How he put his fist through the oak-panel of the game-room door; how, when Long Merridew was carrying the ball, he caught up Merridew, ball and all, and ran swiftly past every opponent to the goal. It did not seem fit to us that such a one as he should trouble his head about spondees and dactyls, or care to know who signed Magna Charta. When he said in open class that King Alfred was the man, we little boys all felt that very likely it was so, and that perhaps Jim knew more about it than the man who wrote the book. Well, it was this business of the burglar that drew his attention to me; for he patted me on my head, and said that I was a spunky little devil, which blew me out with pride for a week on end. For two years we were close friends, for all the gap that the years had made between us, and though in passion or in want of thought he did many a thing that galled me, yet I loved him like a brother, and wept as much as would have filled an ink bottle when at last he went off to Edinburgh to study his father's profession. Five years after that did I bide at Birtwhistle's, and when I left I had become cock myself, for I was as wiry and as tough as whalebone, though I never ran to weight and sinew like my great predecessor. It was in Jubilee Year that I left Birtwhistle's, and then for three years I stayed at home learning the ways of the cattle; but still the ships and the armies were wrestling, and still the great shadow of Bonaparte lay across the country. How could I guess that I too should have a hand in lifting that shadow forever from our people?

Borbély Szilárd új prózak?tete tematikusan is kapcsolódik a Halotti pompa lírai requiemjéhez. Itt is a k?nyv centrumában a 2000. év karácsony t?rtént brutális kett?s gyilkosság és a szül?k elvesztésének fájdalma áll. De immár a próza nyelvén és eszk?zeivel: a dokumentumok, rend?rségi jegyz?k?nyvek és a személyes emlékek megidézésével azért t?rténik az írói nyomozás, hogy valamiképpen megérthesse az anya meggyilkolásának tragédiáját, illetve a b?ntény lezáratlanságát, azaz a b?n?s?k szabadon engedését (Egy b?ntény mellékszálai).

Amúgy is knnyen ragadtatom magam e knyv kapcsán a mindig gyanús szuperlatívuszokra: mesterm. A regény nyelve és tárgya hibátlanul találkozott, csndes ragyogása van a szvegnek. Pontos és drámai korrajz, lélekrajz, emberrajz. Mit jelent a nincsben lenni, mit jelent a nincs agresszivitásában élni Mit jelent, amikor minden totális, kint is, bent is, a kiszolgáltatottság, a szorongás, az állam, az apa, minden totális. Mit jelent éhezni Mit jelent, amikor semminek sem lehet lenni, jónak se Amikor szeretni sem szabad. De azért mégis szeretünk. Elegáns és nyomasztó knyv. Bátor knyv, amely ismeri a félelmet. Mint a jó irodalom mindig, rólunk szól, éljünk bárhol is a világon.“ (Esterházy Péter)

Cunoa?te-te pe tine ?nsu?i Aceast? inscrip?ie reliefat? pe frontonul templului lui Apolo din Delfi a devenit principiul fundamental al filosofiei lui Socrate. Remarc?m de altfel c? majoritatea religiilor ?i ?nv???turilor antice ne ?ndeamn? c?tre aceea?i cunoa?tere fundamental?. ?Cunoa?te-te pe tine ?nsu?i!” s-a transformat ?ntr-o maxim? ?i un ?ndemn de urmat pentru majoritatea oamenilor, fiecare urm?ndu-?i propria cale. Ce ?nseamn? s? ne cunoa?tem? Ce suntem noi ?n realitate ?i ce este de (re)cunoscut referitor la fiin?a noastr?? Care este numitorul comun al tuturor ac?iunilor noastre? Care este aspira?ia l?untric? a fiec?ruia dintre noi, pentru ce facem tot ce facem ?i care este natura adev?ratei fericiri? Toat? c?utarea noastr? se rezum? la un lucru foarte simplu: g?sirea propriei identit??i. Poate fi adev?rata noastr? identitate o stare, o manifestare sau o experien??? Toate acestea sunt trec?toare, astfel c? dac? am fi fost una din ele, am fi disp?rut odat? cu ea. Nimic din ceea ce este supus schimb?rii, nimic din ceea ce apare ?i dispare nu poate constitui esen?a noastr?. Ceea ce suntem ?n realitate este permanent aici, percep?nd schimb?rile, apari?iile ?i dispari?iile experien?elor ?i a obiectelor din ele.

Egy csodálatos fantáziával és íráskészséggel megáldott fiatal n? került a budapesti Moravcsik-féle elmeklinikára. Akkor végezte ott éppen klinikai gyakorlatait dr. Brenner József fiatal orvos, Csáth Géza néven országos hír? novellista és zenekritikus. Rendkívül sokoldalú tehetség: zenél és zenét szerez, felfedez? érték? zenekritikát ír, ráérez a legújabb festészeti ízlésre, s útt?r?je a novellam?fajnak. Akármibe fog, mindig és mindenben megel?zi kora gondolkodását, ízlését, m?veltségét. ?gy van ez orvostudományi munkásságával is. A nagy tekintély?, de konzervatív iskolát képvisel? Moravcsik professzor égisze alatt a szakmában még igazán sehol el nem ismert freudi módszereket alkalmazza betege pszichés védelmi mechanizmusainak f?ltárásában, megismerésében. A korszak magyar tudományosságát a teljes nyitottság jellemezte az új t?rekvések iránt. Még a konzervatív Moravcsik és orvosgárdája is elt?rte, s?t segítette kezd? orvosa freudista kísérleteit. Egy zseniális adottságokkal rendelkez? elmebeteg, egy zseniális fiatal orvos és lélekbúvár író, valamint egy minden újra fogékony tudományos k?rnyezet szerencsés találkozása eredményeképpen született meg Az elmebetegségek pszichikus mechanizmusa.

Galántai Zsófi úgy érzi, célba ért. Sikeres a munkájában, és végre ?sszek?lt?zhet a szerelmével. Aztán j?n egy furcsa, szégyenteljes, mégis felejthetetlen éjszaka egy messzir?l j?tt idegennel, és Zsófi jól felépített élete ?sszeomlik. Mindent hátrahagyva elindul a mexikói után, aki titokzatos jeleket hagy számára szerte a világban... Szerelem? Kalandvágy? Zarándoklat? - vajon mi hajtja a magyar lányt egyre egzotikusabb tájak, egyre veszélyesebb kalandok, és ?nmaga számára is ismeretlen énje felé?? Mi ad t?bb muníciót a lelkünknek: ha bátran kilépünk a megszokott és talán unalmas életünkb?l, vállalva a kockázatot, hogy veszítünk - vagy ha vágyainkat elnyomva éljük mindennapjainkat? Merre vezet az utunk? Hol jobb: útk?zben vagy "célba érve"? Fej?s ?va bestsellere most új kiadásban kerülhet az olvasó kezébe. A mexikói krimibe ill? izgalmakat, igazi lélektani drámát és jó szórakozást ígér.

Un b?iat de ?ase ani care a impresionat-o pe ?mp?r?teasa Austriei cu geniul s?u muzical Un compozitor care a scris peste 600 de concerte, sonate, simfonii ?i opere ?n cei treizeci ?i cinci de ani c?t a tr?it Un muzician serios c?ruia ?i pl?cea s? spun? glume stupide Toate cele de mai sus! ? Afl? mai multe despre adev?ratul Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart ?n aceast? biografie amuzant? ?i minunat ilustrat?!

Un copil care a ?nv??at s? deseneze ?nainte s? ?nve?e s? vorbeasc?. Un iubitor de animale care avea un ?oricel, o broasc?-?estoas?, o maimu?? ?i o mul?ime de pisici ?i c?ini. Cel mai celebru artist al secolului al XX-lea. Toate cele de mai sus! Afl? mai multe despre adev?ratul Pablo Picasso ?n aceast? biografie amuzant? ?i minunat ilustrat?!

Rendhagyó útinapló egy egzotikus világról és a n?i lélekr?l Akkor kezdtem ábrándozni a ?sz?késr?l”, amikor gyerekkoromban beszereztem egy már akkor is ciki pálmafás-tengerpartos posztert a zsebpénzemb?l, és felragasztottam a gyerekszobám falára, nem zavartatva magam szüleim d?bbent pillantásától. Attól kezdve a téli estéken odaképzeltem magam a kókuszpálma alá, ahol h?ség van, és – bár akkor még nem jártam tengerparton – szinte hallottam a tenger zúgását, egészen elalvásig. Elérkezett az id?, hogy beváltsam a magamnak tett ígéretet, és teljesülj?n a gyerekkori álmom: néhány éve télen ?megsz?ktem” kedvenc városomba, Bangkokba, és k?rbeutaztam Délkelet-?zsiát. Találkozásokról, naplementékr?l, ázsiai mesékr?l és elképeszt? sorsokról, egzotikus nagyvárosi lüktetésr?l, lakatlan szigetekr?l és egy másfajta életszemléletr?l szól ez a k?nyv, amit egy thai pálma alatt kezdtem írni. ?t forró, napsütéses téli hónap alatt sokat tanultam, és szinte minden megváltozott bennem és k?rül?ttem: a sors akaratából megtanultam elengedni, sorsfordító d?ntéseket hoztam, szembenéztem ?nmagammal, az újságíróval, a n?vel, az emberrel, mint talán még soha azel?tt. Ez a k?nyv nem a képzelet szüleménye, de ahányszor beleolvasok, a képzeletemben újra utazom, újra ott vagyok azok k?z?tt az emberek k?z?tt, akikt?l meg lehet tanulni ?LNI. Csupa nagybet?vel. Fej?s ?va

Agatha Raisin lázasan tervezgeti karácsonyát, amelyet ezúttal igazi mesebeli ünnepként szeretne megülni. Titokban reménykedik volt férje, James Lacey felbukkanásában is. Várakozása közben különös levelet kap egy eldugott falu gazdag birtokosn?jét?l, aki arra gyanakszik, hogy a családjából valaki meg akarja ölni. Agatha boldogan hagyja ott unalmas eseteit, és egykori kollégájával, Roy-jal elautózik az ódon udvarház tulajdonosához. Kapóra jön segítségként egy új gyakornoklány, Toni, akit nemcsak a szerencse kedvel különösképpen, de a szimata is páratlan. Agathát elfogja a féltékenység, mert úgy t?nik, felbukkant a színen egy nála is ígéretesebb tehetség, aki ráadásul rendkívül csinos is…A titkokkal teli udvarházban összegy?lik a család, és hamarosan bekövetkezik a gyilkosság. Nem egyszer? megfejteni a rejtélyt, mert a rokonokon kívül a faluban mindenki gyanús, aki él, hiszen az áldozat szinte tálcán kínálta magát, hogy végezzenek vele.A nagy siker? sorozat korábbi darabjaihoz hasonlóan Agatha Raisin ezúttal is kacagtató kalandok során át jut el a megoldásig, amelyben régi barátai mellett új ismeretségek is segítik. A vidéki Anglia hangulatos helyszínein játszódó krimi felh?tlen szórakozást ígér a sorozat régi és új olvasóinak egyaránt.Fej?s Éva

B?R DAMLA SEVG?YLE MERHABA ?Dokunan hafif bir esinti, bir damla ya?, bir kü?ük ka?amak bak??tan ve bir tatl? s?zden sonra yüre?in ?eperlerine yap???p kalan a?k?n izleriyle dolu ya?amakt?r belki de istenilen… ??zlemek sevgiyle yüre?e dokunmaksa; bir tatl? s?z, bir gidenin ard?ndan kalan iz, bir hüzün i?indeki umutsuzluklarda bile, umut arayan kalple var olmakt?r kimbilir belki de i?imizde kalan… ??zlemek; a?k?n g?zya?lar?nda, yar?n? olmayan a?klarda ve bir garip a?k?n i?inde bile mutlulu?u, sevginin kanatlar?nda ?zlemle arayarak yazmakt?r belki de sayfalarda saklanan… ?Kim bilir belki de sevgiyi i?inde bularak kanatlanmakt?r, kanats?z hallerinde bile ?zlemle a?ka u?makt?r… ?Her okunan ?iirin i?inde hissedebilmektir belki de; tarifi olmayan, tarifsiz o duyguyu, yüre?indeki bir k?v?lc?m ate?iyle canland?r?p ya?atabilmektir belki de arzulanan... ?Sevgiyle dolu sayfalarda, hissettiklerinizi bulup dolu dolu ya?aman?z dile?iyle… Cengiz ?ET?K 1964 y?l?nda Konya/Karap?nar do?du. ?lkokulu Emirgazi il?esinde okudu. Ortaokulu ve liseyi Karap?nar’da okudu. Endüstri Meslek Lisesi Torna tesviye’den mezun oldu. 1989 y?l?nda Burdur E?itim Yüksek Okulu’ndan S?n?f ??retmeni olarak mezun olduktan sonra 1990 y?l?ndan bu yana zaman zaman idarecilik yapsa da ?u an Uzman S?n?f ??retmeni olarak ?al??makta olup iki k?z babas?d?r. 1986 y?l?nda ilk ?yküsü “sonun Ba?lang?c?” bir sinema dergisinin a?t??? yar??mada birinci gelmi?tir. Finike yerel gazetelerinde 2005 y?l?ndan sonra bir?ok k??e yaz?lar? yay?nland?. 2006 y?l?nda ilk ?iir kitab? “Son S?züm Sana Gülüm” yay?nlad?. ?kinci kitab? “Siyahlarday?m Alev Bak??l?m” 2008 y?l?nda yay?nland?. Ayr?ca güfte halinde “ Siyahlarday?m” 2010 y?l?nda ve “Vazge? G?nlüm” 2016 y?l?nda iki ?iiri bestelenip ?ark? olarak hayat bulmu?tur. 2017 y?l? son ay?nda ilk bilimkurgu roman? “Pokentranl? G?kmen” okurlar?yla tan??t?.

On the second day of July in the year 1863 the Civil War in America was at its height. Late in the preceding month Lee had turned his face northward, and, with an army of a hundred thou-sand Confederate soldiers at his back, had marched up into Penn-sylvania. There was little to hinder his advance. Refraining, by reason of strict orders, from wanton destruction of property, his soldiers nevertheless lived on the rich country through which they passed. York and Carlisle were in their grasp. Harrisburg was but a day’s march away, and now, on this second day of July, flushed with fresh victories, they had turned and were giving desperate battle, through the streets and on the hills of Gettysburg, to the Union armies that had followed them. The old commonwealth was stirred as she had not been stirred before since the fall of Sumter. Every town and village in the state responded quickly to the governor’s call for emergency troops to defend the capital city. Mount Hermon, already depleted by gen-erous early enlistments, and by the draft of 1862, gathered to-gether the bulk of the able-bodied men left in the village and its surroundings, and sent them forth in defense of the common-wealth. Not that Mount Hermon was in especial danger from Lee’s invasion, far from it. Up in the northeastern corner of the state, on a plateau of one of the low foot-hills of the Moosic range, sheltered by the mountains at its back, it was well protected, both by reason of distance and location, from the advancing foe. But Mount Hermon was intensely patriotic. In the days preceding the Revolution the sturdy pioneers from Connecticut had met the equally sturdy settlers from the domain of Penn, and on this plateau they had fought out their contentions and settled their differences; the son of the Pennamite had married the daughter of the Yankee; and the new race, with love of country tingeing every drop of its blood a deeper red, had stayed on and possessed the land. So, on this July day, when the armies of North and South were striving and struggling with each other in bloody combat back and forth across the plain and up the hills of Gettysburg, Mount Hermon’s heart beat fast. But it was not for themselves that these people were anxious. It was for the fathers, husbands, sons, lovers in that army with which Meade, untried and unproven, was endeavoring to match the strategy and strength of Lee. News of the first day’s skirmishing had reached the village, and it was felt that a great battle was imminent. In the early evening, while the women were still busy at their household tasks, the men gathered at the post-office and the stores, eager for late news, anxious to discuss the situation as they had learned it. In the meantime the boys of the town had congregated on the village green to resume the military drills which, with more or less frequency, they had carried on during the summer. These drills were not wholly without serious intent. It was play, indeed; but, out of the ranks of these boys, three of the older ones had already gone to the front to fight real battles; and it was felt, by the men of the town, that the boys could not be too thoroughly imbued with the military spirit. So, on this July evening, wakened into new ardor by the news from Gettysburg, they had gathered to resume their nightly work—and play.There were thirty-three of them, ranging in years all the way from eight to eighteen. They were eager and enthusiastic. At the command to fall in there was much pushing and jostling, much striving for desirable places, and even the young captain, with great show of authority, could not quite adjust all differences to the complete satisfaction of his men.Before the confusion had wholly ceased, and while there were still awkward gaps in the ranks, a tall, straight, shy-mannered boy of seventeen, who had remained hitherto on the outskirts of the group, quietly slipped into one of the vacant places.

Ceea ce putem spune ?i ceea ce se cuvine spus este c? literatura noastr? modern? ?l revendic? cu hot?r?re pe Panait Istrati, pe fiul pierdut ?i revenit ca ?i Ulise al versului francez, dup? o miraculoas? c?l?torie. C?ci opera lui Panait Istrati ?ntrege?te peisajul literaturii rom?ne?ti din ultimii dou?zeci de ani, deoarece, dimpreun? cu Mihail Sadoveanu ?i cu Liviu Rebreanu, autorul Chirei Chiralina alc?tuie?te treimea cea de o fiin?? a celei mai unitare substan?e epice. C? ?i ace?tia – ?i poate c? nu stric? s? amintim cum c?te?itrei purced la ?mplinirea operei lor, cam ?n acela?i timp (?ntreg Sadoveanu de dup? Cocost?rcul albastru, doar de la trecutul r?zboi ?ncepe) c? ?i ace?tia, Panait Istrati este dintre to?i ceilal?i scriitori ai no?tri, acela care aduce cele mai multe probleme, cei mai mul?i eroi ?i cea mai puternic? individualitate. — Perpessicius

Iubire sete de via?? Tu e?ti puterea creatoare Sub care inimile noastre Renasc ca ???orile ?n soare ??i ?mb?tate de-al t?u farmec Ce peste lume se a?terne ?n tremurarea lor de-o clip? Viseaz? fericiri eterne. Din haos ?i din ?ntuneric Te-ai smuls fecund? ?i senin?: Al t?u sur?s de alma parens Fu prima raz? de lumin?. ??i de c?ldura ta plane?ii Treptat se dezmor?esc ?nvie... Pe to?i ca ?ntr-o mreaj?-i leag? Universala simpatie. Tu faci s? circule ?n lume Puterea ta de z?mislire. ??i miliardele de forme De-a lungul vremii s? se-n?ire. Alexandru Vlahuta - Iubire

Biblioteca colarului“ cuprinde cele mai preuite opere ale scriitorilor clasici ai literaturii romne din programa colar. Crile de neuitat ale copilriei sunt disponibile astzi si in format e-book.

Si intr-adevar Vlaicu-Voda intruneste toate cerintele unei drame menite sa ramana calitati literare si calitati dramatice. Autorul acestei drame e un adevarat poet care prin imagini noi si bogate prin cuvinte expresive stie sa zugraveasca oameni fapte locuri timpuri. Limba lui e o comoara pe care doar la Odobescu o mai intalnim imperecherea neologismelor cu arhaismele da o culoare delicata si in acelasi timp da putere de expresivitate frazei imperecherile acestea desigur le gasim si in Odobescu dar dl Davila a stiut sa le inmulteasca si sa le rafineze. Un patetism sincer firesc inalta parca si valoarea cuvintelor si a frazelor. Tiradele chiar cele mai lungi sunt cladite cu o arta de compozitie deplina cu o putere de convingere rara asa ca efectul lor e puternic inaltator. Emotia artistica cuprinde pe spectator si-l tine toata vremea cat aude vorbele intelepte/romanesti ale figurilor de pe scena. si pe urma sentintele cuminti neaose care sunt presarate aproape in fiecare replica. [...] Cu toate observatiile mai mult sau mai putin insemnate Vlaicu-Voda ramane o podoaba a literaturii noastre dramatice prin patetismul cald si comunicativ prin frumusetea limbii si a versurilor prin puterea de evocare a unei epoci framantate prin maiestria de amanunt cu care e construita prin efectele dramatice si prin patriotismul cald si cuminte ce transpira dintr-insa. Ca atare Vlaicu-Voda nu numai merita dar trebuie sa figureze totdeauna in repertoriul Teatrului National alaturi de dramele lui Alecsandri Caragiale Hasdeu si ale dlui Delavrancea – Liviu Rebreanu

Thirty-five traditional fairytales collated by famed anthropologist Andrew Lang, as one of his series of "e;Coloured"e; Fairy Books. Contains many forgotten classics like Schippeitaro, The Child Who Came From an Egg and How a Fish Swam in the Air.

A fantastic look at the life and times of the ancient Greek epic poet Homer by famed anthropologist Andrew Lang.

The fifth novel in E. F. Benson's classic 'Mapp and Lucia' comedy series following the lives of Emmeline "e;Lucia"e; Lucas and Elizabeth Mapp in the one-upmanship and snobbery of the 1920s/30s British social scene.

Remember, remember the fifth of November,the gunpowder treason and plot.I see no reason why the gunpowder treasonshould ever be forgot.A fantastic fictionalisation of the famous gunpowder plot, where Guy Fawkes and his band of conspirators hatched a daring plan to blow up the Houses of Parliament.

This classic novel by Sir Walter Scott has been enjoyed by readers around the world for over 190 years.Often cited for its influence over the formation of the Romanticism movement, this historical fiction is undoubtably one of the English classic greats.