类别：英文短篇小说 作者： 未知
简介： The pearl is lovelier than the most brilliant of crystalline stones, themoralist declares, because it is made through the suffering of a livingcreature. About that I can say nothing because I feel none of thefascination of pearls. Their cloudy lustre...
类别：英文短篇小说 作者： 未知
简介： This book was written nearly twelve years ago; and so many things have changed since then, that it is hardly fair to send it into the world afresh, without some notice of the improvementif such there be-which has taken place meanwhile in those southe...
类别：英文短篇小说 作者： Aleksandr Sergeyevich Pushkin
简介： Eugene Oneguine, the chief poetical work of Russias greatest poet, having been translated into all the principal languages of Europe except our own, I hope that this version may prove an acceptable contribution to literature. Tastes are various in ma...
类别：英文短篇小说 作者： Virginia Woolf
简介： It was an uncertain spring. The weather, perpetually changing, sent clouds of blue and of purple flying over the land. In the country farmers, looking at the fields, were apprehensive; in London umbrellas were opened and then shut by people looking u...
类别：英文短篇小说 作者： 伊迪丝.华顿 Edith Wharton
简介： Mrs. Ballinger is one of the ladies who pursue Culture in bands, as though it were dangerous to meet alone. To this end she had founded the Lunch Club, an association composed of herself and several other indomitable huntresses of erudition....
类别：英文短篇小说 作者： 未知
简介： It began by tracing the differences of sex function to their earliest appearances in life on the globe; not only as when in the animal world, two amoeboid globules coalesce, and the process of sexual generation almost unconsciously begins; but to its...
类别：英文短篇小说 作者： 未知
简介： In these pages I shall speak of The Wisdom of Life in the common meaning of the term, as the art, namely, of ordering our lives so as to obtain the greatest possible amount of pleasure and success; an art the theory of which may be called Eudaemonolo...
类别：英文短篇小说 作者： Anton Chekhov
简介： IT was approaching nightfall. The sexton, Savely Gykin, was lying in his huge bed in the hut adjoining the church. He was not asleep, though it was his habit to go to sleep at the same time as the hens. His coarse red hair peeped from under one end o...
