“The Golden Goose” | Fairy Tales and Other Traditional Stories | Grimm Brothers. There was a man who had three sons, the youngest of whom was considered very silly, and everybody used to mock him and make fun of him. The eldest son wanted to go and cut wood in the forest, and before he left home his mother prepared beautiful pancakes and a bottle of wine for him to take with him, so that he might not suffer from hunger or thirst. As he entered the forest he met a gray old man, who bade him “Good-morning,” and said: “Give me a little piece of cake out of your basket and a drop of wine out of your bottle, for I am very hungry and thirsty.” But the clever son replied: “What, give you my cake and my wine! Why, if I did, I should have none for myself. The young man began cutting down a tree, but it was not long before he made a false stroke: the axe slipped and cut his arm so badly that he was obliged to go home and have it bound up. Next day the second son went into the forest to cut wood, and his mother gave him a cake and a bottle of wine.
"S is for Shiftless Susanna" - a short story by Kathleen Norris. By Kathleen Norris "You look glorious. What's the special programme you've laid out for this morning, Sue? " said Susanna's husband, coming upon her in her rose garden early on a certain perfect October morning. "I feel glorious too" young Mrs. She finished fastening his rose, stepped back to survey it, and raised to his eyes her own joyous, honest blue eyes, which still were as candid as a nice child's. "You know, Jim," said Susanna, when they were presently sauntering with their load of roses toward the house and breakfast, "apropos of this new dress, I believe I put it on just because there was no real reason for it.
"I know, my darling," Jim said, a little gravely. "I don't believe a long, idle day will ever seem anything but a joyous holiday to me," she said now. "Well, you may as well get used to it," Jim told her smilingly. "Thayer himself? " "Go on, Jim," said Susanna, in suspense. "Jim, it doesn't say that! " "Liked you, you mean," Jim said, giving her the letter. "Sure. Fail her? Americanliterature.
By Langston Hughes "Thank You, Ma'am" is a American short story written by Langston Hughes. The story was published in 1958 and is not in the public domain. That's particularly unfortunate because not only is it a great example of the short story form in general, it's also one of those important short stories that carries great social value and has the ability to teach and instruct its readers. While we cannot publish the full text, fair use policy allows me to provide a summary and overview of the story.
The story features two characters; Roger and Mrs. They meet when Roger attempts to steal her purse as she is walking home late at night. "Um-hum! "No'm," said the boy. "Then it will get washed this evening," said the large woman starting up the street, dragging the frightened boy behind her. And with those simple lines, Hughes affects a magical transformation turning a tough old black woman into everyone's mother and a young hoodlum into everyone's friend, brother or son. Mrs. The Fall of the House of Usher by Edgar Allan Poe. By Edgar Allan Poe(published 1839) Son coeur est un luth suspendu; Sitot qu'on le touche il resonne. -De Beranger. DURING the whole of a dull, dark, and soundless day in the autumn of the year, when the clouds hung oppressively low in the heavens, I had been passing alone, on horseback, through a singularly dreary tract of country; and at length found myself, as the shades of the evening drew on, within view of the melancholy House of Usher.
I know not how it was --but, with the first glimpse of the building, a sense of insufferable gloom pervaded my spirit. I say insufferable; for the feeling was unrelieved by any of that half-pleasurable, because poetic, sentiment, with which the mind usually receives even the sternest natural images of the desolate or terrible. Nevertheless, in this mansion of gloom I now proposed to myself a sojourn of some weeks. Although, as boys, we had been even intimate associates, yet I really knew little of my friend. The Cask of Amontillado. By Edgar Allan Poe The Cask of Amontillado and the accompanying illustration by Harry Clarke were published in 1919 in Edgar Allan Poe'sTales of Mystery and Imagination. THE thousand injuries of Fortunato I had borne as I best could, but when he ventured upon insult I vowed revenge. You, who so well know the nature of my soul, will not suppose, however, that gave utterance to a threat. At length I would be avenged; this was a point definitely, settled --but the very definitiveness with which it was resolved precluded the idea of risk.
I must not only punish but punish with impunity. A wrong is unredressed when retribution overtakes its redresser. It is equally unredressed when the avenger fails to make himself felt as such to him who has done the wrong. It must be understood that neither by word nor deed had I given Fortunato cause to doubt my good will. He had a weak point --this Fortunato --although in other regards he was a man to be respected and even feared. "How? " "Amontillado! "