A Widow
by Guy de Maupassant This story was told during the hunting season at the Chateau Baneville. The autumn had been rainy and sad. The red
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by Guy de Maupassant This story was told during the hunting season at the Chateau Baneville. The autumn had been rainy and sad. The red
by Jack London It was because she had broken with Billy that Loretta had come visiting to Santa Clara. Billy could not understand. His sister
by Henry van Dyke “Such is the story of the Boblink; once spiritual, musical, admired, the joy of the meadows, and the favourite bird of
by Andy Adams An hour before daybreak one Christmas morning in the Cherokee Strip, six hundred horses were under saddle awaiting the dawn. It was
by Sarah Orne Jewett The passenger and mail transportation between the towns of North Kilby and Sanscrit Pond was carried on by Mr. Jefferson Briley,
A Wizard from Gettysburg by Kate Chopin It was one afternoon in April, not long ago, only the other day, and the shadows had already
by Ambrose Bierce In the summer of 1896 Mr. William Holt, a wealthy manufacturer of Chicago, was living temporarily in a little town of central
by P. G. Wodehouse On a fine day in the spring, summer, or early autumn, there are few spots more delightful than the terrace in
by Maxim Gorky The wind is scudding over the steppe, and beating upon the rampart of the Caucasian heights until their backbone seems to be
A Woman’s Kingdom by Anton Chekhov I Christmas Eve HERE was a thick roll of notes. It came from the bailiff at the forest villa;
by Henry van Dyke I ENTER THE MARQUIS The Marquis sat by the camp-fire peeling potatoes. To look at him, you never would have taken
A Work Of Art by Anton Chekhov SASHA SMIRNOV, the only son of his mother, holding under his arm, something wrapped up in No. 223
by Bret Harte I never knew why in the Western States of America a yellow dog should be proverbially considered the acme of canine degradation
Azélie by Kate Chopin AZÉLIE crossed the yard with slow, hesitating steps. She wore a pink sunbonnet and a faded calico dress that had been
by H. P. Lovecraft When age fell upon the world, and wonder went out of the minds of men; when grey cities reared to smoky
by H.H. Munro (SAKI) The Minister for Fine Arts (to whose Department had been lately added the new sub-section of Electoral Engineering) paid a business
by Rudyard Kipling Different story: check out the classic Mother Goose nursery rhyme with the same title, Baa Baa Black Sheep (1901). At the School
by W. W. Jacobs Mrs. Scutts, concealed behind the curtain, gazed at the cab in uneasy amazement. The cabman clambered down from the box and,
by O. Henry Montague Silver, the finest street man and art grafter in the West, says to me once in Little Rock: “If you ever
Bad Weather by Anton Chekhov BIG raindrops were pattering on the dark windows. It was one of those disgusting summer holiday rains which, when they
by Andy Adams The evening before the Cherokee Strip was thrown open for settlement, a number of old timers met in the little town of
by Arthur Quiller-Couch Under the green shore that faces the port, and at a point that, as the meeting-place of river and harbour, may be
by Jack London “Talkin’ of bear—-“ The Klondike King paused meditatively, and the group on the hotel porch hitched their chairs up closer. “Talkin’ of
A Mystery by Anton Chekhov ON the evening of Easter Sunday the actual Civil Councillor, Navagin, on his return from paying calls, picked up the
پایگاه خبری شاعر از سال 1382 در جهت نشر و انعکاس رویدادهای فرهنگی، هنری و ادبی و انعکاس آثار شاعران و نویسندگان فارسی زبان شروع به فعالیت کرده است. و در سال 1394 با مجوز شمازه75934 معاونت مطبوعاتی وزارت فرهنگ و ارشاد اسلامی با نام پایگاه خبری شاعر شروع به فعالیت کرده است.
