Excerpt: Now Pufty was a fat little chicken that looked so much like a ball of cotton that half the time Old Mother Hen couldn't tell whether it was Pufty out in the grass or only an old piece of white cloth blowing about in the wind...
Excerpt: One two three One little boy Two little boys Three little boys.
Socialism ; Working class
Towards the close of the First French Revolution, Joseph Leopold Sigisbert Hugo, son of a joiner at Nancy, and an officer risen from the ranks in the Republican army, married Sophie Trebuchet, daughter of a Nantes fitter-out of privateers, a Vendean royalist and devotee. Victor Marie Hugo, their second son, was born on the 26th of February, 1802, at Besancon, France. Though a weakling, he was carried, with his boy-brothers, in the train of their father through the south ...
Excerpt: Peter Rabbit was feeling decidedly cross for somehow it seemed that everything had gone wrong that day. In the first place his mother had been so grouchy when he returned from his visit to the beaver family.
Excerpt: Mother McGrew gave many sharp lessons to our animal friends and these stories and pictures tell how it happened to them and why...
Excerpt: Trotty seems a strange name for an old man, but it was given to Toby Veck because of his always going at a trot to do his errands; for he was a ticket porter,...
in Russian
Excerpt: I'm going to tell you a story that happened in Holland a country that lies far away across the big ocean.
Poetry
Excerpt: NOW does Spain's fleet her spacious wings unfold, // Leaves the New World and hastens for the old: // But though the wind was fair, they slowly swum // Freighted with acted guilt, and guilt to come: // For this rich load, of which so proud they are, // Was raised by tyranny, and raised for war; // Every capacious gallion's womb was filled, // With what the womb of wealthy kingdoms yield, // The New World's wounded entrails they had tore, // For wealth wherewith ...
Excerpt: WHAT may I do to make you glad, // To make you glad and free, // Till your light smiles glance, // And your bright eyes dance // Like sunbeams on the sea? // Read some rhyme that is blithe and gay, // Of a bright May morn and a marriage day? // And she sighed in a listless way she had, - // Do not read - it will make me sad! // What shall I do to make you glad - // To make you glad and gay...