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Staley Fleming's Hallucination. Ambrose Bierce
Every night Staley Fleming wakes and sees in his room, intently watching him, a big black Newfoundland dog.
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Jupiter And The Monkey by Aesop
There was once a baby show among the Animals in the forest. Jupiter provided the prize. Of course all the proud mammas from far and near brought their babies. But none got there earlier than Mother Monkey. Proudly she presented her baby among the other contestants.
As you can imagine, there was quite a laugh when the Animals saw the ugly flat-nosed, hairless, pop-eyed little creature.
"Laugh if you will," said the Mother Monkey. "Though Jupiter may not give him the prize, I know that he is the prettiest, the sweetest, the dearest darling in the world."
Mother love is blind.
The Chaplet. Saki
Revealing the dangers of mixing good food and popular music.
Read 8 mins
General Washington's Negro Body-Servant. (A Biographical Sketch) Mark Twain
The death of a exemplary servant is widely reported.
Read 8 mins
Hercules And The Wagoner by Aesop
A Farmer was driving his wagon along a miry country road after a heavy rain. The horses could hardly drag the load through the deep mud, and at last came to a standstill when one of the wheels sank to the hub in a rut.
The farmer climbed down from his seat and stood beside the wagon looking at it but without making the least effort to get it out of the rut. All he did was to curse his bad luck and call loudly on Hercules to come to his aid. Then, it is said, Hercules really did appear, saying:
"Put your shoulder to the wheel, man, and urge on your horses. Do you think you can move the wagon by simply looking at it and whining about it? Hercules will not help unless you make some effort to help yourself."
And when the farmer put his shoulder to the wheel and urged on the horses, the wagon moved very readily, and soon the Farmer was riding along in great content and with a good lesson learned.
Self help is the best help.
Heaven helps those who help themselves.
The Open Window. Saki
Frankly, Framton Nuttel doubted whether these formal visits on a succession of total strangers would do much towards helping his nerve cure.
Read 7 mins
A Wicked Woman. Jack London
A young woman is forced to reveal the terrible sin she has committed.
Read 13 min
Даже если вы не видите здесь "Звёздную ночь" и "Подсолнухи", то всё равно сложно не узнать Ван Гога. Он один из немногих со своим неповторимым стилем, если не единственный.
Сегодня у нас пейзажи Ван Гога. Невероятные, сочные, поразительные! Признаюсь, парочка из них висит у меня дома (репродукции, конечно).
Сегодня для меня Ван Гог это депрессант. Я могу очень долго разглядывать его шедевры. Успокаивает. Попробуйте.
Если вам этого десятка мало, то приходите на канал который посвящён только Ван Гогу: t.me/vincent_vangog — там тысяча картин.
The Idea. Ronita Sinha
Sitting on the plane to Chicago, Mila wondered when exactly the idea had taken hold of her. Did the idea have an infancy or a childhood, or did it ground itself in the soil of her imagination like a full-grown poison tree?
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The Bet. Anton Chekhov
Grief has a sobering effect on a drunkard craftsman as he takes his sick wife to hospital during a blizzard.
Read 12 min
Was it Night-time? Nigel Vear
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The Crimson Candle. Ambrose Bierce
A man lying at the point of death called his wife to his bedside and said:
"I am about to leave you forever; give me, therefore, one last proof of your affection and fidelity, for, according to our holy religion, a married man seeking admittance at the gate of Heaven is required to swear that he has never defiled himself with an unworthy woman. In my desk you will find a crimson candle, which has been blessed by the High Priest and has a peculiar mystical significance. Swear to me that while it is in existence you will not remarry."
The Woman swore and the Man died. At the funeral the Woman stood at the head of the bier, holding a lighted crimson candle till it was wasted entirely away.
@one_story
The Man Who Met Zen. Tommy DeJosia
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The Lover. James Wood
A resting model finds her privacy invaded by a young man and a very particular piece of poetry.
Read 11 min
Misconnect by Isabel Miles
Doris knew exactly why she'd survived. Like her physicist mother and other members of the scientific, military and political elites, she'd been in an immersion tank when the bombs started falling.
Read 20 min
They're Made out of Meat.
Terry Bisson
Terry Ballantine Bisson (born February 12, 1942) is an American science fiction and fantasy author best known for his short stories including "Bears Discover Fire", which won the Hugo award and the Nebula award and "They're Made Out of Meat".
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http://telegra.ph/Theyre-Made-out-of-Meat-Terry-Bisson-07-16
Как создать сильный текст?
Какие ошибки совершали классики?
Как осознанно погружаться в чтение?
Филолога, писателя, учителя, художника и всех их друзей - разбросало по разным континентам, и они объединились, чтобы читать и писать онлайн. Так возник Переплёт - сообщество небезразличных к текстам и искусству.
Раз в неделю они собираются в зуме поговорить о литературе. А в канале общаются, пишут этюды, узнают новые имена, слушают музыку, смотрят красивые картинки. Основная задача - не расклеиться: /channel/pereplet_tg
Прекрасный канал про современное искусство 💎
ART FLASH очень доступно рассказывают о таком сложном contemporary art, берут интервью у художников и экспертов рынка, ходят чуть ли не на все московские открытия и делают полезные подборки.
Из того, что зацепило наших подписчиков:
💎 Открытие ART BASEL в Париже
💎 Очередное нападение на арт-объект
💎 Куда сходить на этих выходных?
Подписывайтесь, чтобы стать ближе к миру современного искусства✨
➡️ ➡️➡️ ART FLASH MAGAZINE
Дорогие мои! Я знаю как вы любите этот канал. И вы и я знаете за что мы так его любим.
Но хочу напомнить вам ещё вот о чём.
У нас есть закрытый канал. После того как вы подпишетесь, вы не только увидите много картин, которые не всегда можно размещать публично из-за своего, более чем, откровенного содержания.
Подписавшись, Вы не только поддержите свой любимый канал и поможете продолжать работать для вас и впредь.
Но вы прежде всего получите много эстетического удовольствия. Что в наше тревожное время, наверное, самый лучший подарок самому себе всего за 61 рубль в месяц (1 евро).
Вот как подключиться:
1. Нажмите на ссылку, а там "подать заявку" — t.me/+q6yQGni2_ONkMTAy
2. Вам придёт приглашение от официального бота @donate.
3. Перейдите в диалог с ботом и там оплатите с любой карты в валюте вашей страны. И наслаждайтесь.
Не медлите, всего 61 рубль (1 евро) — жмите по ссылке, пока вход открыт: /channel/+q6yQGni2_ONkMTAy
A Drama of Our Time. Fernando Sorrentino
Relaxing at home, Fernando spots an attractive young woman on the balcony opposite.
Read 11 mins
Squirrel. Iain Grant
Revolution at Ramsay and Co when Mr Ramsey appoints a new managing director.
Read 11 min
The Green Wagon. Norm Scanlon
Grandma Mason had taken guardianship of Joey after his parents perished in an unspeakable tragedy earlier that year. Joey had been devastated by the loss of his parents and came to rely heavily on his grandma.
Read 11 min
My Beloved Edith. Tom Gillespie
An old man, his memory failing, searches for the grave of his lost love.
Read 5 min
Weaving The Magic. Robert Scott
Three o’clock on a Thursday was an odd time for a visit, but it was the only downtime between my part-time jobs that suited Jo. More unusual than the time was the prospect of a one-to-one rendezvous in my bedsit with someone about my age and attractive.
Read 8 min
A Tough Tussle. Ambrose Bierce
At night, in the autumn of 1861, a brave but sensitive Federal officer sits alone in the heart of a forest in western Virginia.
Read 13 min
Scary Monsters Hate Red Socks. Lea Gillespie Gant
One stormy night, as I tried to sleep,
The scary monsters began to creep.
I saw them lurking in the gloom,
In every corner of my room.
Some were big, and some were tall;
Some were fat, and some were small.
One had horns, and one had claws,
And one had great big hairy paws!
When the wind outside began to blow,
They put on a monster show!
Their shadows danced around my bed,
And on the ceiling overhead.
And as I watched their monster play,
I became more and more afraid.
The lightning flashed; the thunder roared.
Then I heard something at my door.
No time to escape! I had to hide!
The Thing at the door was coming inside!
I went under the covers. I shut my eyes tight,
Afraid of the horrible monster sight.
How long were its teeth? How green would it be?
This King of the Monsters, who'd come after me?!
Then I heard a voice that I knew quite well.
It wasn't a monster — I could tell.
Suddenly, things didn't seem so bad.
I uncovered my head, and there was my dad!
He said, "We're having quite a storm tonight.
Just checking to see if you're all right.
Because sometimes monsters prowl around,
When the thunder roars and the rain pours down.
I remember they scared me many nights
When I was a boy about your size.
Until my dad, your Grandpa Joe,
Told me something I think you should know.
There's only one thing that monsters dislike,
That will keep them away on dark, stormy nights.
It isn't a light, and it isn't a lock.
Scary monsters hate red socks!
They simply can't stand them.
They just won't appear,
Whenever a pair of red socks is near.
So, if you're ever troubled by monsters that creep,
If they frighten you and won't let you sleep,
Remember these words. Do as I say,
And those scary monsters will go away!"
Then he patted my head, like dads do,
Tucked me in and left the room.
But quick as a flash, I was out of that bed,
Searching through drawers for socks colored red.
I put on a pair, just like he'd said,
Turned out the light, and crawled back into bed.
The thunder and lightning and rain kept on,
But there were no monsters. They were gone!
The big ones, the fat ones,
The tall and the small,
Had all disappeared with their horns, claws, and paws!
Not one could be found! I sighed with relief,
Then snuggled down and went to sleep.
Now, at night, when the wind blows hard,
And lightning flashes in the yard,
And thunder roars, and the rain pours down,
And scary monsters go creeping around,
I don't worry. I'm not afraid.
I know what to do to keep them away.
I'll tell you my secret, believe it or not,
Scary monsters hate red socks!
@one_story
Есть такие картины, которые нельзя размещать в публичных каналах.
Ну, вы понимаете, о чём я.
Но есть закрытый канал, где у искусства нет границ.
А кроме этого, там нет рекламы. Ну надоело, правда?
И когда я дал задание редакторам вести ещё один канал, они взбунтовались и заявили, что бесплатно этого делать не будут. Или все уволятся.
Хорошо, сказал я. И сколько по вашему должна стоить подписка на канал?
Кто-то сказал — 300 рублей, другой — 500 и даже прозвучала ТЫЩЯ!
Ну уж нет! — стукнул я кулаком по столу. Искусство должно быть свободным, но и вам, конечно, нужно как-то жить. Давайте так: 90 рублей (33 гривны) для первой дюжины, а там видно будет. Может и до тысячи поднимется.
И все согласились. Люблю их 💘
Кстати, платежи проходят официально через Telegram — это удобно и безопасно.
Ну что, Добро Пожаловать в ряды "БОГЕМЫ"!
Совсем забыл, если вы успеете в число первых по низкой цене, то она для вас никогда не изменится. Но это только для дюжины первых, не медлите — /channel/+q6yQGni2_ONkMTAy
Pawnarchy. Mark Huntley-James
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Zippo. James Ross
A man tells a friend about a disturbing recurring dream.
Read 9 min
Lancastrian Nights. David. A. Middleton
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