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Siedmioletnia Sara Crewe wiedzie zycie jak z bajki Na pensji dla dziewczat w Londynie jest holubiona przez wszystkich Ma wlasny salon garderobe kucyka a nawet pokojowke Co wiecej ma odziedziczyc po rodzicach wielka fortune Nie jest jednak rozpieszczonym dzieckiem wrodzona skromnoscia i przyjaznym usposobieniem zjednuje sobie ludzi Jej zycie zmienia sie gdy w dniu jedenastych urodzin dowiaduje sie o naglym bankructwie i smierci ojca Z dnia na dzien z pupilki staje sie sluzaca a z pieknego pokoju przenosi sie na zimny strych Schronienie przed okrutna rzeczywistoscia znajduje w swiecie wyobrazni Co wieczor przekradaja sie do niej Ermengarda i Lottie by wysluchac opowiadanych przez nia niezwyklych historiiS

Niezwykłe przygody Olivera Twista, sympatycznego i dobrego chłopca, urodzonego w schronisku dla bezdomnych, ciekawią, wzruszają i bawią od ponad stu pięćdziesięciu lat zarówno młodzież, jak i dorosłych. W Londynie, do którego ucieka z sierocińca, Oliver trafia do gangu miejscowych złodziejaszków, którym rządzi Fagin. Wyciągnięty z marginesu przez pana Brownslowa, zostaje porwany ... Wartka akcja, niezapomniane postacie, Dickensowski humor i plastyczny opis XIX-wiecznego, pełnego kontrastów Londynu ? to główne walory jednej z najsłynniejszych postaci na świecie.

Orphaned when their Royalist father is killed during the Civil War, the four Beverley children are taken into hiding in a cottage in the New Forest and disguised as the grandchildren of a poor forester.

Classic / British English Strange and wonderful things happen in t seven short stories. Oscar Wilde takes us into a world of kings and queens, mermaids and witches, giants and dwarfs, and talking animals. Exciting and amusing, happy and sad, these stories are for all ages.

The September sun was glinting cheerfully into a pretty bedroom furnished with blue. It danced on the glossy hair and bright eyes of two girls, who sat together hemming ruffles for a white muslin dress. The half-finished skirt of the dress lay on the bed; and as each crisp ruffle was completed, the girls added it to the snowy heap, which looked like a drift of transparent clouds or a pile of foamy white-of-egg beaten stiff enough to stand alone. These girls were Clover and Elsie Carr, and it was Clover's first evening dress for which they were hemming ruffles. It was nearly two years since a certain visit made by Johnnie to Inches Mills, of which some of you have read in "Nine Little Goslings;" and more than three since Clover and Katy had returned home from the boarding-school at Hillsover. Clover was now eighteen. She was a very small Clover still, but it would have been hard to find anywhere a prettier little maiden than she had grown to be. Her skin was so exquisitely fair that her arms and wrists and shoulders, which were round and dimpled like a baby's, seemed cut out of daisies or white rose leaves. Her thick, brown hair waved and coiled gracefully about her head. Her smile was peculiarly sweet; and the eyes, always Clover's chief beauty, had still that pathetic look which made them irresistible to tender-hearted people.

The White Birds; The Fisherman and the Giant; The Glass Box; The Prince and his Servants; The Table, the Donkey and the Stick.