The two hunchbacks and the dwarfs, by François-Marie Luzel
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There were once two hunchbacks, Nonnic and Gabic, two friends. They were tailors of their state, and every morning they went each day, each on their own side, to the farms and manor-houses of the country. One evening when Nonnic … Read More

The Raven King, by Jean-François Bladé
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There was once a man who was as green as grass and had only one eye in the middle of his forehead. Her three daughters were as beautiful as day, but the younger one was even more ravishing than the … Read More

Christmas Story, by Guy de Maupassant
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Dr. Bonenfant was looking in his memory, repeating in a low voice: “A Christmas memory? … A Christmas memory?” And suddenly he exclaimed: “But if I have one, and still a strange one; this is a fantastic story. I saw … Read More

The fisherman and the traveler, by Jeanne Marie Leprince de Beaumont
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There was once a man who had nothing but a poor hut on the edge of a little river; he earned his living by fishing for fish; but as there was scarcely any in this river, he did not gain … Read More

The Fairies, by Charles Perrault
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There was once a widow who had two daughters: the elder resembled her so much in her mood and her face that anyone saw her, saw her mother. They were both so disagreeable and so proud that nobody could live … Read More

A new life (2)
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A dense and acrid smoke hung in the room. Ion yielded. He was asleep, his feet dangling out of bed. At the table in the middle of the room, on the green blanket, the cards were dealt again. The coffee … Read More

A new life (3)
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“How old is he? I think the best would be to be licensed, and PhD student. Intellectual and a rich man. Yes.” Dan noted conscientious in the notebook on the desk. “White, Black, or Asian? Let be White, to have … Read More

The legend of Mont Saint-Michel, by Guy de Maupassant
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I had first seen it at Cancale, this fairy-tale castle planted in the sea. I had seen him confusedly, a gray shadow rising from the misty sky. I saw him again at Avranches, in the setting sun. The immensity of … Read More

The strawberries, by Émile Zola
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I One morning in June, when I opened the window, I received a breath of fresh air in my face. It was a violent storm during the night. The sky looked like new, of a tender blue, washed by the … Read More

The bed, by Guy de Maupassant
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In a torrid afternoon of the last summer, the vast Hotel des Ventes seemed asleep, and the auctioneers adjudged in a dying voice. In a room at the back, on the first floor, a lot of old church silk was … Read More

The last lesson – The story of a little Alsatian, by Alphonse Daudet
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This morning I was very late to go to school, and I was very scared to be scolded, especially since Mr. Hamel had told us that he would question us about the participles, and I did not know the first … Read More

The most funny story, by Jacques Normand (1848 – 1931)
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The funniest history of my life, writes to me the amiable poet? You embarrass me very much, my dear colleague. First did I have really funny stories, and among those really funny stories what’s the funniest? Finally, going up the … Read More

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