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 (4)
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”We recommend sending friend requests only to people you know personally.” He knew Matthew and Helen and his other colleagues with Facebook accounts. But he could not recognize that. He was supposed to remain the manager of the business consulting … 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

The goat of Mr. Seguin, by Alphonse Daudet
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To M. Pierre Gringoire, lyric poet in Paris. YOU will always be the same, my poor Gringoire! How! you have an offer for a job as a chronicler in a good newspaper in Paris, and you have the strength to … Read More

Joliette, by Jeanne Marie Leprince de Beaumont
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There was once a lord and a lady who had been married for several years, without having children: they believed that they lacked only that to be happy, for they were rich and esteemed by everybody. At length they had … Read More

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