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Nasr-en-din Hotza Funny Stories by Various
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
Two months. Claire only asked two more month from her ignorant husband to save her marriage from falling apart. She loved him too much to let him go. Hunter MacIntyre was reluctant that it would change anything between them. He could never bring himself to fall for Claire while his heart belonged to someone else. But he anyway agreed, and much to Claire's determination, it worked out between them. Hunter was slowly coming out of his aloofness and showing his tender side to her. However, on the much awaited day of their second marriage anniversary, Hunter abandoned her to be with his ex-girlfriend. "It was all a pretense to save myself from going through that wife-hunting shit again after our divorce, Claire. But now she's back. Sign the divorce papers and set me free. I want to be with the true love of my life." She bit back a curse and nodded sternly, "Fine! If that's what you want, I'll set you free. But don't come crawling back to me in the future. Because I won't accept you." Six months later, indeed he came back to her! Want to know what Claire did with her ex-husband? Start reading now;) Ps. At moments you'll hate Claire for her decisions, but trust me, every decision has a hidden motive behind it;) (Trigger warning: there might be scenes some may find heartbreaking/disturbing/annoying etc. Please beware. It's a work of fiction and purely meant for entertainment. If you can't handle betrayal, divorce, panic attacks, depression, etc than do not pick up this book. You've been warned! Rest others, who like a spicy story with lots of drama, welcome;)
Janice, the long-forgotten legitimate heiress, made her way back to her family, pouring her heart into winning their hearts. Yet, she had to relinquish her very identity, her academic credentials, and her creative works to her foster sister. In return for her sacrifices, she found no warmth, only deeper neglect. Resolute, Janice vowed to cut off all emotional bonds. Transformed, she now stood as a master of martial arts, adept in eight languages, an esteemed medical expert, and a celebrated designer. With newfound resolve, she declared, "From this day forward, no one in this family shall cross me."
The whispers said that out of bitter jealousy, Hadley shoved Eric's beloved down the stairs, robbing the unborn child of life. To avenge, Eric forced Hadley abroad and completely cut her off. Years later, she reemerged, and they felt like strangers. When they met again, she was the nightclub's star, with men ready to pay fortunes just to glimpse her elusive performance. Unable to contain himself, Eric blocked her path, asking, "Is this truly how you earn a living now? Why not come back to me?" Hadley's lips curved faintly. "If you’re eager to see me, you’d better join the queue, darling."
"Please believe me. I didn't do anything!" Thalassa Thompson cried helplessly. "Take her away." Kris Miller, her husband, said coldly. He didn't care as she was humiliated for the whole world to see. What would you if the love of your life and the woman you considered your best friend betrayed you in the worse way possible? For Thalassa, the answer was only one; she's going to come back stronger and better and bring everyone who made her suffer to their knees. Let the games begin! ***** "I hate you." Kris gritted out, glaring into her eyes. Thalassa laughed. "Mr Miller, if you hate me so much, then why is your dick so hard?"
"I heard you're going to marry Marcelo. Is this perhaps your revenge against me? It's very laughable, Renee. That man can barely function." Her foster family, her cheating ex, everyone thought Renee was going to live in pure hell after getting married to a disabled and cruel man. She didn't know if anything good would ever come out of it after all, she had always thought it would be hard for anyone to love her but this cruel man with dark secrets is never going to grant her a divorce because she makes him forget how to breathe.
Kaelyn devoted three years tending to her husband after a terrible accident. But once he was fully recovered, he cast her aside and brought his first love back from abroad. Devastated, Kaelyn decided on a divorce as people mocked her for being discarded. She went on to reinvent herself, becoming a highly sought-after doctor, a champion racer, and an internationally renowned architectural designer. Even then, the traitors sneered in disdain, believing Kaelyn would never find someone. But then the ex-husband’s uncle, a powerful warlord, returned with his army to ask for Kaelyn’s hand in marriage.
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