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A Strange Christmas Game

A Strange Christmas Game - story

Charlotte Riddell

It was the middle of November when we arrived at Martingdale, and found the place anything but romantic or pleasant. The walks were wet and sodden, the trees were leafless, there were no flowers save…

The Snow Traveller

The Snow Traveller - story

Ayfer Tunç

Day had broken long ago. The mountains on whose peaks black clouds settled sparkled under a cold blue as though reporting that the pause given during the night by the snow that had snowed thus…

The Envious Hairdresser

The Envious Hairdresser - story

Lars Saabye Christensen

For many years, Bent had had his hair cut by Frank, in Frank’s Salon. From the age of 29, when he settled down in this part of the city, he had gone there, the last…

The Blizzard

The Blizzard - story

Mikhail Bulgakov

 Now, just like a beast, it’s howling, Now it cries, just like a child. The whole story began, according to the omniscient Aksinya, with Palchikov the clerk, who lived in Shalometyevo, falling in love with…

Walking Out

Walking Out - story

David Quammen

As the train rocked dead at Livingston he saw the man, in a worn khaki shirt with button flaps buttoned, arms crossed. The boy’s hand sprang up by reflex, and his face broke into a…

Two Brothers

Two Brothers - story

Evgeny Schwartz

Trees cannot talk and they stand as if riveted to the spot, but they are alive nonetheless.  They’re breathing. They keep growing for as long as they live. Even enormous old-man trees – they grow…

A Little Honey

A Little Honey - story

Jáchym Topol

Winter breathes its last gasp, leaving mounds of black ice and frozen chunks on the sidewalks. The sun occasionally climbs above the city now, edging across the glassy sky. The curtains here are always shut,…

The Little Match Girl

The Little Match Girl - story

Hans Christian Andersen

Most terribly cold it was; it snowed, and was nearly quite dark, and evening – the last evening of the year. In this cold and darkness there went along the street a poor little girl,…

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