
短篇小说 | Witches' Loaves
Miss Martha Meacham kept the little bakery on the corner (the one where you go up three steps, and the bell tinkles when you open the door).
Miss Martha Meacham kept the little bakery on the corner (the one where you go up three steps, and the bell tinkles when you open the door).
About three miles from the little town of Norton, in Missouri, on the road leading to Maysville, stands an old house that was last occupied by a family named Harding.
It was the design of Angelo Ricci and Joe Czanek and Manuel Silva to call on the Terrible Old Man.
Most terribly cold it was; it snowed, and was nearly quite dark, and evening-- the last evening of the year.
THE man whose story is here to be told was the wealthiest and most influential person in his parish; his name was Thord Overaas.
Tchervyakov was embarrassed, he smiled stupidly and fell to gazing at the stage.
I am writing a history of the things men do. I have written three such histories and I am but a young man. Already I have written three hundred, four hundred thousand words.
It was in the second decade of the Twentieth Century, after the Great Plague had devastated England, that Hermann the Irascible, nicknamed also the Wise, sat on the British throne.
Also known as The Story of the Aged Mother, this Japanese folktale tells the story of an unkind ruler who issues cruel orders, including one demand that all old folks are to be abandoned and left to die. Basho tells a poignant story about a mother and her son and their love for one another.
When I go into a bank I get rattled. The clerks rattle me; the wickets rattle me; the sight of the money rattles me; everything rattles me.
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