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

December strawberries
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There was once a widow, called Falcon. She lived with her two daughters, one of the poorest neighborhoods in the town of Naga. The older of the two children, who answered to the name of Chrysanthemum, was in fact his … Read More