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Oliver Twist

Oliver Twist is born in a workhouse in a provincial town His mother has been found very sick in the street, and she gives birth to Oliver just before she dies Oliver is raised under the care of Mrs Mann and the beadle Mr Bumble in the workhouse When it falls to Oliver’s lot to ask for more food on behalf of all the starving children in the workhouse, he is trashed, and then apprenticed to an undertaker, Mr Sowerberry Another apprentice of Mr Sowerberry’s, Noah Claypole insults Oliver’s dead mother and the small and frail Oliver attacks him However, Oliver is punished severely, and he runs away to London Here he is picked up by Jack Dawkins or the Artful Dodger as he is called The Artful Dodger is a member of the Jew Fagin’s gang of boys Fagin has trained the boys to become pickpockets The Artful Dodger takes Oliver to Fagin’s den in the London slums, and Oliver, who innocently does not understand that he is among criminals, becomes one of Fagin’s boys
When Oliver is sent out with The Artful Dodger and another boy on a pickpocket expedition Oliver is so shocked when he realizes what is going on that he and not the two other boys are caught Fortunately, the victim of the thieves, the old benevolent gentleman, Mr Brownlow rescues Oliver from arrest and brings him to his house, where the housekeeper, Mrs Bedwin nurses him back to life after he had fallen sick, and for the first time in his life he is happy
However, with the help of the brutal murderer Bill Sikes and the prostitute Nancy Fagin kidnaps Oliver Fagin is prompted to do this by the mysterious Mr Monks Oliver is taken along on a burglary expedition in the country The thieves are discovered in the house of Mrs Maylie and her adopted niece, Rose, and Oliver is shot and wounded Sikes escapes Rose and Mrs Maylie nurse the wounded Oliver When he tells them his story they believe him, and he settles with them While living with Rose and Mrs Maylie Oliver one day sees Fagin and Monks looking at him in through a window Nancy discovers that Monks is plotting against Oliver for some reason, bribing Fagin to corrupt his innocence Nancy also learns that there is some kind of connection between Rose and Oliver; but after having told Rose’s adviser and friend Dr Losberne about it on the steps of London Bridge, she is discovered by Noah Claypole, who in the meantime has become a member of Fagin’s gang, and Sykes murders her On his frantic flight away from the crime Sykes accidentally and dramatically hangs himself Fagin and the rest of the gang are arrested Fagin is executed after Oliver has visited him in the condemned cell in Newgate Prison The Artful Dodger is transported after a court scene in which he eloquently defends himself and his class
Monks’ plot against Oliver is disclosed by Mr Brownlow Monks is Oliver’s half-brother seeking all of the inheritance for himself Oliver’s father’s will states that he will leave money to Oliver on the condition that his reputation is clean Oliver’s dead mother and Rose were sisters Monks receives his share of the inheritance and goes away to America He dies in prison there, and Oliver is adopted by Mr Brownlow

Sir Gawain and the Green Knight


It was New Year at the court of King Arthur The King, Queen and all the knights of the Round Table were celebrating Suddenly the door opened and everybody turned round A knight rode into the room on a magnificent horse The knight and his horse were completely green!
The strange green knight got off his horse and spoke `I know that King Arthur and his knights are famous for their bravery I have come to test their bravery with a little game Here Is my axe One of you brave knights must try to cut off my head But, next year, on the same day, t will try to do the same to that knight:
A brave and honest knight, Sir Gawain, stood up and said: ‘I will do it: With no hesitation, he took the axe and cut off the Green Knight’s head Then the strangest thing happened The Green Knight picked up his head, got on his horse and left the room!
Ten months later, Sir Gawain went off to find the Green Knight He came to a magnificent castle The lord of the castle invited him to stay for the New Year Sir Gawain and the lord made an agreement They agreed to give each other anything they received
The next day, the lord of the castle went out hunting Sir Gawain stayed in bed Suddenly, the lady of the castle, the lord’s wife, came into his room She was beautiful She kissed Sir Gawain
and then left When the lord of the castle returned, he gave Sir Gawatn a deer he had caught Sir Gawaln gave the lord a kiss
The next day the same thing happened On the third day, the lady of the castle kissed Sir Gawain and then gave him a special belt She said it would save his life Sir Gawain did not give the belt to the lord of the castle because he thought it might be useful when he went to see the Green Knight
On New Year’s day, Sir Gawain went to meet the Green Knight As they had agreed, the Green Knight took the axe He was going to cut off Sir Gawain’s head, when suddenly he stopped He tried a second time, but again stopped The third time, he cut Sir Gawain’s neck a little, but didn’t hurt him
Sir Gawain was angry He said: `Why did you try three times? We agreed only oncei’ The Green Knight told him that he was, in fact, the lord of the castle `i didn’t cut you the first two times because you were honest for two daysl But on the third day, you didn’t tell me about the belt So 1 had to cut you!’
Sir Gawain returned to King Arthur’s court He was sad because he had not been honest He decided to wear the belt around his neck for the rest of his life He told King Arthur: `When i become arrogant, I can look at the belt and remember that I am not a perfect knight`

Christmas Carol by Charles Dickens

It was Christmas EveEbenezer Scrooge was in his office, the office of Scrooge and Marley His clerk, poor Bob Cratchit, was working Suddenly, Scrooges young nephew came into the office`Hello uncle Merry Christmas!’ he said happily ‘Do
you want to come and have Christmas dinner with us tomorrow?’ ‘Christmas?’ Scrooge replied `Bah! Humbug!’ Scrooge hated Christmas and he refused his nephew’s invitation for dinner on Christmas Day His nephew went away Later two men came to the office, asking for money for the poor `Bah! Are there no prisons for these people?’ Scrooge refused to give even a penny
Tlıen, when it was time to close the office, Bııh Cratchit asked for the day off, because it was Christmas
`All right,’ Scrooge said, `but he here early the next morning!’
That evening Scrooge was sitting in front of his fire at lıoıne when, suddenly, lie saw a ghost in front of lıinı ‘Who are YOU?’ Scrooge asked nervously
`In life, I was Jacob Marley, your partner I am wearing these chains and I can never be in peace, because when I lived, I only thought about money But I am here to help you You
have a chance to escape my terrible destiny Tonight three ghosts will visit you’ Then the ghost of Marle}• disappeared
Scrooge went to bed and fell asleep But in the night lie woke tip The figure of a strange old man appeared near his bed
`I am the Ghost of Christmas Past Of your past,’ it told Scrooge The ghost took Scrooge to scenes of
Christmases from the past In one scene Scrooge saw himself as a boy at school l ie was reading a
book All the other boys had gone home for Christmas In another scene Scrooge saw himself as a young man
He was talking to his girlfriend, who he didn’t marry because she didn’t have any money Scrooge began to feel sadder and sadder ‘Stop! Show me no more!’ he cried Finally the ghost brought him home and Scrooge fell asleep again Later that night, Scrooge woke up again `I am the Ghost of Christmas Present LAx)k at me!’ said the second ghost, laughing He was a large man with a beard, wearing a green robe He took Scrooge to the house of Bob Cratchit and his fiunily It was cold in the house and &ıh and his family were sitting around a very small Christmas pudding
`What a wonderful pudding Merry Christmas everyone!’ cried Bob
Scrooge felt sad, because he could see how poor the Cratchits »•ere: Bob’s smallest child, Tiny Tim, was weak and ill The ghost finally took Scrooge to a very poor area of London There were two poor children out in the street
`Can’t »•e do something to help these children?’ he asked the ghost, who repeated what Scrooge had said before
`Are there no prisons'’ The ghost laughed and disappeared
Then, the third ghost appeared He was dressed in black and looked …
`Are you the Ghost of Christmas Future?’ Scrooge asked nervously
Tlıe ghost did not answer It took Scrooge and showed lıiı» scenes of the future In one, people were talking ahuııt Scrooge,-, death, bur not one person was unhappy about it The ghost also took him to the Cratchit family The family was very sad The little boy, Tiny Tıııı, had died
The next morning, Scrooge opened his window and asked, What day is it today!
`Why sir, it’s Christmas Day,’ replied a Young boy in the street
Scrooge was very happy He gave money to the boy to buy an enormous turkey for the Cratchit family Then he went out into the street
`Merry Christmas! Merry Christmas!’ He wished everybody he saw Merry Christmas He met the man who had asked for money for the poor and gave him a large sum of money Scrooge then went and visited his nephew and had the best Christmas dinner in his life The next day he went to his office early He waited for Bob Cratchit
‘You are late!’ said Scrooge in an angry voice
`Yes, I’m very sorry …’ replied poor Bob
`In that case, I’m afraid I’m going to … increase your salary! Merry Christmas, Bob!’
From that day, Scrooge was the happiest man in the world He gave money to the poor He helped &ıh Cratchit’s family
And people always said of him: ‘He knew how to celebrate Christmas’

The Thief by Fyodor Dostoevsky


One morning, just as I was about to leave for my place of employment, Agrafena (my cook, laundress, and housekeeper all in one person) entered my room, and, to my great astonishment, started a conversationShe was a quiet, simple-minded woman, who during the whole six years of her stay with me had never spoken more than two or three words daily, and that in reference to my dinner — at least, I had never heard her
“I have come to you, sir,” she suddenly began, “about the renting out of the little spare room”
“What spare room?”
“The one that is near the kitchen, of course; which should it be?”
“Why?”
“Why do people generally take lodgers? Because”
“But who will take it?”
“Who will take it! A lodger, of course! Who should take it?”
“But there is hardly room in there, mother mine, for a bed; it will be too cramped How can one live in it?”
“But why live in it! He only wants a place to sleep in; he will live on the window-seat”
“What window-seat?”
“How is that? What window-seat? As if you did not know! The one in the hall He will sit on it and sew, or do something else But maybe he will sit on a chair; he has a chair of his own — and a table also, and everything”
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“A nice, worldly-wise man I will cook for him and will charge him only three rubles in silver a month for room and board —–”
At last, after long endeavor, I found out that some elderly man had talked Agrafena into taking him into the kitchen as lodger When Agrafena once got a thing into her head that thing had to be; otherwise I knew I would have no peace On those occasions when things did go against her wishes, she immediately fell into a sort of brooding, became exceedingly melancholy, and continued in that state for two or three weeks During this time the food was invariably spoiled, the linen was missing, the floors unscrubbed; in a word, a lot of unpleasant things happened I had long ago become aware of the fact that this woman of very few words was incapable of forming a decision, or of coming to any conclusion based on her own thoughts; and yet when it happened that by some means there had formed in her weak brain a sort of idea or wish to undertake a thing, to refuse her permission to carry out this idea or wish meant simply to kill her morally for some time And so, acting in the sole interest of my peace of mind, I immediately agreed to this new proposition of hers
“Has he at least the necessary papers, a passport, or anything of the kind?”
“How then? Of course he has A fine man like him — who has seen the world — He promised to pay three rubles a month”
On the very next day the new lodger appeared in my modest bachelor quarters; but I did not feel annoyed in the least — on the contrary, in a way I was glad of it I live a very solitary, hermit-like life I have almost no acquaintance and seldom go out Having led the existence of a moor-cock for ten years, I was naturally used to solitude But ten, fifteen years or more of the same seclusion in company with a person like Agrafena, and in the same bachelor dwelling, was indeed a joyless prospect Therefore, the presence of another quiet, unobtrusive man in the house was, under these circumstances, a real blessing
Agrafena had spoken the truth: the lodger was a man who had seen much in his life From his passport it appeared that he was a retired soldier, which I noticed even before I looked at the passport
As soon as I glanced at him, in fact
Astafi Ivanich, my lodger, belonged to the better sort of soldiers, another thing I noticed as soon as I saw him We liked each other from the first, and our life flowed on peacefully and comfortably The best thing was that Astafi Ivanich could at times tell a good story, incidents of his own life In the general tediousness of my humdrum existence, such a narrator was a veritable treasure Once he told me a story which has made a lasting impression upon me; but first the incident which led to the story
Once I happened to be left alone in the house, Astafi and Agrafena having gone out on business Suddenly I heard some one enter, and I felt that it must be a stranger; I went out into the corridor and found a man of short stature, and notwithstanding the cold weather, dressed very thinly and without an overcoat
“What is it you want?”
“The Government clerk Alexandrov? Does he live here?”
“There is no one here by that name, little brother; good day”
“The porter told me he lived here,” said the visitor, cautiously retreating toward the door
“Go on, go on, little brother; be off!”
Soon after dinner the next day, when Astafi brought in my coat, which he had repaired for me, I once more heard a strange step in the corridor I opened the door
The visitor of the day before, calmly and before my very eyes, took my short coat from the rack, put it under his arm, and ran out
Agrafena, who had all the time been looking at him in open-mouthed surprise through the kitchen door, was seemingly unable to stir from her place and rescue the coat But Astafi Ivanich rushed after the rascal, and, out of breath and panting, returned empty-handed The man had vanished as if the earth had swallowed him
“It is too bad, really, Astafi Ivanich,” I said “It is well that I have my cloak left Otherwise the scoundrel would have put me out of service altogether”
But Astafi seemed so much affected by what had happened that as I gazed at him I forgot all about the theft He could not regain his composure, and every once in a while threw down the work which occupied him, and began once more to recount how it had all happened, where he had been standing, while only two steps away my coat had been stolen before his very eyes, and how he could not even catch the thief Then once more he resumed his work, only to throw it away again, and I saw him go down to the porter, tell him what had happened, and reproach him with not taking sufficient care of the house, that such a theft could be perpetrated in it When he returned he began to upbraid Agrafena Then he again resumed his work, muttering to himself for a long time — how this is the way it all was — how he stood here, and I there, and how before our very eyes, no farther than two steps away, the coat was taken off its hanger, and so on In a word, Astafi Ivanich, though he knew how to do certain things, worried a great deal over trifles
“We have been fooled, Astafi Ivanich,” I said to him that evening, handing him a glass of tea, and hoping from sheer ennui to call forth the story of the lost coat again, which by dint of much repetition had begun to sound extremely comical
“Yes, we were fooled, sir It angers me very much though the loss is not mine, and I think there is nothing so despicably low in this world as a thief They steal what you buy by working in the sweat of your brow — Your time and labor — The loathsome creature! It sickens me to talk of it — pfui! It makes me angry to think of it How is it, sir, that you do not seem to be at all sorry about it?”
“To be sure, Astafi Ivanich, one would much sooner see his things burn up than see a thief take them It is exasperating!”

Half-Brothers by Elizabeth Gaskell

My mother was twice married She never spoke of her first husband, and it is only from other people that I have learnt what little I know about him I believe she was scarcely seventeen when she was married to him: and he was barely one-and-twenty He rented a small farm up in Cumberland, somewhere towards the sea-coast; but he was perhaps too young and inexperienced to have the charge of land and cattle: anyhow, his affairs did not prosper, and he fell into ill health, and died of consumption before they had been three years man and wife, leaving my mother a young window of twenty, with a little child only just able to walk, and the farm on her hands for four years more by the lease, with half the stock on it dead, or sold off one by one to pay the more pressing debts, and with no money to purchase more, or even to buy the provisions needed for the small consumption of every day There was another child coming, too; and sad and sorry, I believe, she was to think of it A dreary winter she must have had in her lonesome dwelling with never another near it for miles around;

My Old Man by Ernest Hemingway

I guess looking at it, now, my old man was cut out for a fat guy, one of those regular little roly fat guys you see around, but he sure never got that way, except a little toward the last, and then it wasn’t his fault, he was riding over the jumps only and he could afford to carry plenty of weight thenI remember the way he’d pull on a rubber shirt over a couple of jerseys and a big sweat shirt over that, and get me to run with him in the forenoon in the hot sun He’d have, maybe, taken a trial trip with one of Raz-zo’s skins early in the morning after just getting in from Torino at four o’clock in the morning and beating it out to the stables in a cab and then with the dew all over everything and the sun just starting to get going, I’d help him pull off his boots and he’d get into a pair of sneakers and all these sweaters and we’d start out
“Come on, kid,” he’d say, stepping up and down on his toes in front of the jock’s dressing room, “let’s get moving”
Then we’d start off jogging around the infield once, maybe, with him ahead, running nice, and then turn out the gate and along one of those roads with all the trees along both sides of them that run out from San Siro I’d go ahead of him when we hit the road and I could run pretty stout and I’d look around and he’d be jogging easy just behind me and after a little while I’d look around again and he’d begun to sweat Sweating heavy and he’d just be dogging it along with his eyes on my back, but when he’d catch me looking at him he’d grin and say, “Sweating plenty?” When my old man grinned, nobody could help but grin too We’d keep right on running out toward the mountains and then my old man would yell, “Hey, Joe!” and I’d look back and he’d be sitting under a tree with a towel he’d had around his waist wrapped around his neck
I’d come back and sit down beside him and he’d pull a rope out of his pocket and start skipping rope out in the sun with the sweat pouring off his face and him skipping rope out in the white dust with the rope going cloppetty, cloppetty, clop, clop, clop, and the sun hotter, and him working harder up and down a patch of the road Say, it was a treat to see my old man skip rope, too He could whirr it fast or lop it slow and fancy Say, you ought to have seen wops look at us sometimes, when they’d come by, going into town walking along with big white steers hauling the cart They sure looked as though they thought the old man was nuts He’d start the rope whirring till they’d stop dead still and watch him, then give the steers a cluck and a poke with the goad and get going again