

The Dan Barry Series, The Ronicky Doone Trilogy, The Silvertip Series, The ... Jack . The proprietor of the hotel shook his head with positive antagonism ... blank , let the smooth current of words slip off his memory as from an oiled ...

... Conan saw a shadowy figure. The leader paused an instant beside this dim figure, and then vanished into the dark ... Stygian's piercing eyes regarded Conan sharply. With his left hand he made a curious gesture. On a venture Conan ...

The Railway Children, The Enchanted Castle, The Magic City, The Book of Dragons, The ... always receiving the same answer : " A lady who died long ago , my dear ... Next night I saw her again ; and the next night and the next . Always at ...

... Martian love, The one that is so sweet? She's feathered like a turtle-dove With pseudopoda for feet. Oh, she's grand, she's tops, she's neat, She's a monster, sure — but awfully sweet! Oh, have you seen my Martian girl, The one that.

... Kukailimoku, were concluded, a certain religiously disposed individual, who had a bird god, suggested to the King that through its influence his sickness might be removed. The name of this god was Pua; its body was made of a bird, now ...