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It was a cold winter Sunday afternoon.
It was a cold winter Sunday afternoon.
Early one morning I, Vadim Maslennikov, set off for school (I was
going on seventeen at the time) having read more
Early one morning I, Vadim Maslennikov, set off for school (I was
going on seventeen at the time) having forgotten the envelope
with the first-semester fees Mother had left me in the dining
room the day before.
No man can deny that Chief the Honourable M.A. Nanga, M.P. was
the most approachable politician in the country.
No man can deny that Chief the Honourable M.A. Nanga, M.P. was
the most approachable politician in the country.
The primroses were over.
The primroses were over.
"Christmas won't be Christmas without any presents," grumbled Jo,
lying on the rug.
"Christmas won't be Christmas without any presents," grumbled Jo,
lying on the rug.
The morning was as dark and cold as city snow could make it--a
dingy whirl at the window; a read more
The morning was as dark and cold as city snow could make it--a
dingy whirl at the window; a smoky gust through the fire-place; a
shadow black as a bear's cave under the table. Nothing in all
the cavernous room, loomed really warm or familiar except a glass
of stale water, and a vapid, half-eaten grape-fruit.
At about six in the morning of July 3, 1860, while I was watering
my petunias, and thinking of read more
At about six in the morning of July 3, 1860, while I was watering
my petunias, and thinking of nothing in particular, I perceived
coming towards me, a tall, beardless, fair-haired young fellow,
wearing a German cap and gold-rimmed spectacles.
Okonwko was well known throughout the nine villages and even
beyond. His fame rested on solid personal achievements.
Okonwko was well known throughout the nine villages and even
beyond. His fame rested on solid personal achievements.
The new church of St. John's, on Fifth Avenue, was thronged the
morning of the last Sunday of October, read more
The new church of St. John's, on Fifth Avenue, was thronged the
morning of the last Sunday of October, in the year 1880. Sitting
in the gallery, beneath the unfinished frescoes, and looking down
the nave, one caught an effect of autumn gardens, a suggestion of
chrysanthemums and geraniums, or of October woods, dashed with
scarlet oaks and yellow maples.
