A las tres de la madrugada comenzaron a llegar los pri-meros carros de la sierra al fielato de los Cuatro Caminos.? Habían salido a las nueve de Colmenar, con cargamento de cántaros de leche, rodando toda la noche bajo una lluvia glacial que parecía el último adiós del invierno. Los carret-eros deseaban llegar a Madrid antes que rompiese el día, pa-ra ser los primeros en el aforo. Alineábanse los vehículos, y las bestias recibían inmóviles la lluvia, que goteaba por sus orejas, su cola y los extremos de los arneses. Los conduc-tores refugiábanse en una tabernilla cercana, la única puerta abierta en todo el barrio de los Cuatro Caminos, y aspiraban en su enrarecido ambiente las respiraciones de los parroqui-anos de la noche anterior. Se quitaban la boina para sacu-dirla el agua, dejaban en el suelo el barro de sus zapatones claveteados, y sorbiéndose una taza de café con toques de aguardiente, discutían con la tabernera la comida que había de prepararles para las once, cuando emprendiesen el re-greso al pueblo.? En el abrevadero cercano al fielato, varias carre-tas cargadas de troncos aguardaban la llegada del día para entrar en la población. Los boyeros, envueltos en sus man-tas, dormían bajo aquéllas, y los bueyes, desuncidos, con el vientre en el suelo y las patas encogidas, rumiaban ante los serones de pasto seco.? Comenzó a despertar la vida en los Cuatro Caminos. Chirriaron varias puertas, marcando al abrirse grandes cuad-ros de luz rojiza en el barro de la carretera. Una churrería exhaló el punzante hedor del aceite frito. En las tabernas, los mozos, so?olientos, alineaban en una mesa, junto a la entra-da, la batería del envenenamiento matinal: frascos cuadra-dos de aguardiente con hierbas y cachos de limón.?Presentábanse los primeros madrugadores temblando de frío, y luego de apurar la copa de alcohol o el café de ?a per-ra chica?, continuaban su marcha hacia Madrid a la luz mac-ilenta de los reverberos de gas. Acababa de abrirse el fielato y los carreteros se agolpaban en torno de la báscula. Los cántaros de esta?o brillaban en largas filas bajo el sombraje de la entrada. Discutían a gritos por el turno.? —?Quién da la vez?—preguntaba al presentarse un nuevo carretero.?Y al responderle el que había llegado momentos antes, colocaba sus cántaros junto a los de éste, con el propósito de repeler a trallazos cualquiera intrusión en el turno. ? AUTOR: Vicente Blasco Ibanez nacio el 29 de enero de 1867 en Valencia (Espana). Era hijo de Ramona Ibanez y del comerciante Gaspar Blanco. Estudio Derecho en la Universidad de Valencia. Participo en la politica uniendose al Partido Republicano". En 1894 fundo el periodico El pueblo. En el ano 1896, fue detenido y condenado a varios meses de prision. En 1889 contrajo matrimonio con Maria Blasco del Cacho, hija del magistrado Rafael Blasco y Moreno. Cuando subio al poder Canovas del Castillo, el escritor se exilio brevemente en la ciudad de Paris. Fue un autor vinculado en muchos aspectos al naturalismo frances. Por otra parte, la explicita intencion politicosocial de algunas de las novelas de Blasco Ibanez, aunada al escaso bagaje intelectual del autor, lo mantuvo alejado de los representantes de la Generacion del 98. Murio el 28 de enero de 1928 en Menton (Francia)a los 60 anos. Entre sus titulos destacan: "Arroz y Tartana" (1894), "La Barraca" (1898), "Entre Naranjos (1900), "Canas y Barro" (1902), "La Horda" (1905), "Sangre y Arena" (1908) o "Los Cuatro Jinetes Del Apocalipsis" (1916).

THAT going to the seaside was the very beginning of everything—only it seemed as though it were going to be a beginning without an end, like the roads on the Sussex downs which look like roads and then look like paths, and then turn into sheep tracks, and then are just grass and furze bushes and tottergrass and harebells and rabbits and chalk. The children had been counting the days to The Day. Bernard indeed had made a calendar on a piece of cardboard that had once been the bottom of the box in which his new white sandshoes came home. He marked the divisions of the weeks quite neatly in red ink, and the days were numbered in blue ink, and every day he crossed off one of those numbers with a piece of green chalk he happened to have left out of a penny box. Mavis had washed and ironed all the dolls’ clothes at least a fortnight before The Day. This was thoughtful and farsighted of her, of course, but it was a little trying to Kathleen, who was much younger and who would have preferred to go on playing with her dolls in their dirtier and more familiar state. “Well, if you do,” said Mavis, a little hot and cross from the ironing board, “I’ll never wash anything for you again, not even your face.” * * * When four siblings journey to the seashore for a holiday, one of them unwittingly summons the sister ofa mermaid who is captured by a circus, and the children set out to save the imprisoned being. After a daring midnight rescue, the children's reward is an incredible journey beneath the waves and into the hidden kingdom of the mermaids. But they soon find themselves in a race against time as they struggle to prevent a war and save their new underwater companions! Here is a triumphant tale by one of the finest storytellers to ever write for children, and a pioneer of fantasy literature for this age group.

Jim Powell was a Jelly-bean. Much as I desire to make him an appealing character, I feel that it would be unscrupulous to deceive you on that point. He was a bred-in-the-bone, dyed-in-the-wool, ninety-nine three-quarters per cent Jelly-bean and he grew lazily all during Jelly-bean season, which is every season, down in the land of the Jelly-beans well below the Mason-Dixon line.Now if you call a Memphis man a Jelly-bean he will quite possibly pull a long sinewy rope from his hip pocket and hang you to a convenient telegraph-pole. If you Call a New Orleans man a Jelly-bean he will probably grin and ask you who is taking your girl to the Mardi Gras ball. The particular Jelly-bean patch which produced the protagonist of this history lies somewhere between the two—a little city of forty thousand that has dozed sleepily for forty thousand years in southern Georgia occasionally stirring in its slumbers and muttering something about a war that took place sometime, somewhere, and that everyone else has forgotten long ago.

THERE are numerous time-honored stories which have become so incorporated into the literature and thought of our race that a knowledge of them is an indispensable part of one's education. These stories are of several different classes. To one class belong the popular fairy tales which have delighted untold generations of children, and will continue to delight them to the end of time. To another class belong the limited number of fables that have come down to us through many channels frorn hoar antiquity. To a third belong the charming stories of olden times that are derived from the literatures of ancient peoples, such as the Greeks and the Hebrews. A fourth class includes the half-legendary tales of a distinctly later origin, which have for their subjects certain romantic episodes in the lives of well-known heroes and famous men, or in the history of a people.??It is to this last class that most of the fifty stories contained in the present volume belong. As a matter of course, some of these stories are better known, and therefore more famous, than others. Some have a slight historical value; some are useful as giving point to certain great moral truths; others are products solely of the fancy, and are intended only to amuse. Some are derived from very ancient sources, and are current in the literature of many lands; some have come to us through the ballads and folk tales of the English people.

Bir ?air ??retmenin ilk g?rev yeri olan Tunceli’de Do?u-Bat?, Alevi-Sünni de?erlendirmesini yaparken, uzun k?? aylar?nda insan?n i?ini ?s?tan s?cak insan ?ykülerini, a?klar?n?, mistizmle yo?rulmu? bu topraklar?n masal ile ger?e?in i? i?e ge?ti?i olaylar?, ?iddetin bitmesini istemeyen karanl?k odaklarla Ye?il’in ili?kisini ve da? ba??nda bir ??retmene yapt?klar?n? bir kamera tekni?i ile 1988-93 D?nemini anlatan bir an? romand?r Kar Ayd?nl???. ? S?cak bir somundu gen?li?im Eve gelene kadar bitirdi?im Halil Erdem ? 1 ?A?a?lar?n diplerine renkler ü?ü?üyordu. Ayvalar m?s?r ko?anlar? gibi duvarlara, direklere sar?s?yla as?lm??t?. Ba? bah?e, ev elek güz kokuyordu. Okul ??k??lar?nda bah?emize girip ekme?ime kat?k etti?im ye?il so?an?n g?bek zar?na parmak u?lar?m? dayay?p üfleyerek ??kard???m sesler, ku? olup u?uyordu. Evin koltu?unda duran as?rl?k ceviz a?ac?na ??k?p arkada?lar?ma ba?aklama ceviz atarken, aya??m?n kay?p tek elimle sallan?p kal???m? g?ren arkada??m?n anas?, beni kurtarmak yerine, gizlice seyrederken, bah?enin ortas?nda m?s?r soyan annemin ceviz yapraklar?n?n aras?nda elbisemdeki alaca renklerin son ??rp?n??lar?n? g?rünce, yal?nayak ko?arak ?mür boyunca hi? ??kamad??? daldan beni alarak dü?üp ?lmekten kurtard???nda, babam a?a??da bekleyip dayakla ilk ve son hayat dersini vermi?ti bana.? O y?larda yoksulluktan giydirdi?i k?rm?z? puantiyeli k?zlara uygun elbisemin renklerini ye?il yapraklar aras?nda annemin fark etmesine bor?luydum ya?am?m?. ?yi ki annem o?lan k?z ay?rt etmemi?, k?rm?z?lar giydirmi?ti bana. Ye?il yapraklar?n aras?nda k?rm?z? kiremitli bir evimiz vard?. Ben o k?rm?z?da do?mu?tum. Ve o k?rm?z? benim varl?k nedenimdi. En ?ok k?rm?z?y? seviyorum ben. ? Yetmi?li y?llar?n sonuna do?ru ?ok kitap okuyup s?k ???k oldu?umuz, h?zla de?i?en dü?üncelerimizle dünyay? de?i?tirmeyi ama?lad???m?z zamanlarda tatil i?in vard???m annemin, babam?n ya?ad??? ?ift?i evinin ah?ap direklerine as?lm?? ?an, boyunduruk kay???, eyef, kara saban demiri, urgan, kalbur elek gibi bütün alet ve e?yalar?n rastgele da??n?k duru?lar?n?n i?imde yaratt??? huzursuzluktan kilere tek tek ta??r, evi bir k?z gibi siler süpürür, tertip düzen vermeye ?al???rd?m. Bir dahaki tatil d?nü?ünde o a?a?? indirdi?im e?yalar?n tek tek ??kar?l?p yerlerine kondu?unu g?rünce, ?fkelenip yine geri getirilece?ini bildi?im halde tekrar a?a?? indirdi?im o e?yalarla asl?nda babam?n hayat?m?zdan g??ebe ?mrüyle nas?l ??k?p gitti?ini dü?ündüm. ?Elma kaklar?n?n kokusunu takip edip depodan i?eri girdi?imde annem, kesti?i elma dilimini di?siz a?z?na b??akla g?türüp ?i?nemeye ba?lad?. Pazara g?türsek ederinin yar?s? nakliyeye gidece?inden elmalar?n ?o?unu ho?afl?k kak yap?yordu annem. Geri kalan?n? da ?ürüyene kadar konu kom?u bola d?ke yiyorduk; kom?u hakk?, g?z hakk?yd? bah?emiz. HAL?L ERDEM ?1961 Dirmil-Burdur do?umlu. Gazi ?niversitesi E?itim Fakültesi S?n?f ??retmenli?ini bitirdi. Türk?e B?lümünde lisans tamamlad?. Kar Ayd?nl????????????? (Roman)?????? Fam Yay?nlar? 2014 Dirmil ?mürcüsü?? (Roman)?????? Fam Yay?nlar?2006- 2014 Goca Meryem??????? (Roman)?????? Fam Yay?nlar? 2014 Tokat????????????????????? (?ocuk Roman?) Kendi Yay?n? 2013 Teke Y?resi Halk ?nan?lar? (Ara?t?rma - inceleme) Kendi Yay?n? 2008 Karacao?lan Gelene?inde Dirmil Güzellemeleri ve ?yküler (Ara?t?rma inceleme) 2011 Alter Yay. Gece Mavisinde A?k????? (?iir)?????? Kendi Yay?n? 1998 Ve Al???ld? ?lüme? (?iir )????? Temmuz Yay?nlar? 1990 Kardan Adam???????? (?ocuk ?iirleri) Kendi Yay?n? 1998 I??k Avc?lar????????????? (?ocuk ?iirleri) Kendi Yay?n?) 2013 ??pten ??rendi?im Hayat?? ?ocuk Kitab?????????????? 2015 G?l Hikayeleri?????????? (?ykü)???????????????????????????????????? 2015 ?iir ve yaz?lar?n? Bah?e, Mavi Umut, Bahar, ?al?, ??retmen Dünyas?, Dirmil, Noktam, Bezuvar, süje, Kar dergilerinde yay?nlad?. Beykonak E?itim ve Kültür Vakf? Yirce ?iir Yar??mas?nda. Ne-Var Yok ?iiriyle Birincilik ald?.(2004) Resim ?al??malar?n? da yürüten Halil ERDEM 3 ki?isel, 25 karma resim sergi etkinli?inde bulundu.

This don't pretend to be "Literature."??This is just a tale for red-blooded folks who want a story and not just a lot of "psychological" stuff or "analysis."??Boy, you'll love it! Read it here, see it in the movies, play it on the phonograph, run it through the sewing-machine.??* * *??It was night in the mountains of Kentucky. Wild hills rose on all sides. Swift mountain streams flowed rapidly up and down the mountains.?Jemima Tantrum was down at the stream, brewing whiskey at the family still.??She was a typical mountain girl.

He contado en el prologo de mi libro En el pais del Arte (Tres meses en Italia) como a mediados de 1895 tuve que huir de Valencia, despues de una manifestacion contra la guerra colonial, que degenero en movimiento sedicioso, dando origen a un choque de los manifestantes con la fuerza publica.??Perseguido por la autoridad militar como presunto autor de este suceso, vivi escondido algunos dias, cambiando varias veces de refugio, mientras mis amigos me preparaban el embarque secreto en un vapor que iba a zarpar para Italia.??Uno de mis alojamientos fue en los altos de un despacho de vinos situado cerca del puerto, propiedad de un joven republicano, que vivia con su madre. Durante cuatro dias permaneci metido en un entresuelo de techo bajo, sin poder asomarme a las ventanas que daban a la calle, por ser esta de gran transito y andar la policia y la Guardia civil buscan-dome en la ciudad y sus alrededores.??Obligado a permanecer en una habitacion interior, completamente solo, lei todos los libros que poseia el tabernero, los cuales no eran muchos ni dignos de interes. Luego, para distraerme, quise escri bir, y tuve que emplear los escasos medios que el dueno de la casa pudo poner a mi disposicion: ??una botellita de tinta violeta a guisa de tintero, un portapluma rojo, como los que se usan en las escuelas, y tres cuadernillos de papel de cartas rayado de azul... AUTOR: Vicente Blasco Ibanez nacio el 29 de enero de 1867 en Valencia (Espana). Era hijo de Ramona Ibanez y del comerciante Gaspar Blanco. Estudio Derecho en la Universidad de Valencia. Participo en la politica uniendose al Partido Republicano". En 1894 fundo el periodico El pueblo. En el ano 1896, fue detenido y condenado a varios meses de prision. En 1889 contrajo matrimonio con Maria Blasco del Cacho, hija del magistrado Rafael Blasco y Moreno. Cuando subio al poder Canovas del Castillo, el escritor se exilio brevemente en la ciudad de Paris. Fue un autor vinculado en muchos aspectos al naturalismo frances. Por otra parte, la explicita intencion politicosocial de algunas de las novelas de Blasco Ibanez, aunada al escaso bagaje intelectual del autor, lo mantuvo alejado de los representantes de la Generacion del 98. Murio el 28 de enero de 1928 en Menton (Francia)a los 60 anos. Entre sus titulos destacan:"Arroz y Tartana" (1894), "La Barraca" (1898), "Entre Naranjos (1900), "Canas y Barro" (1902), "La Horda" (1905), "Sangre y Arena" (1908) o "Los Cuatro Jinetes Del Apocalipsis" (1916).

This is a copious and judicious selection from Chaucer’s Tales, with full notes on the history, manners, customs, and language of the fourteenth century, with marginal glossary and a literal poetical version in modern English in parallel columns with the original poetry. Six of the Canterbury Tales are thus presented, in sections of from 10 to 200 lines, mingled with prose narrative. ‘Chaucer for Schools’ is issued to meet a widely-expressed want, and is especially adapted for class instruction. It may be profitably studied in connection with the maps and illustrations of ‘Chaucer for Children.’??‘We hail with pleasure the appearance of Mrs. Haweis’s “Chaucer for Schools.” Her account of “Chaucer the Tale-teller” is certainly the pleasantest, chattiest, and at the same time one of the soundest descriptions of the old master, his life and works and general surroundings, that have ever been written. The chapter cannot be too highly praised.’ —Academy.??‘The authoress is in such felicitous harmony with her task, that the young student, who in this way first makes acquaintance with Chaucer, may well through life ever after associate Mrs. Haweis with the rare productions of the father of English poetry.’ —School-Board Chronicle.??‘Unmistakably presents the best means yet provided of introducing young pupils to the study of our first great poet.’ —Scotsman.??‘In her “Chaucer for Schools” Mrs. Haweis has prepared a great assistance for boys and girls who have to make the acquaintance of the poet. Even grown people, who like their reading made easy for them, will find the book a pleasant companion.’ —Guardian.??‘The subject has been dealt with in such a full and comprehensive way, that the book must be commended to everyone whose study of early English poetry has been neglected.’ —Daily Chronicle.??‘We venture to think that this happy idea will attract to the study of Chaucer not a few children of a larger growth, who have found Chaucer to be very hard reading, even with the help of a glossary and copious notes. Mrs. Haweis’s book displays throughout most excellent and patient workmanship, and it cannot fail to induce many to make themselves more fully acquainted with the writings of the father of English literature.’ —Echo.??‘The book is a mine of poetic beauty and most scholarly explanation, which deserves a place on the shelves of every school library.’—School Newspaper.??‘For those who have yet to make the acquaintance of the sweet and quaint singer, there could not well be a better book than this. Mrs. Haweis is, of course, an enthusiast, and her enthusiasm is contagious. Her volume ought to be included in all lists of school books—at least, in schools where boys and girls are supposed to be laying the foundations of a liberal education.’—Literary World.?‘Mrs. Haweis has, by her “Chaucer for Schools,” rendered invaluable assistance to those who are anxious to promote the study of English literature in our higher and middle-grade schools.... ?Although this edition of Chaucer has been expressly prepared for school use, it will be of great service to many adult readers.’?—School Guardian.??CHATTO & WINDUS, PICCADILLY, W.

Pero es mas conocido por sus Fabulas literarias (1782), editadas como la ?primera coleccion de fabulas enteramente originales? en cuyo prologo reivindica ser el primer espanol en introducir el genero, lo cual motivo una larga contienda con el que habia sido amigo desde largo tiempo, Felix Maria Samaniego, ya que este ultimo habia publicado su coleccion de fabulas en 1781, hecho de sobra conocido por Iriarte.??Iriarte fue sobre todo el prototipo del cortesano dieciochesco, elegante, culto, cosmopolita y buen conversador; hizo en Madrid una intensa vida literaria y social. Fue uno de los mas asiduos a la tertulia de la fonda de San Sebastian, amigo de Nicolas Fernandez de Moratin y, sobre todo, de Jose Cadalso. Con este ultimo mantuvo una larga correspondencia.. ? AUTOR: ? Tomas de Iriarte y Nieves Ravelo (1750 - Madrid, 1791), poeta espanol de la Ilustracion y el Neoclasicismo y tambien musico aficionado, hermano de los diplomaticos Bernardo de Iriarte y Domingo de Iriarte y sobrino del humanista, bibliografo y poeta Juan de Iriarte.Estudio bajo su direccion las lenguas griega y francesa y siendo ya conocedor del latin y estudioso de la literatura castellana, sucedio a su tio en su puesto de oficial traductor de la primera Secretaria de Estado, tras la muerte de este, en 1771. A partir de ese ano hasta 1774 fueron, para Iriarte, los mas fatigosos de su vida, pues ademas de las tareas de su empleo, el arreglo de la biblioteca y papeles de su tio, la traduccion o composicion de los numerosos dramas que escribio, la traduccion de aquellos apendices y otras obritas (la mayor parte poeticas) que escribia por gusto propio, como fue un poemita latino y castellano que imprimio con ocasion del nacimiento del infante don Carlos III, en 1777, cuido de las tres ediciones de la Gramatica de su tio, que reconocio muy atentamente y de la recopilacion y publicacion de los dos tomos de obras sueltas de aquel literato, traduciendo muchos de los epigramas que alli se insertan, alguno de los poemas latinos y otros varios ensayo

LUIS AGUIRRE had been living in Gibraltar for about a month. He had arrived with the intention of sailing at once upon a vessel bound for Oceanica, where he was to assume his post as a consul to Australia. It was the first important voyage of his diplomatic career. Up to that time he had served in Madrid, in the offices of the Ministry, or in various consulates of southern France, elegant summery places where for half the year life was a continuous holiday. ??THE SON of a family that had been dedicated to diplomacy by tradition, he enjoyed the protection of influential persons. His parents were dead, but he was helped by his relatives and the prestige of a name that for a century had figured in the archives of the nation. Consul at the age of twenty-five, he was about to set sail with the illusions of a student who goes out into the world for the first time, feeling that all previous trips have been insignificant. ? AUTOR: Vicente Blasco Ibanez nacio el 29 de enero de 1867 en Valencia (Espana). Era hijo de Ramona Ibanez y del comerciante Gaspar Blanco. Estudio Derecho en la Universidad de Valencia. Participo en la politica uniendose al Partido Republicano". En 1894 fundo el periodico El pueblo. En el ano 1896, fue detenido y condenado a varios meses de prision. En 1889 contrajo matrimonio con Maria Blasco del Cacho, hija del magistrado Rafael Blasco y Moreno. Cuando subio al poder Canovas del Castillo, el escritor se exilio brevemente en la ciudad de Paris. Fue un autor vinculado en muchos aspectos al naturalismo frances. Por otra parte, la explicita intencion politicosocial de algunas de las novelas de Blasco Ibanez, aunada al escaso bagaje intelectual del autor, lo mantuvo alejado de los representantes de la Generacion del 98. Murio el 28 de enero de 1928 en Menton (Francia)a los 60 anos. Entre sus titulos destacan: "Arroz y Tartana" (1894), "La Barraca" (1898), "Entre Naranjos (1900), "Canas y Barro" (1902), "La Horda" (1905), "Sangre y Arena" (1908) o "Los Cuatro Jinetes Del Apocalipsis" (1916).

PART I IN NORWAY The Baby The Tooth Thrall Olaf's Farm Olaf's Fight With Havard Foes'-fear Harald is King Harald's Battle Gyda's Saucy Message The Sea Fight King Harald's Wedding King Harald Goes West-Over-Seas PART II WEST-OVER-SEAS Homes in Iceland Eric the Red Leif and His New Land Wineland the Good Iceland is a little country far north in the cold sea. Men found it and went there to live more than a thousand years ago. During the warm season they used to fish and make fish-oil and hunt sea-birds and gather feathers and tend their sheep and make hay. But the winters were long and dark and cold. Men and women and children stayed in the house and carded and spun and wove and knit. A whole family sat for hours around the fire in the middle of the room. That fire gave the only light. Shadows flitted in the dark corners. Smoke curled along the high beams in the ceiling. The children sat on the dirt floor close by the fire. The grown people were on a long narrow bench that they had pulled up to the light and warmth. Everybody's hands were busy with wool. The work left their minds free to think and their lips to talk. What was there to talk about?

Jaime Febrer arose at nine o'clock. Old Antonia, the faithful servant who cherished the memory of the past glories of the family, and who had attended upon Jaime from the day of his birth, had been bustling about the room since eight o'clock in the hope of awakening him. As the light filtering through the transom of a broad window seemed too dim, she flung open the worm-eaten blinds. Then she raised the gold-fringed, red, damask drapery which hung like an awning over the ample couch, the ancient, lordly, and majestic couch in which many generations of Febrers had been born and in which they had died.The night before, on returning from the Casino, Jaime had charged her most earnestly to arouse him early, as he was invited to breakfast at Valldemosa. Time to get up! It was the finest of spring mornings; in the garden birds were singing in the flowery branches swayed by the breeze that blew over the wall from the sea.The old servant, seeing that her master had at last decided to get out of bed, retreated to the kitchen. Jaime Febrer strolled about the room before the open window almost nude. There was no danger of his being seen. The dwelling opposite was an old palace like his own, a great house with few win-dows. From his room he could see a wall of indefinite color, with deep scars, and faint traces of ancient frescoes. It was so near, the street being extremely narrow, that it seemed as if he might touch it with his hand.

This is a Pussy called Miss Moppet, she thinks she has heard a mouse!??This is the Mouse peeping out behind the cupboard, and making fun of Miss Moppet. He is not afraid of a kitten.??This is Miss Moppet jumping just too late; she misses the Mouse and hits her own head.??She thinks it is a very hard cupboard!??The Mouse watches Miss Moppet from the top of the cupboard.??Miss Moppet ties up her head in a duster, and sits before the fire.??The Mouse thinks she is looking very ill. ?He comes sliding down the bell-pull.??Miss Moppet looks worse and worse. The Mouse comes a little nearer.??Miss Moppet holds her poor head in her paws, and looks at him through a hole in the duster. The Mouse comes very close.??And then all of a sudden—Miss Moppet jumps upon the Mouse!!

In preparing this brief account of the chief incidents in Our Lord's Life, the writer has endeavoured to keep as close as possible to the sacred text; its divine simplicity being far preferable to any other style of writing the story. The easiest words and those most familiar to children have generally been used and every effort has been made to adapt the volume to the intelligence of the young with the view of instilling into their minds the love of our Saviour for mankind as shown in the beautiful story of His life. ? KING DAVID. In ages past God made the world: the earth, the sea, the hills, the streams, the trees; the fish, birds and beasts; last of all He made Adam, the first man, and Eve his wife, and they lived in the Garden of Eden. They were quite good at first, but tempted by Satan they ate the fruit of a tree God told them not to eat, and that brought sin into the world; they could not live for ever now, they must die; but that their souls might go to heaven, God's own Son said He would come down on earth and die to save them. God said His Son should be born of Abraham's nation, and should be one of the sons of the line of King David, who sang the sweet psalms in praise of God. Abraham was a good man, so good that God called him His friend; and from him came the people called Jews. David was one of their kings. God always keeps His word, but He makes men wait till it is His time to do as He says; and it was a long, long time after Abraham and David that our Lord came to live among men. At last God sent His angel Gabriel to a young maiden, named Mary, who lived at a town called Nazareth, to tell her that God loved her, and that she should have God's Son for her own son. Our Lord would be her little babe. When Mary saw the angel she was at first afraid, but he said to her, "Fear not, Mary," and he told her that she must call the child's name Jesus—that means Saviour—for He would save the people from their sins. Then Mary must have been glad. She said, "I am God's servant; may His will be done." Mary was to be the wife of her cousin Joseph—they were both of David's family—so the angel went and told him too, that Mary should have God's Son for her own, and that he must call the child Jesus.

“Un thriller la fel de alert precum?Fata din tren??i?Fata disp?rut?. Vocea lui Flynn Berry este foarte puternic?.” -?The New York Times Book ReviewFinalist Edgar Award pentru cel mai bun roman de debutInclus pe listele 10 Best MysteryBooks and Thrillers of the Year (The Washington Post) ?i Best New Mysteries (The Wall Street Journal)C?nd Nora se duce s?-?i viziteze sora, tr?ie?te cel mai cumplit co?mar: Rachel a fost ucis? cu brutalitate.??ngrozit? ?i dezorientat?, Nora ??i d? seama c? nu mai poate reveni la via?a ei. Nu are ?ncredere c? poli?ia ?l va g?si pe uciga?ul surorii sale, a?a c? ?ncepe o investiga?ie pe cont propriu. Dar pe m?sur? ce frica pe care o simte se transform? ?n obsesie, ?i ea devine o alt? persoan?, descoperind totodat? o serie de secrete despre sora ei pe care nu ?i le-ar fi imaginat niciodat?.Un senza?ional thriller psihologic. O analiz? p?trunz?toare a iubirii feroce dintre dou? surori, a formelor pe care le ia suferin?a ?i a puterii teribile a trecutului.Sora pierdut??marcheaz? debutul unei scriitoare extraordinare.?“Flynn Berry scrie despre femei, violen?? ?i memorie ?ntr-un stil care aminte?te de romanele Paulei Hawkins. O poveste spus? cu aten?ie la detalii ?i din care r?zbate o disperare mut?.” -?USA Today“Sora pierdut??are atmosfera unui film de Hitchcock… Un thriller psihologic imprevizibil, care exploreaz? amestecul complicat de iubire ?i resentimente pe care ?l presupune rela?ia dintre dou? surori.” –?Booklist “Ceea ce m-a f?cut s? nu las cartea din m?n? nu a fost intriga, de?i e plin? de suspans ?i foarte bine construit?. Ci a fost scriitura perfect? a lui Flynn Berry. E o povestitoare genial?.” –?Jill Alexander Essbaum, autoarea romanului Casnica“Obsesie ?i amintire, furie ?i regret – despre toate acestea vorbe?te romanul de debut al lui Flynn Berry.” -?Library Journal

* THE CARAVAN?* THE HISTORY OF THE SPECTRE SHIP?* THE STORY OF THE HEWN OFF HAND?* FATIMA’A DELIVERANCE?* THE LITTLE MUCK?* THE FALSE PRINCE??And Other Old Stories..??THE CARAVAN.??INTRODUCTION.?IN a beautiful distant kingdom, of which there is a saying, that the sun on its everlasting green gardens never goes down, ruled, from the beginning of time even to the present day, Queen Phantasie. With full hands, she used to distribute for many hundred years, the abundance of her blessings among her subjects, and was beloved and respected by all who knew her. The heart of the Queen, however, was too great to allow her to stop at her own land with her charities; she herself, in the royal attire of her everlasting youth and beauty, descended upon the earth; for she had heard that there men lived, who passed their lives in sorrowful seriousness, in the midst of care and toil. Unto these she had sent the finest gifts out of her kingdom, and ever since the beauteous Queen came through the fields of earth, men were merry at their labor, and happy in their seriousness.?Her children, moreover, not less fair and lovely than their royal mother, she had sent forth to bring happiness to men. One day M?rchen[A], the eldest daughter of the Queen, came back in haste from the earth. The mother observed that M?rchen was sorrowful; yes, at times it would seem to her as if her eyes would be consumed by weeping.?“What is the matter with thee, beloved M?rchen?” said the Queen to her. “Ever since thy journey, thou art so sorrowful and dejected; wilt thou not confide to thy mother what ails thee?”?“Ah! dear mother,” answered M?rchen, “I would have kept silence, had I not known that my sorrow is thine also.”?“Speak, my daughter!” entreated the fair Queen. “Grief is a stone, which presses down him who bears it alone, but two draw it lightly out of the way.”

O incursiune ?n lumea ?ntunecat? a societ??ilor secrete Condamnat c?ndva pe nedrept, Fergus O’Breane a pierdut totul: p?rin?i, logodnic? ?i prieteni. O ?ntors?tur? fericit? a sor?ii ?l ajut? s? se ?ntoarc? ?n Anglia bogat, puternic, admirat ?i cu alia?i lipsi?i de scrupule. Comploturi, r?piri, t?lh?rii, asasinate – fostul pu?c?ria? devenit marchiz pare ?n stare de orice pentru a se r?zbuna. Deportat ?n Australia ?n urma unui proces ?ntemeiat pe m?rturii mincinoase, Fergus ?ncepe, ?mpreun? cu cei mai temu?i r?uf?c?tori, s? pun? bazele unei uria?e opera?iuni destinate s? conduc? la pr?bu?irea inamicului s?u de moarte, Anglia, ?i la eliberarea Irlandei. Dar inteligen?a, determinarea ?i carisma fostului condamnat nu sunt suficiente pentru a-l ajuta s?-?i ating? scopul, iar tr?darea vine de la cine se a?tepta cel mai pu?in...

A brand new sixpence fresh from the Mint! How it sparkled and glittered in the dancing sunlight! Such a treasure for a small girl to possess! But then, on the other hand, what a heavy responsibility!??All day long it had been burning a hole in her pocket, and as for learning lessons, not an idea would enter her head. Everything went in at one ear and out of the other, as Miss Primmer sternly remarked when Nellie could not say her poetry. But, indeed, Nellie did try hard to learn her lessons; she squeezed her eyes together as tightly as possible, though how shutting her eyes was to prevent the lessons from coming out of her ears was not very clear. ??"But I must learn them now," she sighed, "or Miss Primmer will keep me in tomorrow, and I shan't be able to go out with Nursie and Reggie to spend my sixpence. Oh dear! I wish I could learn my poetry and keep it in, I guess I'd better get a bit of cotton wool to put in my ears and then it can't come out. There, now!

C?nd se treze?te ?n cartierul general al C?ut?torilor, du?manii ei dintotdeauna, Calla Tor este sigur? c? zilele ?i sunt num?rate. Dar C?ut?torii ?i fac o ofert? care ?i d? ?ansa de a-?i distruge fo?tii st?p?ni ?i de a-?i salva haita ?i partenerul, pe care a fost nevoit? s?-i abandoneze. Merit? oare Ren pre?ul libert??ii ei? ?i va r?m?ne Shay al?turi, orice s-ar ?nt?mpla? Lu?ndu-?i soarta ?n propriile m?ini, Calla trebuie s? ?nve?e ce b?t?lii merit? purtate ?i prin c?te ?ncerc?ri poate trece adev?rata dragoste f?r? s? se sting?.Merit? oare dragostea sacrificiul suprem? R?spunsul ?l vei g?si ?n ultima parte a trilogiei.?O poveste tulbur?toare, plin? de ac?iune, de suspans ?i, evident, de dragoste… ??i vei dori mai mult!“ – Romantic Times Book Reviews?O saga fantasy construit? inteligent, care te ?ine cu sufletul la gur?.“ – The Associated Press?Sexy ?i palpitant?.“ – Becca Fitzpatrick

Devenit p?rinte, Karl Ove Knausg?rd se reg?se?te ?n fa?a propriului eu, un pu?ti sensibil, care cre?te ?n umbra unui frate sociabil, a unei mame adesea absente ?i a unui tat? cu accese de m?nie imprevizibile. Maturizarea lent? a sentimentelor, flirturile nelini?tite, pasiunea pentru rock compun cu o onestitate dureroas? romanul unui adolescent hipersensibil. O c?l?torie afectiv? de o fidelitate absolut?, o explorare proustian? a propriului trecut, o poveste deopotriv? intim? ?i universal?, care pune problema capacit??ii literaturii de a descrie via?a, doar via?a, ?n toate aspectele ei.?...extrem de sincer, Knausg?rd... vrea s? ne introduc? ?n cotidianul vie?ii, care este uneori vizionar, alteori banal, alteori profund semnificativ, dar, prin for?a lucrurilor, absolut obi?nuit, pentru c? ni se ?nt?mpl? pe tot parcursul vie?ii ?i tuturor...“ – The New Yorker?O reu?it? rar?. Nici un scriitor din genera?ia sa nu egaleaz? combina?ia lui Karl Ove Knausg?rd de talent, stil, spirit de observa?ie ?i originalitate...“ – Dagens N?ringsliv?Dur ?i plin de for?? precum granitul. Mai real dec?t realitatea.“ – La Repubblica

Proiecte de c?s?torie menite s? cimenteze vechi alian?e; jocuri la burs? riscante ?i amenin?area cu falimentul unui personaj bine v?zut ?n cercurile financiare; dezv?luirea unui infanticid pe care protagoni?tii ?l credeau definitiv uitat; apari?ia ?n scen? a unui t?n?r nobil foarte bogat, dar cu ciudate sc?p?ri ?n ce prive?te manierele. Contele de Monte-Cristo este implicat ?n toate aceste evenimente, ac?ion?nd conform planului s?u bine pus la punct. Oare ?tie ?i cine este asasinul care folose?te cu at?ta ?ndem?nare otrava, sem?n?nd moartea chiar ?n familia unui om al legii?