"Hordes barbares" – 23 rezultate
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PMPhilip MacDonald
Philip MacDonald (November 5, 1900, London — December 10, 1980, Woodland Hills, California) was an English author of thrillers. MacDonald was the grandson of the writer George MacDonald and son of the author Ronald MacDonald and the actress Constance Robertson. During World War I he served with the British cavalry in Mesopotamia, later trained horses for the army, and was a show jumper. He also raised Great Danes. After marrying the writer F. Ruth Howard, he moved to Hollywood in 1931. He was one of the most popular mystery writers of the 1930s, and between 1931 and 1963 wrote many screenplays along with a few radio and television scripts. His detective novels, particularly those featuring his series detective Anthony Gethryn, are primarily "whodunnits" with the occasional locked room mystery. His novel X v. Rex (1933), aka The Mystery of The Dead Police, is an early example of what has become known as a serial killer novel (before the term "serial killer' was coined), in which an...
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Necronomikon
de Abdul al-Hazred
THE TESTIMONY OF MAD ARAB THIS is the testimony of all that I have seen, and all that I have learned, in those years that I have possesed the Three Seals of MASSHU. I have seen One Thousand and-One...
no more green horses
de Luminita Baboianu
Caii mei verzi nu mai sunt pe pereți. Au și ei un sfârșit, ca oricare. Un strat de vopsea albă și gata, poți să mergi liniștit la culcare. Am încercat să-mi explic, dar n-a mers și, în schimb, am...
Nici măcar o pâine mai albă?
de Jeflea Norma,Diana
”Jag hörde killarna som jobbade säga 'Snälla, ge oss mat', ”säger Linda Fager som bestämde sig för att hjälpa arbetarna. Foto: JERKER IVARSSON Articolul de mai jos a fost tradus ajustat de mine chiar...
Prima Iubire
de Filip Ruxandra
Motto: I was five and he was six We rode on horses made of sticks He wore black and I wore white He would always win the fight Seasons came and changed the time When I grew up, I called him mine He...
Random love
de Petrescu Catalin Andrei
Random love The talking lives of the fisherman The greenleaved tides in flesh, Raging by the hazily rodgered starfall For seen horses lie With no more lovers than the sea
Distant heart
de radu adrian craciun
Hours of morning light When the silence cleanses Bird’s singing flight Upwards from the meadows. Bare foot I am running Oh! Such a happy child The whole world is spinning Round and around. Over the...
taxi cu lentile de plastic
de Andrei Gheorghe
taxi cu lentile de plastic cerul bucureștilor este mov, copacii bulevardelor își trag mersul dezmembrat către casă, eu mă apropii de geamul unei mașini, fără-ndoială un posibil taxi, -băiete, două...
Sonnet XCI
de William Shakespeare
Some glory in their birth, some in their skill, Some in their wealth, some in their bodies\' force, Some in their garments, though new-fangled ill, Some in their hawks and hounds, some in their...
Absence
de Théophile Gautier
Return, return, my beloved! Like a flower, far from the sun, he flower of my life is closed, Far from your rose-colored smile. Between our hearts, what distance, What space between our kisses O...
Interviu
de razvan cirezaru
Am urmărit “Interview” pe IMDB, odată pentru ca era filmul lui Steve Buscemi și pe urmă pentru că în dreptul lui scria “limited”. De aceea am fost oarecum mirat să-l văd la cinema. Cât despre...
Song of the Bowmen of Shu
de Ezra Pound
Here we are, picking the first fern-shoots And saying: When shall we get back to our country? Here we are because we have the Ken-nin for our foemen, We have no comfort because of these Mongols. We...
porțelan
de tania cozianu
călimară de birou porțelan decorat cu flori pictate glazurate montat în bronz marcat în pastă limoges mic defect la circumferință manufactura th. haviland a fost o licitație bună spui cu ton serios...
Proverbs of Hell
de William Blake
In seed time learn, in harvest teach, in winter enjoy. Drive your cart and your plough over the bones of the dead. The road of excess leads to the palace of wisdom. Prudence is a rich, ugly old maid...
The Sphinx
de Oscar Wilde
In a dim corner of my room for longer than my fancy thinks A beautiful and silent Sphinx has watched me through the shifting gloom. Inviolate and immobile she does not rise she does not stir For...
hooo...old your horses cand am intrat eu pe text nu era nici o greseala in el, asa ca nu e aparat nimic. aberatia este o discutie interminabila si care continua si dupa ce Neisa si-a asumat greseala s...
la astăzi de Meda Bittermann
Eu zic sa hold on your horses. Textul nu este unul grozav, de fapt e o proza destul de slaba. Dar... cred ca \"muschetarii\" ar trebui sa-si tina sabiile in teaca si sa mai astepte si alte proze.Nu sa...
la Cromosfera unei agrafe cu fluturi de Adriana Marilena Stroilescu
O zi de spaimă și totuși liberi. Spiritele vin, bune, rele. Creatura vopsită ne întrerupe secunda, viața rămâne amară între două clipiri. Punem pariu pe zeciuială, biblic. Și nici nu contează cine câș...
la cafea de Andu Moldovan
m-am distrat ca în copilărie, n-are nici o treaba sula cu prefectura, un \"la\" gasești pe toate drumurile, ceea ce amintești tu e peisagistică, nu urbană. mai pune mânuțele pe carte că, altfel, atât ...
la ei, na de Silviu Tudor-Saladjiar
aaaaaa la facultate eu nu de scoli superioare vorbeam eu vorbeam de liceu nu toata lumea face litere dar liceu da multam de explicatii claudia florin le culeg din deep underground cum s-ar zice poarta...
la n/a de mihai zabet