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 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

Father Nicholas, by Octave Mirbeau
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  There were two long hours that we were walking in the fields under the sun that fell from the sky like a rain of fire; the sweat dripped on my body and the thirst, a burning thirst, devoured me. … Read More

The herbal tea, by Léon Bloy
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Jacques judged himself simply ignoble. It was odious to remain there, in the darkness, like a sacrilegious spy, while this woman, so completely unknown to him, confessed herself. But then it would have been necessary to leave at once, as … Read More

The Baptiste panties, by Aristide Filiatreault
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I am fortunate enough to possess, in the person of a brave inhabitant of La Renouche, Baptiste Latrémouille, a sincere and devoted friend, who always tells me fear stories whenever I meet him in town. I present it to you … Read More

The shepherd who never lied, by Alfred de Musset
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Once upon a time there was a man with a large herd. A shepherd who had the reputation of always telling the truth took care of it. One day when the shepherd had come down from the mountain, his master … Read More

The conquering of the redoubt, by Prosper Mérimée
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A soldier of my friends, who died of fever in Greece a few years ago, told me one day about the first affair he had attended. His account struck me so much that I wrote it from memory as soon … Read More

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