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Nasr-en-din Hotza Funny Stories by Various
Μια μ?ρα, ?να? χωρικ?? ?πιασε μιαν ?γρια χ?να, και την π?γε πεσκ?σι του Χ?τζα. Γιατ? ε?πε μ?σα του: ?Ποιο? ξ?ρει; ?νθρωπο? που ανακατε?εται με του? μεγ?λου? ε?νε, και μπορε?, καμμι? ?ρα, να τ?νε λ?βω αν?γκη!?
Ο Χ?τζα? δ?χτηκε με πολλ?? ευχαριστ?ε? το δ?ρο, περιποι?θηκε με τιμ? το δωρητ?, τ?νε φιλοξ?νησε στο σπ?τι του, εκε?νην τη ν?κτα, και μαζ? του ευφρ?νθηκε τη χ?να, που η γυνα?κα του την ε?χε κ?νη εξα?ρετη σο?πα.
?στερα απ? καμι? βδομ?δα, ? δυο, ο χωρικ?? ?τυχε να κατεβ? στην π?λι, κ' επειδ? τον πρ?λαβε η ν?χτα, π?γε στο σπ?τι του Χ?τζα και χτ?πησε την π?ρτα:
- Ποιο? ε?νε; ρ?τησε ο Χ?τζα?.
- Ε?μαι ο ?νθρωπο? που σο?φερε τη χ?να.
- Α! Κ?πιασε! Κ?πιασε!
Και πρ?θυμα του ?νοιξε την π?ρτα, και τον ?βαλε στον οντ? του και τον εφιλοξ?νησε με τι? ?διε? περιποι?σει? ?πω? και την πρ?τη φορ?. Γιατ? ε?πε μ?σα του: ?Ποιο? ξ?ρει; ?νθρωπο? φιλ?τιμο? φα?νεται: μπορε? να μου στε?λη και καν?να ?λλο πεσκ?σι απ' το χωρι?!?
?στερα απ? κ?μποσε? μ?ρε?, ?ρθαν, ?να βρ?δυ, στο σπ?τι του Χ?τζα μερικο? χωρι?τε?, και του ζ?τησαν φιλοξεν?α.
- Ποιοι ε?σθε σει?; ρ?τησε ο Χ?τζα?.
- Ε?μαστε οι γειτ?νοι του ανθρ?που που σο?φερε τη χ?να, απ?ντησαν εκε?νοι.
Ο Χ?τζα? του? δ?χτηκε με καλωσ?νη, του? ?βαλε κ' ?φαγαν, και του? κρ?τησε να κοιμηθο?ν στο σπ?τι του, τη ν?χτα. Μα, ?ταν, ?στερα απ? κ?μποσε? μ?ρε?, παρουσι?στηκαν κι' ?λλοι, κ' ε?παν: ?Ε?μαστε οι γειτ?νοι των γειτ?νων του ανθρ?που που σο?φερε τη χ?να!?, ο Χ?τζα? ε?πε μ?σα του: ?Βρε, το πρ?μμα, βλ?πω, π?ει κορδ?νι!? ?μω?, δε μ?λησε τ?ποτα, μ?νε του? ε?πε:
- Καλ?? ωρ?σατε, καλ?? ωρ?σατε! Κοπι?στε στ' αρχοντικ? μου!
Κι' αφο? του? κ?θισε στον οντ? του, κ' ?στρωσε το τραπ?ζι ?βαλε μπρο? στον καθ?να απ? ?να πι?το βαθ?, γεμ?το νερ?. Οι ξ?νοι, κοιτ?χτηκαν αναμεταξ? του? κ' ε?παν:
- Τι ε?νε το?το;
- Ε?νε η σο?πα τη? σο?πα? τη? χ?να?, καταδεχθ?τε την, φ?λοι μου! ε?πε ο Χ?τζα?.
Φυσικ?, εκε?νοι π?ρανε τα βρεμμ?να του? και φ?γανε κ' ?τσι ο Χ?ντζα? γλ?τωσε κι' απ' εκε?νον που το?φερε τη χ?να, κι' απ? του? οχληρο?? γειτ?νου? και παραγειτ?νου? ?εκε?νου που το?φερε τη χ?να?.
Le Tour du Monde; d'Alexandrette au coude de l'Euphrate by Various
It was a grand success. Every one said so; and moreover, every one who witnessed the experiment predicted that the Mermaid would revolutionize naval warfare as completely as did the world-famous Monitor. Professor Rivers, who had devoted the best years of his life to perfecting his wonderful invention, struggling bravely on through innumerable disappointments and failures, undaunted by the sneers of those who scoffed, or the significant pity of his friends, was so overcome by his signal triumph that he fled from the congratulations of those who sought to do him honour, leaving to his young assistants the responsibility of restoring the marvellous craft to her berth in the great ship-house that had witnessed her construction. These assistants were two lads, eighteen and nineteen years of age, who were not only the Professor's most promising pupils, but his firm friends and ardent admirers. The younger, Carlos West Moranza, was the only son of a Cuban sugar-planter, and an American mother who had died while he was still too young to remember her. From earliest childhood he had exhibited so great a taste for machinery that, when he was sixteen, his father had sent him to the United States to be educated as a mechanical engineer in one of the best technical schools of that country. There his dearest chum was his class-mate, Carl Baldwin, son of the famous American shipbuilder, John Baldwin, and heir to the latter's vast fortune. The elder Baldwin had founded the school in which his own son was now being educated, and placed at its head his life-long friend, Professor Alpheus Rivers, who, upon his patron's death, had also become Carl's sole guardian. In appearance and disposition young Baldwin was the exact opposite of Carlos Moranza, and it was this as well as the similarity of their names that had first attracted the lads to each other. While the young Cuban was a handsome fellow, slight of figure, with a clear olive complexion, impulsive and rash almost to recklessness, the other was a typical Anglo-Saxon American, big, fair, and blue-eyed, rugged in feature, and slow to act, but clinging with bulldog tenacity to any idea or plan that met with his favour. He invariably addressed his chum as "West," while the latter generally called him "Carol."
Young Folks Treasury, Volume 2 (of 12) by Various
Embracing a Flash-Light Sketch of the Holocaust, Detailed Narratives by Participants in the Horror, Heroic Work of Rescuers, Reports of the Building Experts as to the Responsibility for the Wholesale Slaughter of Women and Children, Memorable Fires of the Past, etc., etc.
Young Folks Treasury, Volume 3 (of 12) by Various
Natalie used to think she could melt Connor’s icy heart, but she was sorely mistaken. When at last she decided to leave, she discovered that she was pregnant. Even so, she chose to quietly leave his world, prompting Connor to mobilize all of his resources and expand his business to a global scale—all in a bid to find her. But there was no trace of Natalie. Connor slowly spiraled into madness, turning the city upside down and leaving chaos in his wake. Natalie finally surfaced years later, with wealth and power of her own, only to find herself entangled with Connor once again.
Madisyn was stunned to discover that she was not her parents' biological child. Due to the real daughter's scheming, she was kicked out and became a laughingstock. Thought to be born to peasants, Madisyn was shocked to find that her real father was the richest man in the city, and her brothers were renowned figures in their respective fields. They showered her with love, only to learn that Madisyn had a thriving business of her own. "Stop pestering me!" said her ex-boyfriend. "My heart only belongs to Jenna." "How dare you think that my woman has feelings for you?" claimed a mysterious bigwig.
On her wedding day, Khloe’s sister connived with her groom, framing her for a crime she didn’t commit. She was sentenced to three years in prison, where she endured much suffering. When Khloe was finally released, her evil sister used their mother to coerce Khloe into an indecent liaison with an elderly man. As fate would have it, Khloe crossed paths with Henrik, the dashing yet ruthless mobster who sought to alter the course of her life. Despite Henrik’s cold exterior, he cherished Khloe like no other. He helped her take retribution from her tormentors and kept her from being bullied again.
Three years ago, Cecilia was left battered and alone by the man she loved most, Alston, yet she bravely completed the wedding ceremony while pregnant. Three years later, although they were married, they grew apart over time. Cecilia focused on her career, no longer foolishly believing in love. But her transformation instantly threw Alston into a panic... And what is the secret from 11 years ago that Cecilia has always been reluctant to reveal? *** "She went to a law firm, met with a lawyer..." A lawyer? Is Cecilia suing someone? Who? Is there any recent litigation against the company? Alston suddenly chuckled coldly, "Who could she sue? I'm the CEO of this company. How come such a matter doesn't come to me first?" The assistant swallowed nervously, speaking softly, "Sir, there's no litigation against the company. She met with... a divorce lawyer."
Desperate to handle her grandmother's towering medical bills, Gianna agreed to a contract marriage with Tristan, the enigmatic man she'd once shared a one-night stand with. She assumed they'd fulfill each other's needs and dissolve the arrangement once the terms expired. Unbeknownst to Gianna, this marriage was a dream Tristan had clung to for ten relentless years. Certain she was just filling someone else's role, Gianna prepared to leave when that other woman returned. But Tristan, his eyes burning with unspoken emotion, seized her trembling hand and declared, "You’re mine. Now and always."
Rachel used to think that her devotion would win Brian over one day, but she was proven wrong when his true love returned. Rachel had endured it all—from standing alone at the altar to dragging herself to the hospital for an emergency treatment. Everyone thought she was crazy to give up so much of herself for someone who didn’t return her feelings. But when Brian received news of Rachel’s terminal illness and realized she didn’t have long to live, he completely broke down. "I forbid you to die!" Rachel just smiled. She no longer needed him. "I will finally be free."