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BEST AUTHORS BEST STORiES - 4A Newspaper Story. E-book. Formato Mobipocket Guy De Maupassant - Shadowpoet, 2023 -
BEST AUTHORS BEST STORiES - 4O. Henry - A Newspaper StoryLouisa May Alcott - A Christmas Dream, and How It Came to Be TrueMark Twain - A Dog's TaleL. Frank Baum - Humpty DumptyGuy de Maupassant - In the SpringMary E. Wilkins Freeman - The CatAmbrose Bierce - The Damned ThingEdgar Allan Poe - The Devil in the BelfryKate Chopin - The StormStephen Crane - Four Men in a Cave
BEST AUTHORS BEST STORiES - 5A Mother of Monsters. E-book. Formato Mobipocket Guy De Maupassant - Shadowpoet, 2023 -
BEST STORIES BEST AUTHORS - 5------------------------------L. Frank Baum - A Kidnapped Santa ClausLouisa May Alcott - A Modern CinderellaGuy de Maupassant - A Mother of MonstersMark Twain - A True Story, Repeated Word for Word As I Heard ItAnton Chekhov - BoysEdgar Allan Poe - The Fall of the House of UsherOscar Wilde - The Young KingL. Frank Baum - The Glass DogAmbrose Bierce - The Moonlit RoadMary E. Wilkins Freeman - The Shadows on the Wall
Best Authors Best Stories - 8A Father's Confession. E-book. Formato Mobipocket Guy De Maupassant - Shadowpoet, 2023 -
A Blunderby Anton ChekhovILYA SERGEITCH PEPLOV and his wife Kleopatra Petrovna were standing at the door, listening greedily. On the other side in the little drawing-room a love scene was apparently taking place between two persons: their daughter Natashenka and a teacher of the district school, called Shchupkin. "He's rising!" whispered Peplov, quivering with impatience and rubbing his hands. "Now, Kleopatra, mind; as soon as they begin talking of their feelings, take down the ikon from the wall and we'll go in and bless them. . . . We'll catch him. . . . A blessing with an ikon is sacred and binding. . . He couldn't get out of it, if he brought it into court." On the other side of the door this was the conversation: "Don't go on like that!" said Shchupkin, striking a match against his checked trousers. "I never wrote you any letters!" "I like that! As though I didn't know your writing!" giggled the girl with an affected shriek, continually peeping at herself in the glass. "I knew it at once! And what a queer man you are! You are a writing master, and you write like a spider! How can you teach writing if you write so badly yourself?" "H'm! . . . That means nothing. The great thing in writing lessons is not the hand one writes, but keeping the boys in order. You hit one on the head with a ruler, make another kneel down. . . . Besides, there's nothing in handwriting! Nekrassov was an author, but his handwriting's a disgrace, there's a specimen of it in his collected works." "You are not Nekrassov. . . ." (A sigh). "I should love to marry an author. He'd always be writing poems to me." "I can write you a poem, too, if you like." "What can you write about?" "Love -- passion -- your eyes. You'll be crazy when you read it. It would draw a tear from a stone! And if I write you a real poem, will you let me kiss your hand?" "That's nothing much! You can kiss it now if you like." Shchupkin jumped up, and making sheepish eyes, bent over the fat little hand that smelt of egg soap. "Take down the ikon," Peplov whispered in a fluster, pale with excitement, and buttoning his coat as he prodded his wife with his elbow. "Come along, now!" And without a second's delay Peplov flung open the door. "Children," he muttered, lifting up his arms and blinking tearfully, "the Lord bless you, my children. May you live -- be fruitful -- and multiply." "And -- and I bless you, too," the mamma brought out, crying with happiness. "May you be happy, my dear ones! Oh, you are taking from me my only treasure!" she said to Shchupkin. "Love my girl, be good to her. . . ." Shchupkin's mouth fell open with amazement and alarm. The parents' attack was so bold and unexpected that he could not utter a single word. "I'm in for it! I'm spliced!" he thought, going limp with horror. "It's all over with you now, my boy! There's no escape!"