Tr?im ?ntr-o societate modern?, tehnologizat? la maximum. Avem acces rapid la informa?ii ?n diferite forme. Nici nu ne mai putem imagina via?a altfel!Dar ne ?ndep?rt?m tot mai mult de spiritualitate…Ap?rut? la Editura Adenium, O inim? de broscu?? vrea s? ne aminteasc? (?ntr-o form? original?), c? ?n multe din col?urile p?m?ntului, religia ?i-a pus amprenta ?n mod hot?r?tor asupra istoriei ?i civiliza?iei. Confrunt?rile ideilor personajelor, originalitatea acestora, momentele lor de medita?ie, confesiunile pe care ?i le fac sunt tot at?tea ipostaze ?n care cititorii se pot reg?si cu u?urin??.Pe m?sur? ce vom ?nainta ?n acest foileton, prefa?at de scriitorul ie?ean Liviu Antonesei, pove?tile eroilor vor deveni din ce ?n ce mai complexe, ceea ce ne ?ndrept??e?te s? afirm?m c? O inim? de broscu?? poate fi considerat? o carte de ?nv???tur?, un mic tratat (de altfel) de filosofie, o POVESTE PENTRU TOATE V?RSTELE.Peni?a aurie, ?nger sau c?l?u?, primul volum al seriei O inim? de broscu?? semnat? Gheorghe V?rtosu deschide drumul unei incursiuni ?ntr-o lume cu totul inedit? a copil?riei, a prieteniei ?i a credin?ei curate ?n Dumnezeu. ?nscris? ?n curentul realismului magic, aceast? lucrare aduce ?n prim-plan personaje inedite. Dialogurile lor, medita?iile, confesiunile pe care ?i le fac – o micu?? Pic?tur? de S?nge, un Viermi?or de M?tase ?i un Puricel – sunt tot at?tea situa?ii ?n care fiecare dintre cititori se vor reg?si cu u?urin??.?nv???tura final? a acestui volum relev? faptul c? Peni?a aurie, acest instrument simplu, ?inocent“ la prima vedere, are de fapt o putere inimaginabil?: ajuns? ?n m?na ginga?? a unui artist, poate da na?tere unor lucruri minunate: poezii, opere inestimabile… Dup? cum, ajuns? ?n m?na unui decizionar, a unui justi?iar poate anula libertatea sau chiar via?a oricui.

Mai mult viu dec?t mort, comisarul San-Antonio asist? la propria-nmorm?ntare. Apoi, mai mult cu umor dec?t cu ?nd?rjire, b?ntuie Parisul ?n c?utarea celor care l-au ucis un pic, temporar. Semi-asasinii nu se las? u?or prin?i, p?n? c?nd fac gre?eala s-o supere pe mama semi-victimei. ?i gata, soarta lor e pecetluit?: nu te iei de mama lui San-Antonio ?i speri s? scapi basma curat?! E o b?tr?nic? prea simpatic?. San-Antonio e convins c? ea e mai ?nger dec?t dolofanii ?ia mici, picta?i cu aripioare prin biserici.Vremuri grele! Nimic nu mai e ce pare a fi: trafican?ii de droguri sunt patrio?i, spioanele sunt fiice care ?tiu de frica ta?ilor. Nevestele sunt un fel de amante costisitoare, iar culmea rafinamentului pervers ar fi s?-?i iei o amant? doar ca s? te ui?i la ea cum tricoteaz?, dup? ce ?i-a servit o sup?.San-Antonio e de savurat pe ?ndelete, o delicates? pentru adev?ra?ii degust?tori ai genului, cei care ?tiu c? un roman poli?ist te poate cuceri ?i prin umor, rafinamente de limbaj, inteligen?? ?i cultur?, nu doar prin suspans, urm?riri ?i ?mpu?c?turi, chiar dac? are – din bel?ug chiar – ?i aceste ingrediente.Mai multe detalii pe san-antonio.ro

Ce ai face dac? ai g?si o carte ce te-ar provoca la un joc de-a v-a?i ascunselea cu indicii? Ai accepta provocarea sau ai pune cartea ?napoi ?n raft? ? Lily a l?sat ?n raftul libr?riei preferate din New York un jurnal plin de provoc?ri, care a?teapt? s? fie g?sit de b?iatul potrivi. Acesta este Dash, un adolescent ?n v?rst? de 17 ani, pasionat de c?r?i ?i cu o repulsie nem?rginit? fa?? de tot ce ?nseamn? s?rb?toarea Cr?ciunului. El accept? regulile jocului fetei. Dar sunt ei f?cu?i unul pentru cel?lalt? De?i par a se potrivi perfect ?n ceea ce prive?te exprimarea ?n scris, ?nt?lnirile lor nu sunt lipsite de surprize ?i le pun ?n pericol rela?ia ?nc? dinainte ca aceasta s? se ?nfiripe. ? Rachel Cohn ?i David Levithan au scris o poveste de dragoste care ?i va face pe tineri s? scotoceasc? prin rafturile libr?riilor, c?ut?nd ?i t?njind dup? o iubire (?i un jurnal) care s? fie numai a lor. ? “Cititorii vor fi ?nc?nta?i de limbajul spumos ?i de r?sturn?rile amuzante de situa?ie.“ Publishers Weekly ? “Sim?eam nevoia s?-i absorb numele, ?n timp ce cl?titele absorbeau untul ?i siropul. Abia dac?-mi mai aminteam cum ar?ta; imaginea lui era ?nconjurat? de o p?cl? de culoarea ?ampaniei, dulceag? ?i difuz?, neclar?. ?mi aminteam c? era mai degrab? ?nalt, cu p?rul bine tuns ?i proasp?t piept?nat, c? purta blugi ?i o jachet? marin?reasc? de l?n?, posibil de epoc?, ?i c? mirosea a b?iat, dar la modul pl?cut, nu la cel sc?rbos. ?i mai avea ?i cei mai alba?tri ochi din lume, ?i gene lungi, negre, aproape ca ale unei fete.“

A?i auzit de statul Khalaab al Amouk? Fi?i pe pace, nici San Antonio nu auzise ?nainte de noua lui misiune. Cu at?t mai pu?in fidelul s?u Bérurier, totu?i un fin cunosc?tor al at?tor lucruri, precum soiurile franceze de br?nz? ?i deloc elegantele lovituri pugilistice, ?mp?r?ite cu m?rinimie, ?i unele, ?i celelalte, b??tina?ilor (khalaabagii, pe numele lor). Imaginea Enormit??ii-Sale Béru c?lare pe c?mil?, str?b?t?nd de?ertul, ?l va face de ru?ine pe Don Quijote. ?inta le este palatul emirului Obolan, care nu i ascunde numai pe cei doi agen?i francezi care trebuie elibera?i, ci ?i un a????tor harem, ?n care, dup? cum lesne pute?i b?nui, glorio?ii salvatori vor fi ispiti?i s? dea iama. Cum, vai, nu i pute?i urma ?n desf?t?rile sexuale, v? r?m?n, deloc de lep?dat, cele textuale.Mai multe detalii pe san-antonio.ro

Dac? ?nc? nu a?i aflat la ce folose?te o linie de metrou care nu duce nic?ieri, dac? sunte?i curio?i s? ?ti?i de ce unii oameni ??i devoreaz? soacrele ?n ziua nun?ii lor de argint ?i ?n ce const? deosebirea fundamental? dintre englezi ?i francezi, e timpul s? c?l?tori?i pe insula Miserupe din Arhipelagul Mitocanilor. ?mpreun? cu San-Antonio ?i Bérurier, afla?i de data asta ?n ?nalta societate a mini?trilor ?i a sini?trilor, a unui vraci ?i a unei regine de dimensiuni apocaliptice care-l face pe Enormul s? par? un b?rbat sub?ire. Iar dac? vi se pare c? intriga acestui roman e prea ingenioas?, r?sturn?rile de situa?ie prea nea?teptate, comisarul prea simpatic, iar limbajul lui Bérurier de un comic delirant, nu pute?i ?nvinui pe nimeni – doar ?ine?i ?n m?n? o carte de San-Antonio.Mai multe detalii pe san-antonio.ro

O t?n?r? care ??i pune prietenul s-o ?ncuie ?ntr-o cu?c? ?n propria ei buc?t?rie; un b?rbat locuind singur pe o planet? ?ndep?rtat? dintr-o galaxie necunosct?; un scriitor ?nc?run?it, ?ntr-un pat cu gratii, devenit piesa principal? a arhivei propriei sale opere postume; ?i mai e ?i Lilly, care, ?dup? o zi lung? ?i grea la birou, a constatat c? i-au crescut aripi pe omopla?i: ni?te excrescen?e de piele roz murdar, cu un aspect vulnerabil, care-i d?deau m?nc?rimi ca acelea ale ?n?ep?turilor de ??n?ar“. Sunt doar c?teva dintre personajele stranii ale acestui volum de proz? scurt? al t?n?rului scriitor austriac Clemens J. Setz. La apari?ie, Dragostea ?n vremea Copilului din Mahlstadt a fost o revela?ie pentru critic? ?i public deopotriv?, prin fine?ea ?i rafinamentul limbajului, prin iscusin?a cu care scriitorul ??i pune personajele s? se descurce ?n situa?ii bizare sau de-a dreptul grote?ti, prin inser?iile nea?teptate de fantastic ?i comic ?ntr-un cotidian marcat de banalitatea ?i stresul obliga?iilor sociale.

De la autorul bestsellerului Zi dup? zi. Pentru Rhiannon fiecare zi este la fel. S-a resemnat cu via?a ei, convins? fiind c? ?l merit? pe Justin, iubitul ei distant ?i temperamental. P?n? ?ntr-o diminea?? c?nd totul se schimb?. Pentru prima dat?, Justin pare s? o vad? cu adev?rat, s? fie ?mpreun? cu ea – ?i petrec o zi perfect? – o zi pe care Justin nu ?i-o mai aminte?te ?n diminea?a urm?toare. Trist? ?i confuz?, Rhiannon pune totul la ?ndoial?. Pe nea?teptate, un str?in ?i spune c? acel Justin cu care a petrecut o zi perfect? ?i care a f?cut-o s? se simt? special?... nu e deloc Justin. ?nc? o zi, cartea-pereche a bestsellerului New York Times Zi dup? zi, spune povestea din perspectiva lui Rhiannon, care ?ncearc? s? descopere adev?rul despre dragoste ?i felul cum acest adev?r te poate schimba pentru totdeauna. ?O poveste ce ne face s? p?trundem ad?nc ?n min?ile personajelor. De?i Levithan consider? c? ?nc? o zi e geam?nul romanului s?u precedent, Zi dup? zi, noua sa carte are o identitate separat?, bine definit? ?i poate fi citit? independent.“ – Booklist ?Nu simt nicio ?ntrebare – doar r?spunsuri. Nu simt fric?, ci ?mplinire. ?l s?rut ?i balansul nostru perfect continu?, r?sufl?rile noastre se fac una. ?nchid ochii ?i simt ap?sarea familiar? a buzelor lui, gustul familiar al gurii lui. ?nsa acum ceva e altfel. Nu doar ne s?rut?m cu trupurile noastre ?ntregi, ci ?i cu ceva mai mare dec?t trupurile, cu ceea ce suntem ?i cu ceea ce vom fi.“

Continuarea bestsellerului Tuturor b?ie?ilor pe care i-am iubit Lara Jean nu se a?tepta s? se ?ndr?gosteasc? de-adev?ratelea de Peter. ?Doar se pref?ceau c? sunt iubi?i, dar apoi lucrurile au devenit serioase. Acum ea nu mai ?tie ce s? cread?. C?nd un b?iat din trecut se ?ntoarce ?n via?a ei, Lara Jean ??i reg?se?te sentimentele pentru el. Oare o fat? poate s? fie ?ndr?gostit? de doi b?ie?i ?n acela?i timp? ?n aceast? continuare sensibil? ?i emo?ionant? a bestsellerului interna?ional Tuturor b?ie?ilor pe care i-am iubit (Ed. Trei, 2015) vedem iubirea prin ochii frumoasei Lara Jean. Dragostea nu e niciodat? u?oar?, dar poate c? asta o face at?t de minunat? ?Felul de a fi al Larei Jean – cu capul ?n nori, timid?, capabil? de emo?ii puternice ?i complet naiv? c?nd vine vorba de b?ie?i – spore?te farmecul acestei pove?ti.“ – Publishers Weekly ?O emo?ionant? explorare a iubirii adolescentine.“ – Kirkus Reviews ?Oamenii vin ?i pleac? din via?a ta. Pentru o vreme, ei sunt ?ntregul t?u univers, sunt totul. ?i ?ntr-o zi ?nceteaz? s? mai fie a?a. N-ai de unde s? ?tii c?t timp ?i vei putea avea l?ng? tine.“

Una dintre cele mai intense poveti de dragoste despre adolesceni pe care le-am citit vreodat.“ – David Levithan De cnd se tie, elul lui Wren Gray a fost s-i mulumeasc prinii. Lucru care nu a deranjat-o, dimpotriv. Acum ns a mplinit 18 ani i simte nevoia s-i mplineasc propriile dorine... doar c nu prea tie care sunt. n schimb, Charlie Parker tie exact care e dorina sa cea mai mare. Charlie e un biat blnd cu un trecut dureros – i a iubit-o pe Wren de cnd a vzut-o prima dat. Dar o fat ca Wren nu s-ar ndrgosti niciodat de un tip ca el. i totui... unele lucruri sunt scrise n stele. Romantic, senzual i att de adevrat – o poveste de neuitat despre prima iubire de la una dintre cele mai bune autoare de adult fiction ale momentului. O poveste de dragoste n acelai timp delicat i plin de pasiune.“ – Kirkus Reviews Relaia dintre personajele lui Lauren Myracle e bazat pe dragoste, respect i ncredere.“ – Publishers Weekly Lauren Myracle mbin tandreea cu erotismul.“ – School Library Journal Miercuri, Charlie trecuse prin ultima zi de coal ca i cnd s-ar fi aflat ntr-o negur. Toi ceilali erau entuziasmai la gndul c vara ncepea n mod oficial, ns Charlie nu-i dorea s vin vacana. El i-o dorea pe Wren. ns, dac nu avea de gnd s prind curaj i s acioneze – de pild, s poarte o conversaie mai lung de cinci cuvinte cu ea, n numele lui Dumnezeu! –, era sortit eecului. Wren urma s-i vad de drumul ei imediat dup ceremonia de absolvire de smbt i exista posibilitatea ca Charlie s nu o mai vad niciodat.“

Maestrul Benedict Blackthorn, membru de vaz? al Breslei Spi?erilor, este pe cale s? descopere cea mai de seam? re?et? a tuturor timpurilor: cea prin care se ob?ine Focul Arhanghelului – puterea suprem? pe P?m?nt. Pe urmele lui se afl? un coleg de breasl?, care vrea s? fure re?eta ?i s? foloseasc? Focul pentru ?nl?turarea regelui Carol de pe tronul Angliei. C?nd Maestrul Benedict simte c? este ?n pericol de moarte, ?i ?ncredin?eaz? ucenicului s?u Christopher Rowe misiunea de a salva re?eta ?i, totodat?, via?a ?i tronul lui Carol, precum ?i soarta Angliei. ?Un debut spectaculos. “- Kirkus Reviews ?Magie, aventur? ?i multe chestii care explodeaz? – ador cartea asta! “- Eoin Colfer ?Kevin Sands a creat un erou ambi?ios, inimos ?i plin de umor ?n Christopher Rowe, ucenicul spi?erului. Aceast? aventur? palpitant? v? va captiva. “- Ingrid Law ??ns? re?etele noi nu pic? din cer. Trebuie s? le descoperi. Asta cere zile, luni, chiar ani ?ntregi de munc? grea. ?i cost? o avere: ingredientele, instrumentele, c?rbunele pentru ?ntre?inut focul, ghea?a pentru r?cit. Mai presus de toate, era primejdios. Focuri p?rjolitoare. Metale topite. Elixiruri care miroseau dulceag, dar care ??i devorau m?runtaiele. Tincturi care p?reau inofensive, ca apa, dar emanau vapori invizibili. La fiecare experiment nou, ??i primejduiai via?a. A?adar, o re?et? care func?iona era mai pre?ioas? dec?t aurul." ?Debutantul Sands a scris o poveste incitant? despre alchimie ?i secrete ad?nc ?ngropate. Kevin Sands alterneaz? abil p?r?ile mai ?ntunecate ale romanului cu momente de umor ?i destindere, ad?ug?nd detalii picante ?n descrierea personajelor ?i a contextului istoric. To?i cei interesa?i de chimie, istorie, puzzle-uri complicate ar trebui s? citeasc? romanul. “- Publishers Weekly

Al treilea volum al seriei Clubul fetelor dependente de ciocolat? ?nc? o poveste delicioas? din seria Clubul fetelor dependente de ciocolat?, al?turi de Pasiunea lui Cherry ?i Cuf?rul lui Skye. Summer s-a visat dintotdeauna dansatoare ?i, c?nd apare un loc la ?coala de balet, ?i-l dore?te dureros de tare. Gimnaziul se termin? ?i ?ncepe vacan?a dar, spre deosebire de geam?na Skye ?i de celelalte surori, Summer nu are timp de petreceri pe plaj?. Audi?ia devine noua ei obsesie, iar lucrurile ?ncep s? scape grav de sub control... Cu c?t ?ncearc? mai mult s? ating? perfec?iunea, cu at?t se pierde mai tare. Va realiza Summer – cu ajutorul b?iatului care vrea s?-i fie mai mult dec?t prieten – c? visurile vin ?n tot felul de forme ?i m?rimi? ?Emo?ionant, tandru, de neuitat.“ – The Guardian ?Fiica mea era o cititoare foarte selectiv?, a?a c? am vrut s? scriu c?r?i pe care s? nu le lase din m?n?, pove?ti care s? o fac? s? viseze, s?-?i pun? ?ntreb?ri, s? mediteze ?i – de ce nu? – s? ?n?eleag? mai bine via?a.“ – Cathy Cassidy ?Sora mea ro?e?te p?n? ?n albul ochilor ?i pare c? ?i-a pierdut cu des?v?r?ire darul vorbirii. (...) Apoi r?de cu gura p?n? la urechi, iar Finch ?i ?ntoarce un z?mbet la fel de luminos. ?n clipa ?n care noi celelalte sim?im miros de ars, e greu de spus dac? acesta vine de la privirile lor electrizate, ori de la fierul de c?lcat pe care Skye l-a abandonat pe unul dintre cele mai bune furouri vintage ale ei.“

In 1861 Captain Grant succeeded Captain Burgess on Matinicus, taking his son with him as assistant. The old keeper left Abby on the rock to instruct the newcomers in their duties, and she performed the task so well that young Grant fell in love with her, and asked her to become his wife. Soon after their marriage she was appointed an assistant keeper. A few years later the husband was made keeper and the wife assistant keeper of White Head, another light on the Maine coast. There they remained until the spring of 1890, when they removed to Middleborough, Mass., intending to pass the balance of their days beyond sight and hearing of the rocks and the waves. But the hunger which the sea breeds in its adopted children was still strong within them, and the fall of 1892 found them again on the coast of Maine, this time at Portland, where the husband again entered the lighthouse establishment, working in the engineers' department of the first lighthouse district. With them until his death lived Captain Grant, who in the closing months of 1890, being then aged eighty-five, retired from the position of keeper of Matinicus light, which he had held for nearly thirty years. Not less lonely, but far more perilous than the life of the keepers of a light like that on Matinicus is the lot of the crew of the South Shoal lightship, whose position twenty-six miles off Sankaty Head, Nantucket Island, makes it the most exposed light-station in the world. Anchored so far out at sea, it is only during the months of summer and autumn that the lighthouse tender ventures to visit it, and its crew from December to May of each year are wholly cut off from communication with the land. It is this, however, that makes the South Shoal lightship a veritable protecting angel of the deep, for it stands guard not only over the treacherous New South Shoal, near which it is anchored, but over twenty-six miles of rips and reefs between it and the Nantucket shore—a wide-reaching ocean graveyard, where bleach the bones of more than a half thousand wrecked and forgotten vessels. The lightship is a stanchly built two-hulled schooner of 275 tons burden, 103 feet long over all, equipped with fore-and-aft lantern masts 71 feet high, and with two masts for sails, each 42 feet high. The lanterns are octagons of glass in copper frames, so arranged that they can be lowered into houses built around the masts. In the forward part of the ship is a huge fog bell, swung ten feet above the deck, which, when foggy weather prevails, as it frequently does for weeks at a time, is kept tolling day and night. A two-inch chain fastened to a "mushroom" anchor weighing upward of three tons holds the vessel in eighteen fathoms of water, but this, so fiercely do the waves beat against it in winter, has not prevented her from going adrift many times. She was two weeks at sea on one of these occasions, and on another she came to anchor in New York Harbor. Life on the South Shoal lightship is at all times a hard and trying one, and, as a matter of fact, the crew are instructed not to expose themselves to danger outside their special line of duty. This, however, does not deter them from frequently risking their lives in rescuing others, and when, several years ago, the City of Newcastle went ashore on one of the shoals near the lightship, all hands, twenty-seven in number, were saved by the South Shoal crew and kept aboard of her over two weeks, until the story of the wreck was signalled to a passing vessel. Isaac H. Grant holds a silver medal given him by the Government for rescuing two men from drowning while he was keeper at White Head; while Frederick Hatch, keeper of the Breakwater station at Cleveland was awarded the gold bar. The last mentioned badge of honor is granted only to one who has twice distinguished himself by a special act of bravery. It was given Hatch in the winter of 1898.

Жасмин, двадцатичетырехлетняя красавица-американка, приезжает в Англию на Рождество погостить у родственников. Герцог Харли подарил ей жеребца, и она решает прокатится верхом. Но из-за разыгравшейся метели ее едва не сбивает машина, за рулем которой сидел граф Сомертон. Через некоторое время, волею судьбы, Жасмин опять встретится с графом, который приютит ее в своем замке после падения с лошади… Эта встреча навсегда изменит их жизнь и подарит им настоящую любовь… Zhasmin, dvadcatichetyrehletnjaja krasavica-amerikanka, priezzhaet v Angliju na Rozhdestvo pogostit' u rodstvennikov. Gercog Harli podaril ej zherebca, i ona reshaet prokatitsja verhom. No iz-za razygravshejsja meteli ee edva ne sbivaet mashina, za rulem kotoroj sidel graf Somerton. Cherez nekotoroe vremja, voleju sud'by, Zhasmin opjat' vstretitsja s grafom, kotoryj prijutit ee v svoem zamke posle padenija s loshadi… Jeta vstrecha navsegda izmenit ih zhizn' i podarit im nastojashhuju ljubov'…

Mon Agent Андрея М. Мелехова – третий роман об Аналитике. Как и предыдущие книги серии – Malaria и Analyste – Mon Agent представляет из себя необычную комбинацию приключенческого романа и мистического триллера. Он предлагает читателю не только получить удовольствие от весьма неожиданных поворотов нескольких сюжетных линий, но и задуматься над широким кругом философских, религиозных и мировоззренческих проблем, волнующих современного человека.Действие романа происходит в Лондоне и Москве, в Раю и в Преисподней. Его персонажами являются террористы и агенты спецслужб, герои Библии и герои тайных операций, великие пророки прошлого и политики настоящего, ангелы Божьи и слуги Сатаны, люди и говорящие животные. В произведении нашлось место большой любви и большой ненависти, острой политической сатире и тонкому юмору. Как и все книги Мелехова, Mon Agent написан для тех, кто способен подвергнуть сомнению догмы, стереотипы и предубеждения, кто может рассмеяться, говоря даже о весьма серьёзных вещах. Если вы хотите узнать, чем простые (и непростые!) смертные смогли помочь вдруг начавшим стареть и умирать обитателям Рая и как отнеслись бы сегодня люди к новому пришествию Христа – эта книга для вас, читатель! Вам предлагается новая редакция романа.

Daylight sometimes hides secrets that darkness will reveal—the Martian's glowing eyes, for instance. But darkness has other dangers.... Joseph Heidel looked slowly around the dinner table at the five men, hiding his examination by a thin screen of smoke from his cigar. He was a large man with thick blond-gray hair cut close to his head. In three more months he would be fifty-two, but his face and body had the vital look of a man fifteen years younger. He was the President of the Superior Council, and he had been in that post—the highest post on the occupied planet of Mars—four of the six years he had lived here. As his eyes flicked from one face to another his fingers unconsciously tapped the table, making a sound like a miniature drum roll. One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Five top officials, selected, tested, screened on Earth to form the nucleus of governmental rule on Mars.Heidel's bright narrow eyes flicked, his fingers drummed. Which one? Who was the imposter, the ringer? Who was the Martian?Sadler's dry voice cut through the silence: "This is not just an ordinary meeting then, Mr. President?" Heidel's cigar came up and was clamped between his teeth. He stared into Sadler's eyes. "No, Sadler, it isn't. This is a very special meeting." He grinned around the cigar. "This is where we take the clothes off the sheep and find the wolf."

нод дитяч мр збуваються. Дан Таарт керу найбльшою в кран залзницею. Генк Рарден запроваджу революцйну технологю в металург. Еллс Ваятт перетворю Богом забуту землю на промисловий рай. У хнх руках — наймогутнш корпорац, що вд них залежить доля крани. Вони — сучасн атланти. хня релгя — економка, хня вдповдальнсть — тягар усього свту. Колись вони мряли змнити життя суспльства, а тепер м доводиться чути, що вся хня праця лише помножу несправедливсть. Що всм людям потрбн однаков права можливост. Спершу атланти лише знизували плечима. Але настане той день, коли м остаточно набридне тримати цей свт на свох плечах. вони пдуть.

Mr. Hungerton, her father, really was the most tactless person upon earth,—a fluffy, feathery, untidy cockatoo of a man, perfectly good-natured, but absolutely centered upon his own silly self. If anything could have driven me from Gladys, it would have been the thought of such a father-in-law. I am convinced that he really believed in his heart that I came round to the Chestnuts three days a week for the pleasure of his company, and very especially to hear his views upon bimetallism, a subject upon which he was by way of being an authority. For an hour or more that evening I listened to his monotonous chirrup about bad money driving out good, the token value of silver, the depreciation of the rupee, and the true standards of exchange. "Suppose," he cried with feeble violence, "that all the debts in the world were called up simultaneously, and immediate payment insisted upon,—what under our present conditions would happen then?" I gave the self-evident answer that I should be a ruined man, upon which he jumped from his chair, reproved me for my habitual levity, which made it impossible for him to discuss any reasonable subject in my presence, and bounced off out of the room to dress for a Masonic meeting. At last I was alone with Gladys, and the moment of Fate had come! All that evening I had felt like the soldier who awaits the signal which will send him on a forlorn hope; hope of victory and fear of repulse alternating in his mind. She sat with that proud, delicate profile of hers outlined against the red curtain. How beautiful she was! And yet how aloof! We had been friends, quite good friends; but never could I get beyond the same comradeship which I might have established with one of my fellow-reporters upon the Gazette,—perfectly frank, perfectly kindly, and perfectly unsexual. My instincts are all against a woman being too frank and at her ease with me. It is no compliment to a man. Where the real sex feeling begins, timidity and distrust are its companions, heritage from old wicked days when love and violence went often hand in hand. The bent head, the averted eye, the faltering voice, the wincing figure—these, and not the unshrinking gaze and frank reply, are the true signals of passion. Even in my short life I had learned as much as that—or had inherited it in that race memory which we call instinct. Gladys was full of every womanly quality. Some judged her to be cold and hard; but such a thought was treason. That delicately bronzed skin, almost oriental in its coloring, that raven hair, the large liquid eyes, the full but exquisite lips,—all the stigmata of passion were there. But I was sadly conscious that up to now I had never found the secret of drawing it forth. However, come what might, I should have done with suspense and bring matters to a head to-night. She could but refuse me, and better be a repulsed lover than an accepted brother. So far my thoughts had carried me, and I was about to break the long and uneasy silence, when two critical, dark eyes looked round at me, and the proud head was shaken in smiling reproof. "I have a presentiment that you are going to propose, Ned. I do wish you wouldn't; for things are so much nicer as they are." I drew my chair a little nearer. "Now, how did you know that I was going to propose?" I asked in genuine wonder."Don't women always know? Do you suppose any woman in the world was ever taken unawares? But—oh, Ned, our friendship has been so good and so pleasant! What a pity to spoil it! Don't you feel how splendid it is that a young man and a young woman should be able to talk face to face as we have talked?" "I don't know, Gladys. You see, I can talk face to face with—with the station-master." I can't imagine how that official came into the matter; but in he trotted, and set us both laughing. "That does not satisfy me in the least. I want my arms round you, and your head on my breast, and—oh, Gladys, I want——"

The third novel, The Vicomte de Bragelonne (serialized October, 1847—January, 1850), has enjoyed a strange history in its English translation. It has been split into three, four, or five volumes at various points in its history. The five-volume edition generally does not give titles to the smaller portions, but the others do. In the three-volume edition, the novels are entitled The Vicomte de Bragelonne, Louise de la Valliere, and The Man in the Iron Mask. For the purposes of this etext, I have chosen to split the novel as the four-volume edition does, with these titles: The Vicomte de Bragelonne, Ten Years Later, Louise de la Valliere, and The Man in the Iron Mask. In the first three etexts: The Vicomte de Bragelonne (Etext 2609): It is the year 1660, and D'Artagnan, after thirty-five years of loyal service, has become disgusted with serving King Louis XIV while the real power resides with the Cardinal Mazarin, and has tendered his resignation. He embarks on his own project, that of restoring Charles II to the throne of England, and, with the help of Athos, succeeds, earning himself quite a fortune in the process. D'Artagnan returns to Paris to live the life of a rich citizen, and Athos, after negotiating the marriage of Philip, the king's brother, to Princess Henrietta of England, likewise retires to his own estate, La Fere. Meanwhile, Mazarin has finally died, and left Louis to assume the reigns of power, with the assistance of M. Colbert, formerly Mazarin's trusted clerk. Colbert has an intense hatred for M. Fouquet, the king's superintendent of finances, and has resolved to use any means necessary to bring about his fall. With the new rank of intendant bestowed on him by Louis, Colbert succeeds in having two of Fouquet's loyal friends tried and executed. He then brings to the king's attention that Fouquet is fortifying the island of Belle-Ile-en-Mer, and could possibly be planning to use it as a base for some military operation against the king. Louis calls D'Artagnan out of retirement and sends him to investigate the island, promising him a tremendous salary and his long-promised promotion to captain of the musketeers upon his return. At Belle-Isle, D'Artagnan discovers that the engineer of the fortifications is, in fact, Porthos, now the Baron du Vallon, and that's not all. The blueprints for the island, although in Porthos's handwriting, show evidence of another script that has been erased, that of Aramis. D'Artagnan later discovers that Aramis has become the bishop of Vannes, which is, coincidentally, a parish belonging to M. Fouquet. Suspecting that D'Artagnan has arrived on the king's behalf to investigate, Aramis tricks D'Artagnan into wandering around Vannes in search of Porthos, and sends Porthos on an heroic ride back to Paris to warn Fouquet of the danger. Fouquet rushes to the king, and gives him Belle-Isle as a present, thus allaying any suspicion, and at the same time humiliating Colbert, just minutes before the usher announces someone else seeking an audience with the king. Ten Years Later (Etext 2681): As 1661 approaches, Princess Henrietta of England arrives for her marriage, and throws the court of France into complete disorder. The jealousy of the Duke of Buckingham, who is in love with her, nearly occasions a war on the streets of Le Havre, thankfully prevented by Raoul's timely and tactful intervention. After the marriage, though, Monsieur Philip becomes horribly jealous of Buckingham, and has him exiled. Before leaving, however, the duke fights a duel with M. de Wardes at Calais. De Wardes is a malicious and spiteful man, the sworn enemy of D'Artagnan, and, by the same token, that of Athos, Aramis, Porthos, and Raoul as well. Both men are seriously wounded, and the duke is taken back to England to recover. Raoul's friend, the Comte de Guiche, is the next to succumb to Henrietta's charms, and Monsieur obtains his exile as well, though De Guiche soon effects a reconciliation.

Кра?на стр?мко летить у пр?рву: моторошна криза охоплю? вс? царини людського життя. Псевдовчен? наполегливо пропагують: мислення – це ?люз?я, пошук будь-якого сенсу – абсурд, ? зрештою уряд оголошу? моратор?й на розум. Талано- вит? п?дпри?мц? безсл?дно зникають, кидаючи сво? виробництво напризволяще або знищуючи його. Головн? геро? роману – Да?н? Та??арт ? Генк Р?арден – в?дчайдушно намагаються в?двернути катастрофу. Да?н? переконана, що в кра?н? з’явився та?м- ничий Руйн?вник, ц?ль якого – крах економ?ки ? тотальна деградац?я людей. Ж?нка не покида? над?? в?дтворити досконалий двигун, але перспективний молодий нау- ковець, який погодився допомогти ?й, в?дмовля?ться працювати на благо нев?глас?в. Да?н? не хоче в?дмовлятися в?д свого задуму, тож ?де на зустр?ч з? знев?реним до- сл?дником, а в дороз? знайомиться з волоцюгою. Свого часу в?н працював там, де й зародилося ?чисте зло?, яке зараз пожира? кра?ну… Друга частина роману м?стить блискуч? св?тоглядн? монологи, вкладен? в уста Франциско Д’Анкон?? та Генка Р?ардена.

In 1888 a client, Mary Morstan, comes with two puzzles for Holmes. The first is the disappearance of her father Captain Arthur Morstan in December 1878 and the second is that she has received 6 pearls in the mail from an anonymous benefactor once a year since 1882, since she answered an anonymous newspaper query inquiring for her. With the last pearl she has received a letter remarking that she has been a wronged woman and asks for meeting. Holmes takes the case and soon discovers that Major Sholto — Morstan's only friend who had denied seeing Morstan — had died in 1882 and that within a short span of time Mary began to receive the pearls, implying a connection. The only clue Mary can give Holmes is a map of a fortress with the names of Jonathan Small and three Sikhs, who are named Dost Akbar, Abdullah Khan, and Mahomet Singh. Holmes, Watson, and Mary meet Thaddeus Sholto, the son of the late Major Sholto and Capt Morstan's Army friend who has sent her the pearls. Thaddeus remarks that his father had a paranoid fear of one-legged men and confirms that Mary's father had seen the Major the night he died. That night, in a quarrel about an Agra Treasure, Morstan — who was in weak health — suffered a heart attack. Not wanting to bring attention to the object of the quarrel to public notice, Sholto disposed of the body and hid the treasure. However his own health became worse when he received a letter from India. Dying, he called his two sons and confessed to Morstan's death and was about to divulge the location of the treasure when he suddenly cried "Keep him out!". The puzzled sons glimpsed a face in the window but the only trace was a single footstep in the dirt. On their father's body is a note reading "The Sign of Four". Both brothers quarreled over whether a legacy should be left to Mary Morstan and Thaddeus left his brother Bartholomew, taking a chaplet and sending its pearls to Mary. The reason he sent the letter is that Bartholomew has found the treasure and possibly Thaddeus and Mary might confront him for a division of it. Bartholomew is found dead in his home from a poison dart and the treasure is missing. While the police wrongly take Thaddeus in as a suspect Holmes deduces that there are two persons involved in the murder: a one-legged man, Jonathan Small, as well as another "small" accomplice. He traces them to a boat landing where Small has hired a launch named the Aurora. With the help of his Baker Street Irregulars and his own disguise Holmes traces the launch. In a Police launch Holmes and Watson chase the Aurora and capture it but in the process end up killing the "small" companion after he attempts to kill Holmes with a poisoned dart shot from a blow-pipe. Small tries to escape but is captured. However the iron treasure box is empty; Small claims to have dumped the treasure over the side during the chase.

The book's protagonist is an English scientist and gentleman inventor living in Richmond, Surrey in Victorian England, and identified by a narrator simply as the Time Traveller. The narrator recounts the Traveller's lecture to his weekly dinner guests that time is simply a fourth dimension, and his demonstration of a tabletop model machine for travelling through it. He reveals that he has built a machine capable of carrying a person, and returns at dinner the following week to recount a remarkable tale, becoming the new narrator.In the new narrative, the Time Traveller tests his device with a journey that takes him to A.D. 802,701, where he meets the Eloi, a society of small, elegant, childlike adults. They live in small communities within large and futuristic yet slowly deteriorating buildings, doing no work and having a frugivorous diet. His efforts to communicate with them are hampered by their lack of curiosity or discipline, and he speculates that they are a peaceful communist society, the result of humanity conquering nature with technology, and subsequently evolving to adapt to an environment in which strength and intellect are no longer advantageous to survival. Returning to the site where he arrived, the Time Traveller is shocked to find his time machine missing, and eventually works out that it has been dragged by some unknown party into a nearby structure with heavy doors, locked from the inside, which resembles a Sphinx. Later in the dark, he is approached menacingly by the Morlocks, ape-like troglodytes who live in darkness underground and surface only at night. Within their dwellings he discovers the machinery and industry that makes the above-ground paradise possible. He alters his theory, speculating that the human race has evolved into two species: the leisured classes have become the ineffectual Eloi, and the downtrodden working classes have become the brutish light-fearing Morlocks. Deducing that the Morlocks have taken his time machine, he explores the Morlock tunnels, learning that they feed on the Eloi. His revised analysis is that their relationship is not one of lords and servants but of livestock and ranchers. The Time Traveller theorizes that intelligence is the result of and response to danger; with no real challenges facing the Eloi, they have lost the spirit, intelligence, and physical fitness of humanity at its peak. Meanwhile, he saves an Eloi named Weena from drowning as none of the other Eloi take any notice of her plight, and they develop an innocently affectionate relationship over the course of several days. He takes Weena with him on an expedition to a distant structure that turns out to be the remains of a museum, where he finds a fresh supply of matches and fashions a crude weapon against Morlocks, whom he fears he must fight to get back his machine. He plans to take Weena back to his own time. Because the long and tiring journey back to Weena's home is too much for them, they stop in the forest, and they are then overcome by Morlocks in the night, and Weena faints. The Traveller escapes only when a small fire he had left behind them to distract the Morlocks catches up to them as a forest fire; Weena is presumably lost in the fire, as are the Morlocks. The Morlocks use the time machine as bait to ensnare the Traveller, not understanding that he will use it to escape. He travels further ahead to roughly 30 million years from his own time. There he sees some of the last living things on a dying Earth, menacing reddish crab-like creatures slowly wandering the blood-red beaches chasing butterflies in a world covered in simple lichenous vegetation. He continues to make short jumps through time, seeing Earth's rotation gradually cease and the sun grow larger, redder, and dimmer, and the world falling silent and freezing as the last degenerate living things die out.