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The Sentence
(2010-11-13 21:24:06)

byAnnaAkhmatovaAndthestonewordfell
Onmystill-livingbreast.
Nevermind,Iwasready.
Iwillmanagesomehow.TodayIhavesomuchtodo:
Imustkillmemoryonceandforall,
Imustturnmysoultostone,
Imustlearntoliveagain—Unless...Summer'sardentrustling
Islikeafestivaloutsidemywindow.
ForalongtimeI'veforeseenthis
Brilliantday,desertedhouse.TranslatedfromtheRussianbyJudithHemscheme...[阅读全文]
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Always a Motive
(2010-11-13 21:21:53)

byDanRossHehesitatedundertheblueglowofthemercurystreetlight.Carefully,hegatheredthesleepingyoungstertighterinhisarmsandlookeddownattheinnocentbabyfaceandwispyyellowhairoftheboywithaglanceofinfinitesadness.Hestoodamomentlongerinthedesertedstreetasifnotquitesurewhatheshoulddo.Hewasyoungandshabbilydressed.Itwasawarmsummernightandheworenohat.Hishairwasjetblackandcurlyandhisfacewaspaleandworeahaun...[阅读全文]
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Vanka
(2010-11-13 21:21:17)

ByAntonChekhov




NINE-YEAR-OLDVankaZhukov,whohadbeenapprenticedthreemonthsagotoAlyakhintheshoemaker,didnotgotobedonChristmaseve.Hewaitedtillhismasterandmistressandtheseniorapprenticeshadgonetochurch,andthentookfromthecupboardabottleofinkandapenwitharustynib,spreadoutacrumpledsheetofpaper,andwasallreadytowrite.Beforetracingthefirstletterheglancedseveraltimesanxiouslyatthe...[阅读全文]
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The Lottery
(2010-11-13 21:20:50)

bySHIRLEYJACKSONThemorningofJune27thwasclearandsunny,withthefreshwarmthofafull-summerday;theflowerswereblossomingprofuselyandthegrasswasrichlygreen.Thepeopleofthevillagebegantogatherinthesquare,betweenthepostofficeandthebank,aroundteno'clock;insometownsthereweresomanypeoplethatthelotterytooktwodaysandhadtobestartedonJune26th,butinthisvillage,wheretherewereonlyaboutthreehundredpeople,thewholel...[阅读全文]
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THE HEYDAY OF THE BLOOD
(2010-11-13 21:20:06)

byDorothyCanfieldFisherTheolderprofessorlookedupattheassistant,fumblingfretfullywithapileofpapers."Farrar,what'sthematterwithyoulately?"hesaidsharply.Theyoungermanstarted,"Why...why..."thebrusquenessoftheother’smannershockedhimsuddenlyintoconfession."I'velostmynerve,ProfessorMallory,that'swhatthematterwithme.I'mfrightenedtodeath,"hesaidmelodramatically."Wha...[阅读全文]
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THE FLY
(2010-11-13 21:19:35)
byKatherineMansfield(1922)'Y'AREVERYSNUGinhere,'pipedoldMr.Woodifield,andpeeredoutofthegreat,green-leatherarmchairbyhisfriendtheboss'sdeskasababypeersoutofitspram.Histalkwasover;itwastimeforhimtobeoff.Buthedidnotwanttogo.Sincehehadretired,sincehis...stroke,thewifeandthegirlskepthimboxedupinthehouseeverydayoftheweekexceptTuesday.OnTuesdayhewasdressedandbrushedandallowedtocutbacktotheCity[1]fortheda...[阅读全文]
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The Fall of a City
(2010-11-13 21:19:05)

byAldenNowlanOutside,rainfellwithsuchviolencethatgreat,pulsatingsheetsofwaterseemedtohangsuspendedbetweenearthandsky.Squattingintheattic,Teddywatchedraindropsrolllikebeadsofquicksilverdowntheglassofthehigh,diamond-shapedwindow,andlistenedtothemutedbanjotwangingontheroof.Blinking,heshiftedhispositionandtransferredhisattentiontothethingsthatlayaroundhimonthefloor.Inthecentreoftheroomstoodaforta...[阅读全文]
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The Doll's House
(2010-11-13 21:18:16)

byKatherineMansfieldWhendearoldMrs.HaywentbacktotownafterstayingwiththeBurnellsshesentthechildrenadoll'shouse.ItwassobigthatthecarterandPatcarrieditintothecourtyard,andthereitstayed,proppedupontwowoodenboxesbesidethefeed-roomdoor.Noharmcouldcomeofit;itwassummer.Andperhapsthesmellofpaintwouldhavegoneoffbythetimeithadtobetakenin.For,really,thesmellofpaintcomingfromthatdoll'shouse("SweetofoldMrs...[阅读全文]
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The Country of the Blind
(2010-11-13 21:17:30)

ThreehundredmilesandmorefromChimborazo,onehundredfromthesnowsofCotopaxi,inthewildestwastesofEcuador'sAndes,thereliesthatmysteriousmountainvalley,cutofffromalltheworldofmen,theCountryoftheBlind.Longyearsagothatvalleylaysofaropentotheworldthatmenmightcomeatlastthroughfrightfulgorgesandoveranicypassintoitsequablemeadows,andthitherindeedmencame,afamilyorsoofPeruvianhalf-breedsfleeingfromthelustan...[阅读全文]
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The Chrysanthemums
(2010-11-13 21:13:25)
byJohnSteinbeckThehighgrey-flannelfogofwinterclosedofftheSalinasValleyfromtheskyandfromalltherestoftheworld.Oneverysideitsatlikealidonthemountainsandmadeofthegreatvalleyaclosedpot.Onthebroad,levellandfloorthegangplowsbitdeepandlefttheblackearthshininglikemetalwheretheshareshadcut.OnthefoothillranchesacrosstheSalinasRiver,theyellowstubblefieldsseemedtobebathedinpalecoldsunshine,buttherewasnosunshin...[阅读全文]
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