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 In desert and wilderness

Henryk Sienkiewicz, inspirado nas súas viaxes por África, escribe un fascinante libro onde relata as aventuras e experiencias de dous nenos durante unha viaxe a Jartum trala morte do xeneral Gordon. O relato narra as aventuras dos nenos no deserto situando ao lector na marabillosa contorna da natureza africana

   With fire and sword

En 1640, estala a guerra en Polonia. Liderados polo Hmyelnitzki Bohdan, os rebeldes vólvense contra a súa patria e únense aos invasores co fin de socavar a coroa. A rebelión crea o estado de Ucrania, pero tamén custa moitas vidas e estende a miseria por Europa. Os polacos son capturados polos rebeldes e vendidos como escravos. As terras agrícolas son destruídas e os patriotas creen que o país podería caer na ruína. Unha novela de guerra e paixóns comparada por algúns críticos literarios a Guerra e Paz.


Quo Vadis
 
Todo o transcurso da acción céntrase nos primeiros tempos do cristianismo. Aínda que o perfil dos personaxes non é demasiado profundo desde o punto de vista psicolóxico, o hábil desenvolvemento da trama así como a plasticidad e forza das descricións dotan de gran paixón a toda a narración. Unha novela histórica atrayente para calquera clase de público que recrea o tempo de esplendor dun imperio e o nacemento dunha relixión estendida por todo o mundo.


Whirlpools
 
Nun momento en que o Estado de Polonia era constantemente sometido á axitación política, Henryk Sienkiewicz escribe esta novela reflexo da situación na Europa da época 


 

 The Adventure of the Dying Detective
 Mrs. Hudson, the landlady of Sherlock Holmes, was a long-suffering woman. Not only was her first-floor flat invaded  at all hours by throngs of singular and often undesirable characters but her remarkable lodger showed an eccentricity  and irregularity in his life which must have sorely tried her patience. His incredible untidiness, his addiction to music  at strange hours, his occasional revolver practice within doors, his weird and often malodorous scientific experiments,  and the atmosphere of violence and danger which hung around him made him the very worst tenant in London. 

 
  His Last Bow
 
It was nine o'clock at night upon the second of August--the most terrible August in the history of the world. One might  have thought already that God's curse hung heavy over a degenerate world, for there was an awesome hush and a feeling  of vague expectancy in the sultry and stagnant air. The sun had long set, but one blood-red gash like an open wound lay  low in the distant west. Above, the stars were shining brightly, and below, the lights of the shipping glimmered in the bay.
 
  The Sign of the Four
 Sherlock Holmes took his bottle from the corner of the mantel-piece and his hypodermic syringe from its neat morocco case.
 With his long, white, nervous fingers he adjusted the delicate needle, and rolled back his left shirt-cuff. For some little time  his eyes rested thoughtfully upon the sinewy forearm and wrist all dotted and scarred with innumerable puncture-marks.
 Finally he thrust the sharp point home, pressed down the tiny piston, and sank back into the velvet-lined arm-chair with a  long sigh of satisfaction.
 
  The Valley of Fear
 "I am inclined to think—" said I.
 "I should do so," Sherlock Holmes remarked impatiently.  I believe that I am one of the most long-suffering of mortals; but I'll admit that I was annoyed at the sardonic interruption.
 "Really, Holmes," said I severely, "you are a little trying at times."  He was too much absorbed with his own thoughts to give any immediate answer to my remonstrance. He leaned upon his hand, with his untasted breakfast before him, and he stared at the slip of paper which he had just drawn from its envelope. Then he  took the envelope itself, held it up to the light, and very carefully studied both the exterior and the flap.
 

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by Dr. Radut