Anna Karenina: An Excerpt

A footman stood opening the carriage door. The hall porter stood holding open the great door of the house. Anna Arkadyevna, with her quick little hand, was unfastening the lace of her sleeve, caught in the hook of her fur cloak, and with bent head listening to the words Vronsky murmured as he escorted her... Continue Reading →

The First Book I Read

The love for reading is a welcome inheritance from my father. I couldn’t have had it any other way. I wouldn’t have! I can hardly recall when I began reading books by myself. But what I do remember is that every year, just before the summer break, our school would hold a book exhibition and... Continue Reading →

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