
短篇小说 | Amy's Question
In the east, the full moon was rising in all her beauty, making pale the stars that were sparking in the firmament.
In the east, the full moon was rising in all her beauty, making pale the stars that were sparking in the firmament.
Hearts and Hands was originally published under his pseudonym, Sidney Porter, in 1902. The story is full of twists and wordplay, as was O.Henry's own life.
Two friends -- one a fat man and the other a thin man -- met at the Nikolaevsky station.
In my dreams I found a little of the beauty I had vainly sought in life, and wandered through old gardens and enchanted woods.
ILYA SERGEITCH PEPLOV and his wife Kleopatra Petrovna were standing at the door, listening greedily.
OME children were at play in their play-ground one day, when a herald rode through the town, blowing a trumpet, and crying aloud, “The King! the King passes by this road to-day. Make ready for the King!”
The fact that Henry Armstrong was buried did not seem to him to prove that he was dead: he had always been a hard man to convince.
I am losing my interest in human beings; in the significance of their lives and their actions.
As much as seventy years ago, in the city of Boston, there lived a small girl who had the naughty habit of running away.
Somewhere in the depths of the big city, where the unquiet dregs are forever being shaken together, young Murray and the Captain had met and become friends.
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