Short Stories and Essays (from Literature and Life). William Dean Howells

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СКАЧАТЬ THE PROBLEM OF THE SUMMER

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       AESTHETIC NEW YORK FIFTY-ODD YEARS AGO

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       FROM NEW YORK INTO NEW ENGLAND

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       THE ART OF THE ADSMITH

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       THE PSYCHOLOGY OF PLAGIARISM

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       PURITANISM IN AMERICAN FICTION

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       THE WHAT AND THE HOW IN ART

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       POLITICS OF AMERICAN AUTHORS

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       STORAGE

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       “FLOATING DOWN THE RIVER ON THE O-HI-O”

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      The morning was extremely cold. It professed to be sunny, and there was really some sort of hard glitter in the air, which, so far from being tempered by this effulgence, seemed all the stonier for it. Blasts of frigid wind swept the streets, and buffeted each other in a fury of resentment when they met around the corners. Although I was passing through a populous tenement-house quarter, my way was not hindered by the sports of the tenement-house children, who commonly crowd one from the sidewalks; no frowzy head looked out over the fire-escapes; there were no peddlers’ carts or voices in the road-way; not above three or four shawl-hooded women cowered out of the little shops with small purchases in their hands; not so many tiny girls with jugs opened the doors of the beer saloons. The butchers’ windows were painted with patterns of frost, through which I could dimly see the frozen meats hanging like hideous stalactites from the roof. When I came to the river, I ached in sympathy with the shipping painfully atilt on the rocklike surface of the brine, which broke against the piers, and sprayed itself over them like showers of powdered quartz.

      But it was before I reached this final point that I received into my consciousness the moments of the human comedy which have been an increasing burden to it. Within a block of the river I met a child so small that at first I almost refused to take any account of her, until she appealed to my sense of humor by her amusing disproportion to the pail which she was lugging in front of her with both of her little mittened hands. I am scrupulous СКАЧАТЬ