Kate KharitonovainSstoriesStory #22 James Baldwin — Whittington and his CatI. THE CITY.May 29, 2017May 29, 2017
Kate KharitonovainSstoriesStory #21 George Orwell — Shooting an ElephantIn Moulmein, in Lower Burma, I was hated by large numbers of people — the only time in my life that I have been important enough for this…May 15, 2017May 15, 2017
Kate KharitonovainSstoriesStory #20 Virginia Woolf — A Haunted HouseWHATEVER hour you woke there was a door shunting. From room to room they went, hand in hand, lifting here, opening there, making sure — a…May 8, 2017May 8, 2017
Kate KharitonovainSstoriesStory #18 Clark Ashton Smith — The Ninth SkeletonIt was beneath the immaculate blue of a morning in April that I set out to keep my appointment with Guenevere. We had agreed to meet on…Apr 24, 2017Apr 24, 2017
Kate KharitonovainSstoriesStory #17 Ellis Parker Butler — Pigs Is PigsMike Flannery, the Westcote agent of the Interurban Express Company, leaned over the counter of the express office and shook his fist. Mr…Apr 17, 2017Apr 17, 2017
Kate KharitonovainSstoriesStory #16 Beatrix Potter — The Tale of Peter RabbitOnce upon a time there were four little Rabbits, and their names were — Flopsy, Mopsy, Cotton-tail, and Peter.Apr 11, 2017Apr 11, 2017
Kate KharitonovaStory #15 Guy de Maupassant — The SonThe two old friends were walking in the garden in bloom, where spring was bringing everything to life.Apr 3, 2017Apr 3, 2017
Kate KharitonovainSstoriesStory#14 Edith Wharton — April Showers“BUT Guy’s heart slept under the violets on Muriel’s grave.”Mar 27, 2017Mar 27, 2017
Kate KharitonovainSstoriesStory #13 H. H. Munro (Saki) — The Wolves of Cernogatz“Are they any old legends attached to the castle?” asked Conrad of his sister. Conrad was a prosperous Hamburg merchant, but he was the one…Mar 20, 2017Mar 20, 2017
