An afternoon of a cold winter’s day, when the sun shone forth with chilly brightness, after a long storm, two children asked leave of their mother to run out and play in the new-fallen snow. The elder child was a little girl, whom, because she was of a tender and modest disposition, and was thought to be very beautiful, her parents, and other people who were familiar with her, used to call Violet. But her brother was known by the style and title of Peony, on account of the ruddiness of his broad and round little phiz, which made everybody think of sunshine and great scarlet flowers. The father of these two children, a certain Mr. Lindsey, it is important to say, was an excellent, but exceedingly matter-of-fact sort of man, a dealer in hardware, and was sturdily accustomed to take what is called the common-sense view of all matters that came under his consideration. With a heart about as tender as other people’s, he had a head as hard and impenetrable, and therefore, perhaps, as empty, as one of the iron pots which it was a part of his business to sell. The mother’s character, on the other hand, had a strain of poetry in it, a trait of unworldly beauty—a delicate and dewy flower, as it were, that had survived out of her imaginative youth, and still kept itself alive amid the dusty realities of matrimony and motherhood. So, Violet and Peony, as I began with saying, besought their mother to let them run out and play in the new snow; for, though it had looked so dreary and dismal, drifting downward out of the gray sky, it had a very cheerful aspect, now that the sun was shining on it. The children dwelt in a city, and had no wider play-place than a little garden before the house, divided by a white fence from the street, and with a pear-tree and two or three plum-trees overshadowing it, and some rose-bushes just in front of the parlor windows. The trees and shrubs, however, were now leafless, and their twigs were enveloped in the light snow, which thus made a kind of wintry foliage, with here and there a pendent icicle for the fruit. “Yes, Violet,—yes, my little Peony,” said their kind mother; “you may go out and play in the new snow.”

Holmes decodes a warning from Porlock, an informant against arch-criminal Moriarty, for "Douglas" resident five years at "Birlstone". Scotland Yard's MacDonald asks them to investigate a corpse with the same look and circle-in-triangle brand on the forearm as Birlstone owner Douglas. The head was blown off by an American-style sawed-off shotgun. Apparently, an intruder dropped a card with VV341, and left across a shallow moat. Watson observes the bereaved English wife and best male friend in unusually good spirits. When Holmes pretends the moat will be drained, the conspirators retrieve a missing dumb-bell weighting down the visitor's clothes beneath the water. Douglas comes from hiding, to explain he killed the assassin Baldwin in self-defence; the plan was to save him from more attacks by criminal survivors of Vermissa Valley. He hands Dr. Watson the following account. Young McMurdo gains reputation as tough counterfeiter, Freemen Lodge member fleeing murder charges in Chicago. In the Vermissa coal mine area, McGinty rules Scowrers branded by a circle in square, the local Lodge 341 who extort, murder, and exchange vicious deeds with nearby Lodges. Pretty Ettie prefers McMurdo to nasty Baldwin, and wants to flee, but will wait some months. When word comes that Pinkerton sent Edwards, McMurdo gathers ringleaders in one room, and springs his trap on them, surrounded by the law. Although the worst were hanged, after ten years, villains were freed, and chased McMurdo-Edwards-Douglas, despite changes of name, location, and wife. He married Ettie, then she died in California, where he made a fortune. The Valley of Fear, notable for Professor Moriarty's involvement, is set before "The Final Problem", the short story in which Moriarty was introduced. This introduces a logical difficulty, as in "The Final Problem" Dr. Watson has never heard of Moriarty, whereas by the end of The Valley Of Fear he is, or should be, familiar with his name and character. The "Moriarty" element in the story is tied into the fate of the informer in the story. It ties the Molly Maguire background to another event of that period: the murder of James Carey, an informer who was shot on board a ship off the coast of Natal, South Africa in 1883 by Patrick O'Donnell, an Irish republican who had relatives in the Mollies and briefly visited the Pennsylvania coal mining district, supposedly looking for the suspected informer among them.

The Mole had been working very hard all the morning, spring-cleaning his little home. First with brooms, then with dusters; then on ladders and steps and chairs, with a brush and a pail of whitewash; till he had dust in his throat and eyes, and splashes of whitewash all over his black fur, and an aching back and weary arms. Spring was moving in the air above and in the earth below and around him, penetrating even his dark and lowly little house with its spirit of divine discontent and longing. It was small wonder, then, that he suddenly flung down his brush on the floor, said 'Bother!' and 'O blow!' and also 'Hang spring-cleaning!' and bolted out of the house without even waiting to put on his coat. Something up above was calling him imperiously, and he made for the steep little tunnel which answered in his case to the gavelled carriage-drive owned by animals whose residences are nearer to the sun and air. So he scraped and scratched and scrabbled and scrooged and then he scrooged again and scrabbled and scratched and scraped, working busily with his little paws and muttering to himself, 'Up we go! Up we go!' till at last, pop! his snout came out into the sunlight, and he found himself rolling in the warm grass of a great meadow. 'This is fine!' he said to himself. 'This is better than whitewashing!' The sunshine struck hot on his fur, soft breezes caressed his heated brow, and after the seclusion of the cellarage he had lived in so long the carol of happy birds fell on his dulled hearing almost like a shout. Jumping off all his four legs at once, in the joy of living and the delight of spring without its cleaning, he pursued his way across the meadow till he reached the hedge on the further side. 'Hold up!' said an elderly rabbit at the gap. 'Sixpence for the privilege of passing by the private road!' He was bowled over in an instant by the impatient and contemptuous Mole, who trotted along the side of the hedge chaffing the other rabbits as they peeped hurriedly from their holes to see what the row was about. 'Onion-sauce! Onion-sauce!' he remarked jeeringly, and was gone before they could think of a thoroughly satisfactory reply. Then they all started grumbling at each other. 'How STUPID you are! Why didn't you tell him——' 'Well, why didn't YOU say——' 'You might have reminded him——' and so on, in the usual way; but, of course, it was then much too late, as is always the case. It all seemed too good to be true. Hither and thither through the meadows he rambled busily, along the hedgerows, across the copses, finding everywhere birds building, flowers budding, leaves thrusting—everything happy, and progressive, and occupied. And instead of having an uneasy conscience pricking him and whispering 'whitewash!' he somehow could only feel how jolly it was to be the only idle dog among all these busy citizens. After all, the best part of a holiday is perhaps not so much to be resting yourself, as to see all the other fellows busy working.

Strumming a harp while floating on a white cloud might be Paradise for some people, but it would bore others stiff. Given an unlimited chance to choose your ideal world, what would you specify—palaces or log cabins? I'll take beer, son, and thanks again for the offer. As you can see, I'm kinda down on my luck. I know what you're thinking, but I'm not really on the bum. I usually make out all right—nothing fancy, mind you, but it's a living. Odd jobs in the winter and spring, follow the harvests in the summer and fall. Things are slack right now.You? Electronics, huh? Used to know a fellow in electronics.... His name was Joe Shannon, used to work for Stellar Electric up in Fremont. Young fellow, not more'n twenty-five or so. Rail thin, wispy hair, serious look—you know, the one suit, absent-minded type. Joe was a brain. A triple-A, gold-plated, genuine genius. Had a wife named Marge. Not beautiful but pretty and a nice figure and a cook you never saw the likes of. Like I say, she was married to Joe but Joe was married to his work and after you'd been around a while, you could tell there was friction. But that ain't the beginning.

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.

Scriitorul George Colpit a publicat pan? in prezent cinci romane, un volum de reportaje ?i eseuri publicistice, un volum de poezii ?i prezenta culegere de nuvele.Cartea de fa?? demonstreaz? c? deosebitul talent ale romancierului de a da via?? unor personaje vii, pregnante, cu o prezen?? aproape material?, palpabil?, ?n situa?ii cotidiene veridice, duce, ?i ?n cazul ?n care scrie proz? scurt?, la realizarea unor mini-capodopere literare, dovedind un talent deosebit.V? invit?m s? citi?i ?i celelalte opere ale acestui talentat scriitor: Judecata de pe urm?. Despre Opera?iunea Psi ?i Laboratorul Psihotronic. Roman; Nebunul. Roman; Dorina tranzi?iei. Roman erotic interzis minorilor; Legionarul communist. Roman; Partidele coliba?ului. O saga arge?ean?. Roman; Articole din pia?a politic?. Despre oportuni?tii de forma?ie intelectual?. Publicistic?; Oglinda retrovizoare. Poezii

Júlia el?tt két út áll: szerelem nélküli, elrendezett házasság vagy lázadás. Az éles esz? lány, aki nemcsak rajongója Dante romantikus k?ltészetének, de maga is verseket ír, nem hajlandó fejet hajtani a hagyományok el?tt, és belet?r?dni a szül?k akaratába, mint imádott barátn?je, Lucrezia. Júlia sorsa ?r?kre megpecsétel?dik, amikor egy álarcosbálon megismeri a családjával viszálykodó Monticecco család fiát, Rómeót. Robin Maxwell, az angol t?rténelmi regények népszer? szerz?je nem kevesebbre vállalkozott, mint hogy újraírja Shakespeare egyik legnépszer?bb drámáját, a Rómeó és Júliá-t. Az írón? ezúttal is t?rténelmileg hiteles regényt írt: a halhatatlan szerelmesek t?rténete Verona helyett a reneszánsz Firenzében játszódik. Mik?zben megismerhetjük a nyüzsg? város hétk?znapjait, kibontakozik el?ttünk egy ifjú pár szerelmi t?rténete, amely nem kevésbé drámai és szívszorító, mint a nagy k?lt?é, ám ezúttal azt is láthatjuk, mi zajlik a kulisszák m?g?tt.

avagy a szeretet, a megbocsátás és a szabadság ereje T?rténet egy anyáról, akinek szívéhez k?zelebb állt egyik fia, mint a másik, és b?ntudata halála után sem hagyta nyugodni. T?rténet egy fiúról, akit édesanyja nem akart a világra hozni, akinek a magány volt a legh?ségesebb társa, s akinek szíve k?vé dermedt a háború borzalmaiban. T?rténet egy lányról, aki tudta, mekkora er?vel bír a szeretet, és tudta, hogyan kell megszelídíteni, újrahangolni egy elgy?t?rt szívet. T?rténet egy n?r?l, aki háta m?g?tt hagyta a nyugati világot, hogy megtalálja, ami a legfontosabb az életben: ?nmagát. Az egymásba fonódó t?rténetekb?l egyetlen regény kerekedik, mely izgalmas emberi sorsokról mesél, mik?zben bemutatja Burma babonákkal, ugyanakkor b?lcsességgel átsz?tt kultúráját, és felnyitja szemünket egy olyan világra, melyben a szeretet, a megbocsátás és a szabadság jelentik az igazi hatalmat.

1588-ban vagyunk. A spanyol Armada megtámadni készül Angliát, a nemrégiben megkoronázott Erzsébet királyn? maga mellé veszi kegyencét, Robert Dudleyt, gyerekkori szerelmét, akit?l gyermeke fogan. A trón?r?k?s, Arthur Dudley, egy viharos éjszakán, titokban j?n a világra, majd egy vadászmajorban nevelkedik, anélkül, hogy sejtelme lenne arról, kicsoda is ? valójában. Nevel?apja csak halálos ágyánál árulja el igazi származását. Arthur Dudley harcol a holland-spanyol háborúban, megismeri az igaz szerelem boldogságát és szenvedéseit, a halálát várja a spanyol inkvizíció b?rt?nében, míg végül sikerül megmenekülnie és eljutnia gyerekkori példaképéhez, Robin Dudleyhoz és imádott királyn?jéhez, I. Erzsébethez, akiknek be kell bizonyítania, hogy a vérszerinti fiuk. A t?rténészeket régóta foglalkoztatja az a kérdés, hogy vajon I. Erzsébet és Robert Dudley hosszú éveken át tartó szerelmi kapcsolatából született-e gyermek. Bizonyos források emlegetnek egy Arthur Dudley nev? fiatalembert, aki csak feln?tt korában bukkant fel az angol királyi udvarban.

Az iráni írón? els? regénye máris 14 nyelven jelent meg világszerte. A t?rténet az iszlám forradalom utáni Iránban játszódik, ahol egy n? csak fejkend?ben léphet ki az utcára, és b?nnek számít, ha valaki amerikai zenét hallgat. Egy kis iráni faluban nevelkedik a kis Szába és ikertestvére, Mahtab. Szába élete egy csapásra megváltozik, amikor anyja és testvére számára felfoghatatlanul elt?nnek az életéb?l. A kislány meg van gy?z?dve róla, hogy Amerikába emigráltak nélküle.

A velencei bába népszer? szerz?je új k?nyvében a 16. századi Konstantinápolyba repíti az olvasót. Hanna és Izsák sok-sok akadályt küzdenek le, hogy új életet kezdjenek az oszmán birodalomban. Izsák selyemkészítésbe kezd, Hanna pedig, aki hamar elnyeri a f?város legjobb bábája elismerést, a szultán fény?z? háremében kap megbízatást. Egy éjszaka Hannát a szultán palotájába hívatják. Ekkor találkozik el?sz?r a gy?ny?r? Leával, akit elraboltak, hogy a szultán ágyasa legyen. ?m a lány súlyos titkot cipel magával. Ha fény derül rá, Leára sz?rny? sors vár. Hanna mindent elk?vet, hogy segítsen a lánynak, ám ezzel nem csak a saját, de a családja életét is kockára teszi. Mindennek tetejébe házukba egy elb?v?l? idegen n? állít be váratlanul, és kis híján romba d?nti Hanna családi boldogságát. Nem kevesebbet akar, mint a férjét és a szemük fényét, a kis Matteót.

A k?tet Poe fantasztikus elbeszéléseit-novelláit gy?jti egybe, olyan klasszikus és ?r?k darabokat, mint A kút és az inga, a Metzengerstein, vagy a T?rténet a Rongyos Hegyekb?l. Valamennyit Babits Mihály m?gonddal és szép magyar nyelvre ültetett értelmezésében adjuk k?zre.

Iubire ?n singur?tate. Care va fi pedeapsa unei mame care, urm?ndu-?i pasiunile nebune, ??i neglijeaz? fiul? Jon ?i mama sa, Vibeke, tr?iesc ?ntr-o mic? localitate norvegian?, cu nop?i lungi ?i reci, care-i aduc copilului groaznice co?maruri ?i-i alimenteaz? femeii fantasmele erotice. Urm?ndu-?i setea de iubire, Vibeke ignor? dragostea propriului fiu, care va ajunge s? r?t?ceasc?, la propriu ?i la figurat prin gerurile Norvegiei. O poveste cu suspans, despre compromis, singur?tate ?i nevoia puternic? de iubire.

S? mori ?n momentul cel mai nepotrivit. Ce poate fi mai r?u dec?t ca amanta al?turi de care vrei s? petreci o noapte s?-?i moar? ?n bra?e? Nimic, ar zice un cititor care nu-l cunoa?te pe Javier Marías. Scriitorul spaniol ?tie ?ns? ce poate fi mai r?u. Ca ?n apartamentul unde se ?nt?mpl? totul s? se afle chiar copilul ei. ?i de aici ?ncepe povestea. Deciziile incredibil de grele pe care b?rbatul trebuie s? le ia, remu?c?rile ce-l urm?resc apoi, r?sturn?rile neprev?zute de situa?ie, interven?ia regelui Spaniei ?i farsele pe care destinul pare s? le joace personajelor sunt ingrediente marca Marías, care te vor l?sa cu gura c?scat?.

Treasure Island is an adventure novel by Scottish author Robert Louis Stevenson, narrating a tale of "buccaneers and buried gold". First published as a book on 23 May 1883, it was originally serialized in the children's magazine Young Folks between 1881 and 1882 under the title Treasure Island or, the mutiny of the Hispaniola with Stevenson adopting the pseudonym Captain George North. Traditionally considered a coming-of-age story, Treasure Island is a tale known for its atmosphere, characters and action, and also as a wry commentary on the ambiguity of morality — as seen in Long John Silver — unusual for children's literature now and then. It is one of the most frequently dramatized of all novels. The influence of Treasure Island on popular perceptions of pirates is enormous, including treasure maps marked with an "X", schooners, the Black Spot, tropical islands, and one-legged seamen carrying parrots on their shoulders. Short Summary of the Book:The novel is divided into six parts and 34 chapters: The novel opens in the seaside village of Black Hill Cove in south-west England (to Stevenson, in his letters and in the related fictional play Admiral Guinea, near Barnstaple, Devon) in the mid-18th century. The narrator, James "Jim" Hawkins, is the young son of the owners of the Admiral Benbow Inn. An old drunken seaman named Billy Bones becomes a long-term lodger at the inn, only paying for about the first week of his stay. Jim quickly realizes that Bones is in hiding, and that he particularly dreads meeting an unidentified seafaring man with one leg. Some months later, Bones is visited by a mysterious sailor named Black Dog. Their meeting turns violent, Black Dog flees and Bones suffers a stroke. While Jim cares for him, Bones confesses that he was once the mate of a notorious late pirate, Captain Flint, and that his old crewmates want Bones' sea chest. Some time later, another of Bones' crew mates, a blind man named Pew, appears at the inn and forces Jim to lead him to Bones. Pew gives Bones a paper. After Pew leaves, Bones opens the paper to discover it is marked with the Black Spot, a pirate summons, with the warning that he has until ten o'clock to meet their demands. Bones drops dead of apoplexy (in this context, a stroke) on the spot. Jim and his mother open Bones' sea chest to collect the amount due to them for Bones' room and board, but before they can count out the money that they are owed, they hear pirates approaching the inn and are forced to flee and hide, Jim taking with him a mysterious oilskin packet from the chest. The pirates, led by Pew, find the sea chest and the money, but are frustrated that there is no sign of "Flint's fist". Customs men approach and the pirates escape to their vessel (all except for Pew, who is accidentally run down and killed by the agents' horses).

rk élet! Az emberiség si vágya. Mely megvalósíthatatlan - vagy mégsem Nathaniel Delinger, a látnok zseni a csillagok kztt találja meg ennek lehetségét. A neve: Endümión. Mert ugyan sokaknak vágya az rk élet - de van, aki nem akarja, hogy bárki rkké éljen. s ezért akár az rklétet is képes elpusztítani. Owen, a fiatal nyomozó, egy gyilkossági ügy kapcsán 8 feladvánnyal szembesül, mely egyre kzelebb visz Endümión titkához - és kzelebb egy hazugság leleplezdéséhez. Az elkvetk célja, hogy elutazhassanak Endümiónra, ahol az rk élet várja ket, hogy megszabaduljanak a Fld haláltól terhes világától. Vajon Endümión tényleg az az eszményi hely s mi az a szilánk, és hogyan kerül a Fldre GARZ LSZL fantáziájának sem a tér, sem az id nem szabhat határokat. A szerz fordulatokban gazdag kalandos sci-fi trténete új izgalmas világokba repíti az olvasót.

Lauren Hope a fiatal, gyönyör?, és céltudatos n? minden kétséget kizáróan hisz benne. Két nagy álma van: sikeres író szeretne lenni, és meg akarja ismerni az igaz szerelmet, melyr?l a nagy könyvekben írnak. Egy nap messzire utazik abban a reményben, hogy fájdalmait maga mögött hagyhatja. Akkor még nem is sejti, hogy ez az utazás alapjaiban változtatja meg az életét. Távol otthonától a véletlennek köszönhet?en megismerkedik egy titokzatos, jókép? zenésszel. Dylan Duprés, a biztonságot sugárzó férfi, Lauren álmainak lehetséges megvalósítója, egyben minden probléma forrása. Vajon milyen hatással lesz Lauren életére ennek a rejtélyes férfinek a felbukkanása? Elképzelhet?, hogy mindkét álma valóra válik? És ha választania kell? Zsarnai Beáta - a N?k Lapjához tartozó Cafeblog kiemelt bloggerének - els? regénye a sors hatalmáról.

Szívszaggató t?rténet a minden akadályt leküzd? szerelemr?l, és a legnehezebb d?ntésr?l, amit életünkben hozhatunk. "Lucy, minden házasság tánchoz hasonló: id?nként bonyolult, máskor csodás, ám az id? túlnyomó részében igencsak eseménytelen. Mickey-vel viszont lesznek id?k, amikor üvegszilánkokon táncoltok majd. Fájni fog. Két lehet?séged van: vagy elmenekülsz ez el?l a fájdalom el?l, vagy szorosan ?sszekapaszkodtok, és együtt táncoltok át a k?vetkez? biztos helyre." Lucy Houstonnak és Mickey Chandlernek nem lett volna szabad egymásba szeretniük, még kevésbé ?sszeházasodniuk. Mindkettejüket hibás génekkel sújtotta ugyanis a sors: a férfi bipoláris személyiségzavarral küzd, a n? családjában a mellrák szedi áldozatait. ?m amikor Lucy huszonnegyedik születésnapján útjaik ?sszetalálkoznak, fellángol a szikra, és t?bbé le sem tagadhatják az egymás iránti vonzalmukat. Elt?kélten és megfontoltan küzdenek azért, hogy a kapcsolatuk m?k?dhessen, ezért írásba foglalják ígéreteiket. Mickey szedi a gyógyszereit. Lucy nem hibáztatja azért, ami felett nincs hatalma. A férfi ?szinteséget fogad. A n? türelmet. Mint bármely házasságban, nekik is vannak jó, rossz és néha nagyon rossz napjaik. Annak érdekében, hogy megbirkózhassanak az egyedülálló kihívásokkal, szívszaggató d?ntést hoznak: nem vállalnak gyermeket. Amikor azonban Lucy megjelenik egy rutin orvosi vizsgálaton, olyan meglepetés éri, ami mindent megváltoztat. Mindent. Egy pillanat alatt értelmüket vesztik a szabályok, és ?k ketten kénytelenek újradefiniálni a szerelem valódi lényegét. A K?nyvjelz? magazin 2015. szeptemberi számában megjelent cikk: Harc a szerelemért

jvári Hanna a tinik megszokott életét élte egészen egy évvel ezelttig, egy családi tragédia azonban mindent megváltoztatott. Most apukájával kettesben tlti a hétkznapokat, és rég nem a korosztályának átlagos problémái foglalkoztatják. Miután átveszi a tizenegyedikes bizonyítványát, az évzáró után váratlan felkérést kap az igazgatótól: részt vehet egy iskolai versenyen, ahol kiváló matekosként fleg a logikai feladatok megoldásában számítanak rá. Hanna krnyezete ragaszkodik hozzá, hogy elmenjen a megmérettetésre, így a Szirtes Gimnázium négyfs csapata elindul az Iskolák Országos Versenyén.

In these times of ours, though concerning the exact year there is no need to be precise, a boat of dirty and disreputable appearance, with two figures in it, floated on the Thames, between Southwark bridge which is of iron, and London Bridge which is of stone, as an autumn evening was closing in. The figures in this boat were those of a strong man with ragged grizzled hair and a sun-browned face, and a dark girl of nineteen or twenty, sufficiently like him to be recognizable as his daughter. The girl rowed, pulling a pair of sculls very easily; the man, with the rudder-lines slack in his hands, and his hands loose in his waistband, kept an eager look out. He had no net, hook, or line, and he could not be a fisherman; his boat had no cushion for a sitter, no paint, no inscription, no appliance beyond a rusty boathook and a coil of rope, and he could not be a waterman; his boat was too crazy and too small to take in cargo for delivery, and he could not be a lighterman or river-carrier; there was no clue to what he looked for, but he looked for something, with a most intent and searching gaze. The tide, which had turned an hour before, was running down, and his eyes watched every little race and eddy in its broad sweep, as the boat made slight head-way against it, or drove stern foremost before it, according as he directed his daughter by a movement of his head. She watched his face as earnestly as he watched the river. But, in the intensity of her look there was a touch of dread or horror. Allied to the bottom of the river rather than the surface, by reason of the slime and ooze with which it was covered, and its sodden state, this boat and the two figures in it obviously were doing something that they often did, and were seeking what they often sought. Half savage as the man showed, with no covering on his matted head, with his brown arms bare to between the elbow and the shoulder, with the loose knot of a looser kerchief lying low on his bare breast in a wilderness of beard and whisker, with such dress as he wore seeming to be made out of the mud that begrimed his boat, still there was a business-like usage in his steady gaze. So with every lithe action of the girl, with every turn of her wrist, perhaps most of all with her look of dread or horror; they were things of usage. 'Keep her out, Lizzie. Tide runs strong here. Keep her well afore the sweep of it.' Trusting to the girl's skill and making no use of the rudder, he eyed the coming tide with an absorbed attention. So the girl eyed him. But, it happened now, that a slant of light from the setting sun glanced into the bottom of the boat, and, touching a rotten stain there which bore some resemblance to the outline of a muffled human form, coloured it as though with diluted blood. This caught the girl's eye, and she shivered. 'What ails you?' said the man, immediately aware of it, though so intent on the advancing waters; 'I see nothing afloat.' The red light was gone, the shudder was gone, and his gaze, which had come back to the boat for a moment, travelled away again. Wheresoever the strong tide met with an impediment, his gaze paused for an instant. At every mooring-chain and rope, at every stationery boat or barge that split the current into a broad-arrowhead, at the offsets from the piers of Southwark Bridge, at the paddles of the river steamboats as they beat the filthy water, at the floating logs of timber lashed together lying off certain wharves, his shining eyes darted a hungry look. After a darkening hour or so, suddenly the rudder-lines tightened in his hold, and he steered hard towards the Surrey shore. Always watching his face, the girl instantly answered to the action in her sculling; presently the boat swung round, quivered as from a sudden jerk, and the upper half of the man was stretched out over the stern.

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