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The Lady with the Dog

The Lady with the Dog - story

Anton Chekhov

I It was said that a new person had appeared on the sea-front: a lady with a little dog. Dmitri Dmitritch Gurov, who had by then been a fortnight at Yalta, and so was fairly…

Upturned Face

Upturned Face - story

Stephen Crane

“What will we do now?” said the adjutant, troubled and excited. “Bury him,” said Timothy Lean. The two officers looked down close to their toes where lay the body of their comrade. The face was…

The Tell-Tale Heart

The Tell-Tale Heart - story

Edgar Allan Poe

True!—nervous—very, very dreadfully nervous I had been and am; but why will you say that I am mad? The disease had sharpened my senses—not destroyed—not dulled them. Above all was the sense of hearing acute….

Fragment of a Novel

Fragment of a Novel - story

Lord Byron

“In the year 17__, having for some time determined on a journey through countries not hitherto much frequented by travellers, I set out, accompanied by a friend, whom I shall designate by the name of…

The Signal-Man

The Signal-Man - story

Charles Dickens

“Halloa! Below there!” When he heard a voice thus calling to him, he was standing at the door of his box, with a flag in his hand, furled round its short pole. One would have…

El Verdugo

El Verdugo - story

Honoré de Balzac

To Martinez de la Rosa. The clock of the little town of Menda had just struck midnight. At that moment a young French officer, leaning on the parapet of a long terrace which bordered the…

The Fall of the House of Usher

The Fall of the House of Usher - story

Edgar Allan Poe

“Son coeur est un luth suspendu;  Sitôt qu’on le touche il rèsonne.” – De Béranger. During the whole of a dull, dark, and soundless day in the autumn of the year, when the clouds hung…


Bohemia - story

Mikhail Bulgakov

I – How to Survive with the Aid of Literature. Astride a Play to Tiflis. If someone asked me what I deserve, I would say in all honesty before God that I deserve hard labor….


August - story

Bruno Schulz

1 In July, my father left to take the waters; he left me with my mother and older brother at the mercy of the summer days, white from the heat and stunning. Stupefied by the…

Condensed Milk

Condensed Milk - story

Varlam Shalamov

Envy, like all our feelings, had been dulled and weakened by hunger. We lacked the strength to experience emotions, to seek easier work, to walk, to ask, to beg… We envied only our acquaintances, the…

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