Resultados para "A" en Antologías y relatos breves

María Gavrílovna es una joven rusa que se enamora de Vladimir, un alférez del ejército. Debido a la humilde condición del muchacho, los padres de María no aprueban la relación. Los amantes deciden que la única solución a sus penas amorosas es fugarse y casarse en secreto. Para llevar a cabo la boda clandestina, planean encontrarse en la aldea de Zhádrino. La noche señalada, se levanta una fuerte tormenta de nieve que impide a Vladimir llegar a tiempo. Los novios no se encuentran y, poco tiempo después, él muere en el frente. Durante muchos meses María rechaza a todos sus pretendientes, fiel al recuerdo de su amado.

Publicada en 1908, “Hacer un fuego” (“To Build a Fire”) está considerada la mejor historia corta de Jack London. Cuenta una historia engañosamente simple. Un hombre decide salir a caminar solo en un día en el que la temperatura es de - 45 ºC. Es un buscador de oro inexperto, recién llegado al Yukón. El hombre decide salir solo aunque los viejos pobladores le advirtieron de que la primera y única ley del invierno en el Yukón es que nunca se sale sin un compañero.

I’m the sister of the Kane brothers, two overprotective hockey legends destined for the NHL. Which means my love life has always been a total disaster. They’ve blocked every guy who’s ever shown interest, their intimidating presence clearing the room faster than a buzzer at the end of a period. So when three masked men show up and turn my world upside down, I’m not complaining. They awaken something in me I didn’t know I was missing. And the best part? My brothers have no idea and can’t interfere.

These vivid, tightly focused observations about the life of Dublin's poorer classes originally made publishers uneasy: the stories contain unconventional themes and coarse language, and they mention actual people and places. Today, however, the stories are admired. They are considered to be masterful representations of Dublin done with economy and grace - representations, as Joyce himself once explained, of a chapter in the moral history of Ireland that give the Irish a good look at themselves.

EL OFICIAL PRUSIANO (1914) (The Prussian officer): Es uno de los relatos cortos de una más notable calidad de Lawrence. En él muestra un panorama de las inquietudes de Lawrence, así como su actitud hacia los horrores de la Primera Guerra Mundial. D.H. Lawrence ha sido comparado a Van Gogh, en pintura, por su vitalidad. Hay autores que cuando leyeron este relato, consideraron un genio a Lawrence.

"Edición revisada y ampliada. Un ameno compendio de la Historia de España y de sus gentes de mano del gran maestro de la novela histórica, Antonio Pérez Henares" Conocía todas las pieles que rozaron la superficie de sus aguas. Una obra que conjuga lo mejor del género histórico, del relato fantástico y de la leyenda popular.

 Strong sled dogs were in demand, and that’s how Buck, the St. Bernard cross Scotch Shepherd ended up in the wilds of Alaska. 

Atrévete a explorar nuevos mundos y a vivir nuevas experiencias con esta colección de clásicos que te transportará a las ocho aventuras más impresionantes de la historia. Nada se compara con el sentimiento que genera leer una buena historia de aventura. Todos queremos realizar el mayor número de viajes y conocer muchos lugares antes de que sea muy tarde, por este motivo esta una colección imprescindible para cualquier lector.

Short Stories for Seniors: 30 Inspiring and Interesting True Stories of Ordinary People in History Whose Inventions Made Everyday Life Better (Includes Surprising Trivia)

A novella set in the hard-scrabble world of James S. A. Corey's NYT-bestselling Expanse series, The Churn takes the bestselling sci-fi series to the dark world of organized crime, drugs, secrets, and murder that shaped the Rocinante's mechanic, Amos. Now a Prime Original series. HUGO AWARD...

The Duel of Dr. Hirsch is a short story by Gilbert Keith Chesterton: M. Maurice Brun and M. Armand Armagnac were crossing the sunlit Champs Élysées with a kind of vivacious respectability. They were both short, brisk and bold. They both had black beards that did not seem to belong to their faces, after the strange French fashion which makes real hair look like artificial. They were both young. They were both atheists, with a depressing fixity of outlook but great mobility of exposition.

During a pedestrian tour last summer through one or two of the river counties of New York, the narrator finds himself lost as day declines, the land undulating remarkably and his path winding confusedly through valleys in effort to keep in them. A smoky mist, resembling that of Indian summer, enveloped all things and added to his uncertainty. Not caring much about the matter, he remained unconcerned, prepared to bivouac in the open air with his knapsack for a pillow and his hound as a sentry.

"Eleonora" is a short story by American writer Edgar Allan Poe, first published in 1842 in Philadelphia in the literary annual The Gift. It is often regarded as somewhat autobiographical and has a relatively "happy" ending. The story follows an unnamed narrator who lives with his cousin and aunt in "The Valley of the Many-Colored Grass", an idyllic paradise full of fragrant flowers, fantastic trees, and a "River of Silence". It remains untrodden by the footsteps of strangers and so they live isolated but happy.

"The Devil in the Belfry" is a satirical short story by Edgar Allan Poe. It was first published in 1839. In an isolated town called Vondervotteimittiss (wonder-what-time-it-is), the punctilious inhabitants seem to be concerned with nothing but clocks and cabbage. This methodical, boring and quiet little borough is devastated by the arrival of a devilish figure playing a big fiddle who comes straight down from a hill, goes into the bell tower, brutally attacks the belfry-man and rings thirteen o'clock, to the horror of the town's inhabitants.

Let me introduce you to Signora Psyche Zenobia. An adopted name of course, but for someone so flamboyant, appropriate. The good signora has aspirations. She would like to be a writer. At present she is the corresponding secretary to an interesting group of notables in Philadelphia which goes by a lengthy name with the initials of P.R.E.T.T.Y. B.L.U.E. B.A.T.C.H.! But how to get published? She travels to Edinburgh to meet with the esteemed proprietor and editor of 'Blackwood Magazine.' A real publication of the 1830s.

As it is well known that the "wise men" came "from the East," and as Mr. Touch-and-go Bullet-head came from the East, it follows that Mr. Bullet-head was a wise man; and if collateral proof of the matter be needed, here we have it — Mr. B. was an editor. Irascibility was his sole foible; for in fact the obstinacy of which men accused him was anything but his foible, since he justly considered it his forte. It was his strong point — his virtue; and it would have required all the logic of a Brownson to convince him that it was "anything else.

Antiochus Epiphanes is very generally looked upon as the Gog of the prophet Ezekiel. This honor is, however, more properly attributable to Cambyses, the son of Cyrus. And, indeed, the character of the Syrian monarch does by no means stand in need of any adventitious embellishment.

The Colloquy Of Monos And Una: Una. "Born again?" Monos. Yes, fairest and best beloved Una, "born again." These were the words upon whose mystical meaning I had so long pondered, rejecting the explanations of the priesthood, until Death himself resolved for me the secret. Una. Death! Monos. How strangely, sweet Una, you echo my words! I observe, too, a vacillation in your step — a joyous inquietude in your eyes. You are confused and oppressed by the majestic novelty of the Life Eternal. Yes, it was of Death I spoke.

Shadow. A Fable: Ye who read are still among the living, but I who write shall have long since gone my way into the region of shadows. For indeed strange things shall happen, and secret things be known, and many centuries shall pass away ere these memorials be seen of men. And when seen there will be some to disbelieve, and some to doubt, and yet a few who will find much to ponder upon in the characters here graven with a stylus of iron.

It’s on my wisiting cards sure enough (and it’s them that’s all o’ pink satin paper) that inny gintleman that plases may behould the intheristhing words, “Sir Pathrick O’Grandison, Barronitt, 39 Southampton Row, Russell Square, Parrish o’ Bloomsbury.” And shud ye be wantin to diskiver who is the pink of purliteness quite, and the laider of the hot tun in the houl city o’London — why it’s jist meself.