The Raven by Edgar Allan Poe Once upon a midnight dreary, While I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious Volume of forgotten lore— While I nodded, nearly napping, Suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, Rapping at my chamber door. “‘Tis someContinue Reading
Depression in Saint-Méloir-des-Ondes James Davis May The donkey my daughter loves cannot reach the flowers that grow in the film of soil the ocean breeze has lifted to the roof of the barn. We don’t know what they’re called and speak too little of the language to ask the farmhandContinue Reading
SELLER Writer: Munavvara Usmonova, Translator: Nilufar Khalimova I worked in a household service house which is situated in Marhamat district. That day, I returned home after buying necessary items from the stalls that is located near our office. I was happy that the merchant woman, whom I had become familiarContinue Reading