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There is a war in Northern Ireland. Hundreds of British soldiers have died in the fighting there. This story is abour "Death of a Soldier".
How does a detective learn his job? How long does a police dog hold a thief? Which was the fingerprint that led to a killer?
Lewis Jones tell us the answers in this book titled "The Story of Scotland Yard "
Lewis Jones tells us in "The Story of Madame Tussaud's" how she opens its doors every morning, but for two hours before that, people had been hard at work on some of the models washing or cleaning hairs and clothes and coluring the faces of the models. They must...
Obu is eight years old and very clever. He is first in his class at school but he is lazy and doesn't work hard. His father wants to send him away to be a servant of a schoolmaster and his nasty wife. His mother wants Obu, her only son,...
'I have a litle blackbird. Please look under the floor. Behind the yellow picture, There is a litle door. Open it. Now you're very near. An old love story you can hear'.
Ben Cole sends a letter to his young friend, Harriet. But he dies before she gets it. What...
You can tell where Jane Goodall's heart lies with this simplistic book that dives into the brief family events of her beloved chimpanzees. Picking one mother chimp from her many chimpanzees she weaves together a book that shares their ties with others of their family and of their group...
Here are "Four Short Stories" from England, from Africa and from India. Some are happy, some are sad. But all of them teach us a lesson about life.
The stories are:
Death and Money.
Tobermory the Cat.
The Monkey's Food.
Can't Have Everything You Want.
Crocodiles must kill for food, but Old Big kills cows for a game. So Mr Kay, an Australian farmer, must kill him and so, preserve his farm. But Old Big does not want to die.
K. R. Cripwell relates us the fight between the man and the "Crocodrile!".
I am writing a book about Spain in the Golden Age and I am reading the plays of Calderón. I am now reading El Médico de su Honra. It ia acruel play. It reminds me of a man I met in Seville a long time ago. I remember it...