Crime and Punishment focuses on the mental anguish and moral dilemmas of Rodion Romanovich Raskolnikov, an impoverished St. Petersburg student who formulates and executes a plan to kill a hated, unscrupulous pawnbroker for her money, thereby solving his financial problems and at the same time, he argues, ridding the world of evil.Crime and Punishment is considered by many as the first of Dostoevsky’s cycle of great novels, which would culminate with his last completed work, The Brothers Karamazov, shortly before his death.

Preg?ti?i-v? pentru sf?r?itul lumii! Autoarea c?r?ii Apocalipsa cuantic?: Universul holografic ne ofer? un studiu aprofundat, de natur? s? schimbe imaginea noastr? asupra Universului ?i asupra evolu?iei P?m?ntului ?i a speciei umane.

Aceast? carte este ?n limba englez?.?In My Loved Japan, [...] the Romanian poet Clelia Ifrim offers a very fine imaginative response to the tragedy that overtook northeast Japan earlier this year.As far as I know the writer has never visited Japan, though she has long connections with it through haiku, and haiku poets.“A river of tears — to whom belongs this silence after the earthquake?“; “Not a voice or sound but this moon path on the waves — fishermen's village“;“Hobby horse sinking in the depth of the ocean to make its farewell.“?From David Burleigh, Best Books of 2011: Close-up on a People’s Disaster, in Japan Times, at http://www.japantimes.co.jp/text/fb20111225a5.html.

This masterpiece of science fiction is the fascinating story of Griffin, a scientist who creates a serum to render himself invisible, and his descent into madness that follows.

Az emberek, törpök, manók és tündék több mint száz esztend?n keresztül éltek békében egymás mellett. De ennek a békének vége, és a fajok ismét egymás ellen – és maguk ellen – harcolnak. Ebben a viharos id?ben születik egy gyermek, akire a világ összes vajákja várt. Ciri a Cintrai N?stényoroszlán, Calanthe királyné unokája. Különös hatalmakkal és még különösebb sorssal van megáldva, mert egy jövendölés Lángnak hívja ?t: lángnak, amely örökre megváltoztatja a világot – jó vagy rossz irányba… Ríviai Geralt, a vaják magával viszi Cirit a vajákok központjába, de Ciri egyáltalán nem hasonlít a többi tanítványhoz. Nem kell keresztülmenjen az átlagos vajákok számára a természetfeletti képességek eléréséhez szükséges mutációkon, amelyek gyakran kiirtják az érzelmeket és az emberi érzékenységet. Ciri valami egészen egyedülálló.

This is illustrated and translated version od the "Jaufry the Knight and the Fair Brunissende" & “A Tale of the Times of King Arthur" Now of a tale of chivalry, of proper fashion, great allurement, full of-wise and courteous instances, and wherein abound acts of great prowess, strange adventures, assaults, encounters, and dread battles, you may list the telling. An it amuse you, I will relate thereof all that I do know, or that it please you to give ear unto. Let me know only that which ye desire, and if ye be inclined to listen in good sooth. When the minstrel doth indeed recite, neither should hearers buy nor sell, nor in low voice hold council; for thus the recital is lost to him who speaketh, and they methinks who listen cannot find therein great pleasure. I come, then, to recount to you tidings of the court of good King Arthur; he who was so worthy, so valiant, and so wise, that his name shall never die, but whereof shall eternally be spoken the mighty things he did; and the good knights, all for their prowess known, whom he did gather at his famed Round Table. In that court, the fairest and most loyal that ever shone beneath the stars, all men did find that counsel and that aid of which they stood in need. There triumphed right, and there were wrongs redressed. There dames and damsels, widows and orphans attacked unjustly, or disinherited by force, ne'er failed to meet with champions. The oppressed of all conditions there did find a refuge, and none e'er sought protection there in vain. Give, then, sweet welcome to a poem the fruit of such good place, and deign to listen unto it in peace. The troubadour who rhymed it never knew King Arthur; but he heard the entire story told at the court of the king of Aragon, the best of monarchs in this world. * Don Pedro III., killed in 1213 at the battle of Muret. A worthy father and a famous son, lord of goodly fortunes, humble in heart, and frank in nature as in mind, the king of Aragon loveth God and feareth Him; he maintaineth faith and loyalty, peace and justice: thus God protecteth him, giveth him the victory when he raiseth his banner against the infidel, and placeth him above all those who are alike worthy and bold. Where shall we seek youthful brows wearing a crown which emitteth rays of greater splendour He giveth good gifts to minstrels and to knights, and his court is the resort of all those who are esteemed brave and courteous. It was before him the troubadour heard related, by a stranger-knight of kin to Arthur and Sir Gawain, the song he here hath rhymed; and whereof the first adventure occurred while the king of the Round Table held his court at Carlisle on the day of Pentecost. The Adventure of the Forest Twas on the day of Pentecost, a feast which to Carlisle had drawn a host of knights, that Arthur, King of Briton's isle, his crown placed on his brows, and to the old monastic church proceeded to hear mass. And with him went a brilliant train, the Knights of the Round Table. There were Sir Gawain, Lancelot du Lac, Tristrem, and Ivan bold, Eric frank of heart, and Quex the seneschal, Percival and Calogrant, Cliges the worthy, Coedis the handsome knight, and Caravis short i' the arm; the whole of his bright court, indeed, was there, and many more whose names I have forgot. When mass was done, they to the palace home returned 'mid laughter and loud noise, the thoughts of each on pleasure only bent. Each on arrival gave his humour play. Some spoke of love, and some of chivalry; and some of ventures they were going to seek. Quex at this moment came into the hall, holding a branch of apple in his hand. All made room for him; for there were few who did not fear his tongue and the hard words which it was wont to utter. This baron bold held nothing in respect. E'en of the best he ever said the worst. But this apart, he was a brave stout knight, in council sage, a valiant man of war, and lord of lineage high..

This book gives novice investors a lesson learnt from those mistakes that I made in stock investment so that you won’t have to repeat the same mistakes in your investment journey. It is my intention to protect your savings from the hard-earned income.

Sunt un om complicat, sau ca s spun mai puin favorabil despre mine, ncurcat. Nimic nu se rezolv simplu. Pentru o chestiune nensemnat, am nesfrite ezitri. Nu m pricep s merg pe drumul drept, ocolesc. Gsesc mai multe mijloace posibile i nu m pricep ce s aleg. Sunt politicos mai mult dect trebuie, mulumesc, dac se ocup cineva de mine, att de mult c incomodez. M ascult 'cnd vorbesc i nu sunt ncntat de vorba pe care o spun. mi acopr timiditatea cu unele isteimi nepotrivite. Nu tiu cum s m port cu vecinul, sunt prea umilit sau prea pretenios.“ – Anton Holban

Mo? Teac? (1893), cea mai important? oper? a sa, satirizeaz? tipul subofi?erului m?rginit ?i tiran din armata acelei epoci.

Roman distins cu Prix Goncourt des lycéens 2016Bestseller absolut ?n Fran?a ?i distins cu nenum?rate premii,?Mica ?ar??este o poveste zguduitoare, pe fundalul genocidului din Rwanda ?i al r?zboiului civil din Burundi, despre inocen?a copil?riei strivite de valurile brutale ale istoriei.?n 1992, Gabriel, ?n v?rst? de zece ani, tr?ie?te o copil?rie idilic? ?n Bujumbura, capitala micii ??ri africane Burundi, ?mpreun? cu tat?l s?u francez, mama rwandez? ?i cu sora lui mai mic?. Din nefericire, lumea sa se pr?bu?e?te doi ani mai t?rziu, odat? cu genocidul din aprilie–iulie 1994, c?nd ?n Rwanda popula?ia tutsi este masacrat?. ?n urma acestei tragedii, mama lui Gabriel ??i pierde min?ile ?i vie?ile tuturor se vor schimba radical. Gabriel ?i sora lui vor pleca ?n Fran?a cu un elicopter trimis ca s?-i salveze.Dup? dou?zeci de ani ?ns?, Gabriel se va ?ntoarce ?n Burundi, ?ncerc?nd s? reg?seasc? o lume pe care o crezuse pierdut? pentru totdeauna.Mica ?ar??ofer? o viziune despre lume care nu este politic?, ci poetic?, ?ncerc?nd s? surprind? toat? frumuse?ea ?i oroarea vie?ii.?Le Figaro"Abia mai t?rziu mi-am dat seama c? Burundi este o ?ar? s?rac?. ?n copil?rie, nu realizam s?r?cia din jur, a?a c? a fost important s? vorbesc despre asta ?n roman. B?ie?elul care tr?ia ?n acea ?ar? era protejat de o cu totul alt? lume, o lume a c?r?ilor lui. O lume care s-a n?ruit." - Ga?l Faye

Am ?nceput s? scriu acest text aproape imediat dup? moartea tat?lui meu. F?r? s?-mi dau seama, scriam cu m?nie ?i cu revolt?, de?i credeam c? ?mi impun o privire impar?ial?, de jurnalist, asupra evenimentelor, personajelor ?i a mea ?ns?mi. Recitind, ?n perioade lini?tite, m? ?ntrebam dac? cei din jurul meu nu erau ?i ei con?tien?i de clocotul meu interior ?i, dac? erau, de ce nu-mi spunea nimeni nimic. Pe parcursul anilor, din textul ini?ial nu a r?mas dec?t titlul, acest Whole Lotta Love pe care tata ?l asculta pe repeat, acas?. Cu voia sau f?r? voia mea, firele narative s-au contopit ?ntre ele ?i, ?n cele din urm?, mi-am scris propria poveste de dragoste. Tata cred c? m? ?n?elege, de unde e el. C?nd eram mai mic?, ?mi doream s? pot avea ?ncredere total? ?n cel care scrie ?i, dac? s-ar ?nt?mpla s? ne ?nt?lnim pe strad?, persoana scriitorului s? fie ca textul pe care ?l citisem ceva mai devreme. Nu v? pot cere ?ncrederea voastr? total? (de?i a? cam avea nevoie de ea! ?), dar sunt sigur? c?, dac? ne ?nt?lnim, ve?i recunoa?te ?n mine aerul din care e f?cut? Whole Lotta Love.

Vajon miért építtet fel egy épületet a városka melletti félrees? helyen a helyi k?z?sség k?zkedvelt, ámde kül?n?s megszállottságtól vezérelt lelkésze az 1800-as évek végén az Egyesült ?llamokban, kockáztatva ezzel papi hivatását is? ?s miért pont ott? A válasz vele együtt odavész, amikor jó pár év elteltével ? maga is nyomtalanul elt?nik. Rokonai, ?r?k?sei nem feszegetik ezt a kérdést, a ház megmarad, de egyikük sem lakik ott t?bbé, amíg az ?reg épület új gazdára nem talál. Az új tulajdonos, Jane, a harmincas éveiben járó sikeres üzletasszony fiával, Jeffel k?lt?zik be a házba. A fiú nemrég átélt autóbusz balesete óta amnéziás. Az érdekl?dését felkelti az épület eredetét ?vez? titok, miután az el?z? tulajdonos megemlíti ezt nekik. Ahogy kutakodni kezd, ráj?n, hogy az épület a furcsa tárgyak, meglep? helyek és megmagyarázhatatlan események tárháza. Ráadásul, mint az évszázados álmából felzavart szellem, a múlt árnya nyugtalanító álmokkal gy?tri ?t, mintha csak erre várt volna! Ek?zben egy távoli városban egy kómában fekv? építési vállalkozóért, Peterért aggódnak a szerettei. Jeffet nem ismerik, és nem is sejtik, hogy bármi k?zük lenne hozzá és a rejtélyes épülethez, pedig van. Nagyon is sok! Mire Jeff felderíti a ház titkait, az ?sszefüggések is lassan k?rvonalazódnak, ám a t?rténetnek ezzel még k?zel sincs vége…

Ríviai Geralt a thaneddi puccs után Brokilonban lábadozik. Egy világ választja el Cirit?l, a Meglepetés Gyermekt?l, akit pedig állítólag neki rendelt a sors – a lányt ugyanis Nilfgaardban látták utoljára. A vaják tehát hosszú és veszélyes útra indul a driádok földjér?l a háború sújtotta vidéken keresztül, de nem marad sokáig egyedül: ahogy közeledik úticéljához, egyre többen csatlakoznak hozzá… E furcsa kompánia végül egy olyan konfliktusba csöppen, melyet csak véres küzdelmek árán élhetnek túl. „Keresztül kell jutnod a t?zön, amely megperzsel ugyan, de meg is tisztít.” (Ríviai Geralt) A vaják-saga következ? kötete A megvetés idejének közvetlen folytatása. A lengyel szerz? ismét elröpíti az olvasót a szláv mítoszok és a valóság ihlette fantáziavilágába, ahol a tét nem csupán egy szörnyvadász vagy egy kislány élete, de az Északi Királyságok sorsa is.

“Ah there, girls! How are you?”—“GOD SPEED YOU” “Oh, Nathalie, I do believe there’s Grace Tyson in her new motor-car,” exclaimed Helen Dame, suddenly laying her hand on her companion’s arm as the two girls were about to cross Main Street, the wide, tree-lined thoroughfare of the old-fashioned town of Westport, Long Island.Nathalie Page halted, and, swinging about, peered intently at the brown-uniformed figure of a young girl seated at the steering-wheel of an automobile, which was speeding quickly towards them. Yes, it was Grace, who, in her sprightliest manner, her face aglow from the invigorating breezes of an April afternoon, called out, “Ah there, girls! How are you? Oh, my lucky star must have guided me, for I have something thrilling to tell you!” As she spoke the girl guided the car to the curb, and the next moment, with an airy spring, had landed on the ground at their side.With a sudden movement the uniformed figure clicked her heels together and bent stiffly forward as her arm swung up, while her forefinger grazed her forehead in a military salute. “I salute you, comrades,” she said with grave formality, “at your service as a member of the Motor Corps of America. “Yes, girls,” she shrilled joyously, forgetting her assumed r?le in her eagerness to tell her news, “I’m on the job, for I’m to see active service for the United States government. I’ve just returned from an infantry drill of the Motor Corps at Central Park, New York. “No, I’ll be honest,” she added laughingly, in answer to the look of amazed inquiry on the faces of her companions, “and ’fess’ that I didn’t have the pleasure of drilling in public, for I’m a raw recruit as yet. We recruits go through our manual of arms at one of the New York armories, drilled by a regular army sergeant. Oh, I’ve been in training some time, for you know I took out my chauffeur’s and mechanician’s State licenses last winter. LENA HALSEY:Author of “Blue Robin, the Girl Pioneer”and “America’s Daughter”

A humorous fantasy tale. An evil wizard has turned the entire royal family into frogs and set them loose in the marshes, and only a kiss can restore them to their natural forms . . . but there are so many frogs, and so much swamp, who is willing to kiss them all? Short story.

FLUX PERMANENT Scene ?i secven?e cur??ate de resorturile sugestiilor automate sunt eroii poeticii Ioanei Geac?r. ?pe scaunul de la cinema las? dinadins trandafirul/ lumina se va stinge/ ?i doar lic?ririle dinspre ecran sau dinspre u?a deschis?/ ?i vor m?ng?ia genunchii“ (?Cinema“) astfel de imagini ale singur?t??ii aflate ?n permanent? rela?ie cu tot ceea ce este ?n jur lumineaz? noul volum al Ioanei Geac?r. P?n? ?i titlul c?r?ii sale de la Casa de Pariuri Literare func?ioneaz? dup? aceea?i dinaminc? a izol?rii ?n mijlocul lucrurilor. Singur?tatea unui titlu ??Recviem pentru nuca verde? e un titlu de poem care m? b?ntuie de c?teva zile ?i uite unde a r?s?rit! Am pus si eu un nuc l?ng? bloc, c??iva ar?ari, plopi, tei, dar nu s-a prins dec?t un m?r care s-a dovedit a fi dud ?n cele din urm?. Toate vr?biile din cartier m? iubesc.“ scria Ioana Geac?r ?n urm? cu 5 ani pe un site literar. ?ntre timp, titlul acela pare s? fi preluat controlul asupra unui ?ntreg volum de poezii. Un volum ?n care nu este niciun poem care s? fie explicit recviem ?i nici de nuci nu vine vorba dec?t ?n interiorul cuv?ntului ?siNUCIdere“ sau c?nd ?sinuciga?ul alege din libr?rie c?teva c?r?i de pus sub picioare“. Verde ?n ce prive?te, ?ns?, felurile ?n care apare culoarea ?verde“ ?n volumul de fa?? al Ioanei Geac?r se pot scrie pagini consistente. De la fluturele care ??i schimb? culoarea, la ?zidul crescut ca un mu?chi“ cu op?iuni de ?tergere ro?ii ?i verzi, sau la acoperi?urile sm?l?uite ?n acela?i poem (?printre ruinurile T?rgovi?tei“), ?n amestecul cromatic al trupurilor dintre blocuri, sau ?mirosul de verde“ din ?emo?ii ?n ghips“, ochiul ?ncol?cit ?i rochia mamei, acela?i motiv leag? stabilizeaz? traseul poetic parcurs ?n aceast? carte care ?ncepe cu ?the end“ ?i se ?nchide cu ?ziua abia a-nceput“, ?naintea finalului ?ioana deseneaz? raze la sf?r?itul caietului de poezii“. Poveste vs. prezen?a uman? Multe poeme din acest volum alterneaz? personalul ?i impersonalul, articolul nehot?r?t ?i m?rci ale posesivit??ii la distan?? de c?teva versuri. Dac? ar fi s? aleg un mecanism care s? fie responsabil pentru demersul poetic al Ioanei Geac?r acesta ar fi tocmai amendarea jocului literar gratuit. Fie c? preia desf??ur?ri nostalgice ori tablouri ale purit??ii, nara?iunile sunt pulverizate aici pentru a face loc unui contur uman: ?mi-e team?/ c? dac? z?mbesc fa?a mi se va descompune“ (?humpty dumpty“). ?ntr-un volum ?n care singurele cuvinte scrise cu majuscule sunt T?rgovi?te, Breughel cel B?tr?n sau Hieronymus Bosch ?i unde nu exist? nici m?car o singur? virgul?, reperele poeziei sunt puse la ?ncercare, iar ?ncercarea suprem? este leg?tura dintre elemente aparent disparate, dintre m?rci ale fragilit??ii ?i ipostaze brutale, o c?utare expresiv? ?n flux permanent.

A sunken city. A lost goddess … and the woman who longs to find her. Lara is part of a dive team exploring the sunken city of Thonis-Heraklion off the north coast of Egypt. When a storm threatens the site, there's only time for one last dive and Lara is determined to be on it – even if it means diving with the man who threatened her this summer. Because The Dark Queen is down there and Lara intends to find her before it's too late ... Sink beneath the waves in this supernatural short story from New York Times and USA Today bestselling author, J.F.Penn

Novelized retelling of a medieval romance. According to Wikipedia: "Andrew Lang (March 31, 1844, Selkirk - July 20, 1912, Banchory, Kincardineshire) was a prolific Scots man of letters. He was a poet, novelist, and literary critic, and contributor to anthropology. He now is best known as the collector of folk and fairy tales."

Observations by Henry James from travel in France. According to Wikipedia: "Henry James, (1843 – 1916), son of theologian Henry James Sr., brother of the philosopher and psychologist William James and diarist Alice James, was an American-born British author. He is one of the key figures of 19th century literary realism; the fine art of his writing has led many academics to consider him the greatest master of the novel and novella form. He spent much of his life in England and became a British subject shortly before his death. He is primarily known for a series of major novels in which he portrayed the encounter of America with Europe. His plots centered on personal relationships, the proper exercise of power in such relationships, and other moral questions. His method of writing from the point of view of a character within a tale allowed him to explore the phenomena of consciousness and perception, and his style in later works has been compared to impressionist painting."

Originally published in 1902, from the Five Little Peppers series. According to Wikipedia: "The Five Little Peppers book series was created by Margaret Sidney from 1881 to 1916. It covered the lives of five children with the surname Pepper. The series began with the Peppers in impoverished straits which they were eventually rescued from by a wealthy gentleman who took an interest in the family...Margaret Sidney was the pseudonym of Harriett Mulford Stone (June 22, 1844–August 2, 1924). She was an American author, born in New Haven, Connecticut. In 1878, at the age of 34, she began sending short stories to Wide Awake, a children's magazine in Boston. Two of her stories, "Polly Pepper's Chicken Pie" and "Phronsie Pepper's New Shoes", proved to be very popular with readers. Daniel Lothrop, the editor of the magazine, requested that Stone write more. The success of Harriett's short stories prompted her to write the now-famous Five Little Peppers series. This series was first published in 1881, the year that Stone married Daniel Lothrop. Daniel had founded the D. Lothrop Company of Boston, who published Harriett's books under her pseudonym, Margaret Sidney."

Poems by the author of Moby Dick. He explains, "With few exceptions, the Pieces in this volume originated in an impulse imparted by the fall of Richmond. They were composed without reference to collective arrangement, but being brought together in review, naturally fall into the order assumed. The events and incidents of the conflict--making up a whole, in varied amplitude, corresponding with the geographical area covered by the war--from these but a few themes have been taken, such as for any cause chanced to imprint themselves upon the mind. The aspects which the strife as a memory assumes are as manifold as are the moods of involuntary meditation--moods variable, and at times widely at variance. Yielding instinctively, one after another, to feelings not inspired from any one source exclusively, and unmindful, without purposing to be, of consistency..."