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Un bătrân este mistuit de dorul de a descoperi piatra filozofală, căutată de alchimia medievală – piatră care preschimbă în aur orice metal pe care-l

Phatik Chakravorti was ringleader among the boys of the village. A new mischief got into his head. There was a heavy log lying on the mud-flat of the

She was the Princess Ajita. And the court poet of King Nârâyan had never seen her. On the day he recited a new poem to the king he would raise his

I IT was a night of full moon early in the month of Phalgun. The youthful spring was everywhere sending forth its breeze laden with the fragrance