One Autumn Night part 6
He had a vest which cost fifteen rubles and boots with dress tops. For these reasons she had fallen in love with him, and he became her “creditor.” And when he became her creditor,...
One Autumn Night part 5
Our position beneath the shelter of the skiff was utterly devoid of comfort; it was narrow and damp, tiny cold drops of rain dribbled through the damaged bottom; gusts of wind penetrated it. We...
One Autumn Night part 4
In a monotonous tone she set about calculating our discoveries.“A basketful of bottles thick furs a sunshade an iron pail.”All this was uneatable. I felt that my hopes had vanished.But suddenly she exclaimed vivaciously:“Aha!...
One Autumn Night part 3
The girl looked at me, and the terror in her eyes gradually died out.She shook the sand from her hands, adjusted her cotton head-gear, cowered down, and said:“I suppose you, too, want something to...
One Autumn Night part 2
The evening was approaching, the rain was falling, and the wind blew violently from the north. It whistled in the empty booths and shops, blew into the plastered window-panes of the taverns, and whipped...
One Autumn Night part 1
Maxim Gorky (1868-1936)Alexei Maximovitch Pyeshkov, known as Gorky, which signifies “bitter,” was born at Nijni Novgorod in 1868. He was orphaned at nine, and was then apprenticed to a bootmaker. He ran away and...
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Journalism in Tennessee part 5
I said, “I`ll have to get you to excuse me; I think maybe I might write to suit you after a while; as soon as I had had some practice and learned the language...
Journalism in Tennessee part 4
They then talked about the elections and the crops while they reloaded, and I fell to tying up my wounds. But presently they opened fire again with animation, and every shot took effect but...
Journalism in Tennessee part 3
That ass, Blossom, of the Higginsville Thunderbolt and Battle Cry of Freedom, is down here again sponging at the Van Buren.We observe that the besotted blackguard of the Mud Spring Morning Howl is giving...