短篇小说 | A No-Account Creole

2020年1月17日

One agreeable afternoon in late autumn two young men stood together on Canal Street, closing a conversation that had evidently begun within the club-house which they had just quitted.

短篇小说 | A Night in Acadie

2020年1月16日

THERE was nothing to do on the plantation so Telèsphore, having a few dollars in his pocket, thought he would go down and spend Sunday in the vicinity of Marksville.

短篇小说 | An Idle Fellow

2020年1月15日

I am tired. At the end of these years I am very tired. I have been studying in books the languages of the living and those we call dead.

短篇小说 | An Egyptian Cigarette

2020年1月14日

MY friend, the Architect, who is something of a traveller, was showing us various curios which he had gathered during a visit to the Orient.