The most interesting and important event for the boys of the old, already semi-derelict school of the small town was going to the movies and the following discussion of the new film. But most had rarely the opportunity to go to the cinema and everyone who was lucky to see a new film retold for days again and again the contents until all the others knew the whole movie by heart without seeing it themselves. Especially the younger pupils lacked the money, but even the older ones had often not enough to by a ticket. Because for a ticket one had to pay twenty kopeks, otherwise one could not enter the cinema....

The book keeper of the hospital of a small provincial town came one day home very tired. He had not the least desire to have dinner and so he decided to lay down at once and to sleep. In recent years it often happened, that he, after coming home in the evening, had dinner and immediately went to bed without a word to his already grown up children or his wife. She became more and more grumpy in view of his seclusion. He only wanted to sleep, to sleep soundly till daybreak of the next and probably again undesirably day which he always impatiently anticipated, only to immerse again in his coma. For any reason he remembered this evening his childhood in a state between vigil and slumber....

An intriguing short story about solving the mystery of the cosmos and the metaphorical identity of Kafka's and Shakespeare's mistress.

This collection contains five short stories by Jan Willemson (in Estonian).

Külaline Naine Sina Surmapäev Teater

Αναμνήσεις του Ιταλού θεατρικού συγγραφέα Κάρλο Γκολντόνι (1707-1793) από τη ζωή και το έργο του. Έναρξη δευτέρου μέρους. This is the begining of the second part of the Memoirs of the Italian playwright Carlo Goldoni (1707-1793) translated into greek by Christos Alexandridis....

Avez-vous été jamais pris dans une dimension déformée de l’espace-temps ? Si c’est le cas, cette histoire vous rappellera peut-être des souvenirs lointains. Sinon, vous serez au moins prévenu et armé pour affronter une telle expérience. Mais attention : si vous tentez de sortir de cette situation grâce à votre raisonnement rationnel, préparez-vous à des moments difficiles à vivre....

Lorsqu’il atteignit l’immeuble, personne ne l’attendait. Le soleil de l’après-midi brûlait la rue, mais heureusement l’entrée se trouvait du côté ombragé. Il poussa un soupir de soulagement en s’asseyant sur les marches en pierre fraîches du seuil. Il devait rencontrer quelqu’un ici, mais la chaleur et la marche dans les rues poussiéreuses avaient embrouillé son esprit et sa mémoire. Avec un peu de chance, ce repos à l’ombre l’aiderait à recouvrer ses sens. Il songeait encore à son état lorsqu’il entendit une voix tout près de lui. - Bonjour, je suis Claudine Bertin, ravie de vous connaître. Je suis contente que vous ayez pu venir. - Tout le plaisir est pour moi, Mademoiselle Bertin. - S’il vous plaît, appelez-moi Claudine. - D’accord, pas de problème. Alors vous m’appellerez Jean-Hubert. Il se leva et serra la main tendue. C’était une surprise agréable de voir cette jeune femme énergique alors qu’il s’attendait à rencontrer un agent immobilier chauve et grisonnant, épais et fade. Il eut cependant une sensation légèrement désagréable en touchant sa main. Sa peau était froide et rêche, un surprenant cont...

"L'appartement" - une nouvelle.

Los recuerdos se agolpan, abriendo paso como abre un cuchillo la piel: ¿cómo traer de vuelta el pasado sin que regrese el dolor? ¿Cómo justificar la traición, el olvido, el abandono, sin importar la causa, los motivos?...

Pero entre los gritos ella no entiende su nombre, no descifra el "¡Tita, Tita!", conque la interpelan sobre la algarabía del chaparrón, en tanto su hija la tira de la mano, porque un auto sube la cuesta y de ella desciende un espectro que es copia del pasado: el cabello rojizo y una mirada amarilla con una mujer y dos niñas de trenzas negras detrás, y su hija se detiene en su tirón, antes de gritar, conforme sus ojos oscilan hacia el diluvio que nubla la visión, la tierra mojada que rechaza los golpes del líquido ajeno, la tierra endurecida que no sabe ahora, como no supo aquel lejano día aceptar de inmediato el agua, como ella, como la tierra que no se abrió ni se abre como ella ni como la piel cuando la traza un machete afilado. No, piensa, la tierra no otorga de inmediato su complacencia al arado, incluso si ha sido largo tiempo abandonada; no es como ella, entregada al cuerpo oloroso que la extendió sobre el catre y la penetró en un mutuo gemido que fue como un sacrificio ritual, dos cuerpos sudorosos por el calor de la tarde que permanecieron tendidos, mientras la tarde caía y ella pensaba en Ramiro sin pensar en su propio c...

Αναμνήσεις του Ιταλού θεατρικού συγγραφέα Κάρλο Γκολντόνι (1707-1793) από τη ζωή και το έργο του. This is the first part of the Memoirs of the Italian playwright Carlo Goldoni (1707-1793) translated into greek by Christos Alexandridis...

Relatos de terror y misterio sobre el inframundo.

Hay días en que sólo el viento sopla y la pampa es como un mar de sal que arde en llamas y por los caminitos van los sabaneros siguiendo las reses y en las casas están sus mujeres gordas de brazos oscuros que amamantan sus críos llorones, como si adivinaran, en esas llanuras, que de la soledad a la que han nacido condenados sólo hay una manera de salir. El sol alfiletea los ojos y las pieles son rojas y los labios partidos, y hay gente que dice que los cholos en esta tierra son más hijos de África que de Niyatl, porque hubo un tiempo en que los hombres fueron embarcados a la fuerza por otros de tez más clara para una guerra contra un príncipe que se sentaba en un trono de oro macizo, y los que vinieron en su lugar eran hombres de cabellos apretados y voces duras de hierro, que cantaban a la noche con un dulce quejido. Pero esa historia es vieja y ya casi no se recuerda más que en la brisa fresca de las tardes de fin de año, cuando se habla de cómo antes, con el sol moribundo del equinoccio septentrional que se vive en estas latitudes, se daba lugar a temores más básicos y los nativos corrían a los lupanares y a las iglesias porq...

Kertomuksia arkipäivän outoudesta ja muistojen hauraudesta.

Kirgisian galaksi Suurosen ikkuna Taakenham Igor Jermanni Leinoska Provencen pataa Bakeliitin suku Lago Ardan Tilapäistyttö

At Sea is a series of short stories set in London (mainly East) with a wide array of characters, some of whom were born in London, some are visiting and some can't leave. From the struggling Glaswegian artist who boards the train to his ex-girlfriends birthday party in the country to the young mother who can't leave her past behind her and the devout, Nigerian, churchgoer who cleans her place of worship with conviction and everything in between, At Sea casts characters from diverse backgrounds with hopes and fears but keeps them together in the hothouse that is a city of 8 million....

Hilary's Birthday Bus Stop The Interpreters The Garden Mercy Glass Rose

This novel is based on the plot that describes the life of a young lady having worked as Assistant Professor at the University level. These days, she is engaged by a Trust, interested in promoting `mental illumination through peace of mind and self-confidence. She is going places to deliver lectures, keep in mind the aims of the organization as well as the composition of the audiences. In fact, since her infancy she is on the move from one part of India to another, even having no idea of the identity of the couple who parented her. Having been reared up by a domestic maid, she was obliged to inherit this type of job to earn for her livelihood. The onset of puberty in the proximity of unrelated men was to be withstood with caution and care for her chastity. These tours of lecturing around, once make her find a known lady in her audience in Delhi. This incident opens her the way to meet many people in this big city and take her to the person who fathered her. Here, she also gets the truthful information about her mother....

Dear Madhu Ji, On my way back home I recapitulated, as my routine exercise, the discussions at the Coffee House. Can you recall the reaction of Mr Malik to Lal's outburst against the final outcome of Dhananjay Chakrovarty's legal battle to ward off the Capital punishment pronounced on him for rape and murder of a minor girl, when he himself was just 21 years? ……………..." I suppose Mr. Malik came out with some amusing retort, which made almost the entire group at the table giggle and I could not make out anything but only observe Mr. Malik move towards the toilets. Respected Sir, I clearly heard your `Guruji`, I mean Mr Malik, murmur aloud, “Is there any punishment available to your civilized society to punish an errant woman who voluntarily and actively seduces and commits rape on an innocent, uninitiated and in the prime of his youth?” “Do you mean a rape amongst a Lesbian fraternity?” Mr. Lal Singh speaks out smilingly. Mr. Malik simply hung his head down and spoke in his normal pitch, “I mean, on a companion belonging to the opposite sex.” Having uttered these words Guruji peacefully got up and moved in a gentle pace towards pu...

This story whirls around plot that opens up when two ex-classmates happen to meet inadvertently, one on his official duty, while the other on past-time, enjoying holiday touring alone. Their next meeting, brings a female classfellow of theirs at the hill-station to make them enjoy one another’s company. This re-union continues to grow further during the years that follow. The author portrays just an account of certain events taking shape in the social sectors of these persons, making, breaking or remaking a marriage based on the choice of the persons involved into matrimony. ...

Hemant's intention in going to the H.P.T.D.C. hotel was, at the moment, influenced by the desire to meet Mr. Manmeet Malhotra, the manager. He also wanted thereby to express his gratitude to Mr. Malhotra who had arranged accommodation for him last night. Hemant was already under obligation of Mr Malhotra for his kind and affectionate treatment of Hemant when three years ago Hemant happened to meet him at the H.P.T.D.C. hotel at Manali where Manmeet Malhotra was working as an Astt Manager, those days. They were seeing each other after almost a decade since their graduation as students of S.R.C.C., Delhi. …………………….. "Well, how is `Bhabhiji`?" Hemant asked. For a few moments Manmeet held up his tongue tightly and only stared at Hemant with a smile on his face. Hemant thought that he had made a mistake. Perhaps, Triplem is still a bachelor like him. "But when I met him in Manali, he had told me that he had got married only three months before.” But Manmeet was quick enough to read the signs of perplexity in his friend's face and lost no time in explaining his position. ……………. He was not interested in knowing more about Ma...

This moderately sized novel opens before the reader, with an episode that took place when, after having driven over a hundred kilometers relating to the pleasure trip from Delhi to Kosani,a tourist resort situated in the Kumayun Hills a range of the Himalayas in the North of India, being undertaken by a group of very intimate three unwed oldies, all retired college teachers, when one of them is accosted by the owner of the roadside `Dhaba` (an indigenous restaurant) where they had halted for refreshment. It triggers one of them to recall his boyhood days. Again, at their destination, the other one is accosted by an ex-girlfriend of his, in the distant past. The `trio` who are given to such type of tours, happen to meet two other ladies, while staying in a very beautiful zone of Goa. Here, each of these women have had been connected with either of the two other Professors, who hasn’t yet met any such female pupil of his, during the various other tours, undertaken by them the `trio` till then. These chance meetings brings forth during the next few years, a bond of a purpose for a meaningful solidarity, eventually turning int...

Three chronic bachelors, on their way to Kosani (Kumayun Hills), have just completed their breakfast at a roadside modern `Dhaba` and the cashier for this solid group of three looks towards his companions, as if to seek their consent to signal the `boy` to bring the bill. So, in a broader sense, we used to be treating each other as `neighbour`, during those days. He is younger to me by a couple of years, but his physique and mannerism suggested his equaling me in age. Of course, he always remained conscious of my superiority, because at that point of time, I already had schooling for seven years, whereas he was thoroughly illiterate. …………………. Kundan happened to be the only `writer` available, had a brisk business almost for a fortnight. "I think that it was here that I actually began to earn for months at a run. One day, my earnings went to as high as Five Rupees and 14 Annas, I decided to place it before my mother, instead of handing it over to my father, as usual. …………. "Well, Khanna Ji, how long you had to work with this medico, before resuming your interrupted schooling?" This question was asked by Mr Nepali. "Of...

Libro de poemas

Na pureza como na fermosura agacha o desprezo polo evidente -o evidente nace cando morre a inocencia- En la pureza como en la hermosura se esconde el desprecio por lo evidente -lo evidente nace cuando muere la inocencia- ...

Aye, art thou among the misguided creatures this world doth call writers? Then, my child, This waifling of a booklet is for thee……

A series of poems written during 2015.

The setting of this novel is Nicaragua in the 1970's, a Central American country impoverished by a cruel dictatorship and a devastating earthquake that destroyed Managua, the capital city. A young teenager, whose parents perished during the earthquake, moves to a rural community to rebuild her life, helping a Christian peasant community....

Dedicated to Toni Morrison, Maya Angelou, William Faulkner and James Joyce, this new novel (2016) has been praised by many readers as a post-modern 21st century classic. Structured as a triptych (a painting with Three Panels), it is an intriguing novel about an English Literature teacher being locked up by a sculptor and the strange events of their lives. It is rich in metaphors and filled with symbolic significance on the meaning of life and the importance of the Arts. It has been positively compared to the best writings of Toni Morrison, Maya Angelou, William Faulkner and James Joyce. Acclaimed by teachers of literature as a 21st century classic treasured by lovers of literature and the arts for years to come....

In 1999 in Valentina, California, a young man named Will Herrera, whose inability to control his methamphetamine use leads him to join a recovery program, there befriends Rodney Toth, an older recovering addict with a similar history. When Will and Rodney learn that Keiko Tsuhara, a young woman with whom Will is infatuated, is being battered by her boyfriend, their well-intended plot to avenge her goes awfully wrong. In five chapters, the novel explores the minds and histories of the characters, particularly Will’s, as they seek to understand how to know, and do, what is right....