Tag Archives: ماکسیم گورکی

The Ice Breaker by Maxim Gorky On a frozen river near a certain Russian town, a gang of seven carpenters were hastily repairing an icebreaker which the townsfolk had stripped for firewood. That year spring happened to be late in ...

The Dead Man by Maxim Gorky One evening I was sauntering along a soft, grey, dusty track between two breast-high walls of grain. So narrow was the track that here and there tar-besmeared cars were lying–tangled, broken, and crushed–in the ...

The Cemetary by Maxim Gorky In a town of the steppes where I found life exceedingly dull, the best and the brightest spot was the cemetery. Often did I use to walk there, and once it happened that I fell ...

Twenty-six Men and a Girl by Maxim Gorky Also known as Twenty-Six and One There were twenty-six of us—twenty-six living machines, locked up in a damp cellar, where we patted dough from morning till night, making biscuits and cakes. The ...

The Birth of a Man by Maxim Gorky The year was the year ’92– the year of leanness–the scene a spot between Sukhum and Otchenchiri, on the river Kodor, a spot so near to the sea that amid the joyous ...

The Billionaire by Maxim Gorky The kings of steel, of petroleum, and all the other kings of the United States have always in a high degree excited my power of imagination. It seemed to me certain that these people who ...

Tchelkache by Maxim Gorky The sky is clouded by the dark smoke rising from the harbor. The ardent sun gazes at the green sea through a thin veil. It is unable to see its reflection in the water so agitated ...

One Autumn Night by Maxim Gorky Once in the autumn I happened to be in a very unpleasant and inconvenient position. In the town where I had just arrived and where I knew not a soul, I found myself without ...

On A River Steamer by Maxim Gorky The water of the river was smooth, and dull silver of tint. Also, so barely perceptible was the current that it seemed to be almost stagnant under the mist of the noontide heat, ...

Nilushka by Maxim Gorky The timber-built town of Buev, a town which has several times been burnt to the ground, lies huddled upon a hillock above the river Obericha. Its houses, with their many-coloured shutters, stand so crowded together as ...

  تونل كوه‌ های بزرگ، با تاجی از برف های دائمی مانند قابی دور دریاچه آبی و آرام را گرفته اند، طرح مبهم باغ‌ها موج می زند و به روی آب خم می شود . خانه های سفید، گوئی از ...

Malva by Maxim Gorky The sea laughed. It trembled at the warm and light breath of the wind and became covered with tiny wrinkles that reflected the sun in blinding fashion and laughed at the sky with its thousands of ...

Kalinin by Maxim Gorky Whistling from off the sea, the wind was charged with moist, salt spray, and dashing foaming billows ashore with their white manes full of snakelike, gleaming black ribands of seaweed, and causing the rocks to rumble ...

In A Mountain Defile by Maxim Gorky In a mountain defile near a little tributary of the Sunzha, there was being built a workman’s barraque– a low, long edifice which reminded one of a large coffin lid. The building was ...

Her Lover by Maxim Gorky An acquaintance of mine once told me the following story. When I was a student at Moscow I happened to live alongside one of those ladies whose repute is questionable. She was a Pole, and ...

Gubin by Maxim Gorky The place where I first saw him was a tavern wherein, ensconced in the chimney-corner, and facing a table, he was exclaiming stutteringly, “Oh, I know the truth about you all! Yes, I know the truth ...

A Woman by Maxim Gorky The wind is scudding over the steppe, and beating upon the rampart of the Caucasian heights until their backbone seems to be bellying like a huge sail, and the earth to be whirling and whizzing ...

چککو پیره خورشید میان سکوت مقدسی طلوع می کند، مه کبودی که از بوی خوش جگن طلائی سنگین شده از جزیره سنگی به آسمان شناور است . جزیره که میان توده خواب آلود آب تیره، زیر گنبد رنگ باخته آسمان ...

عروسی    در ایستگاه کوچکی میان رم و ژن، رئیس قطار در کوپه ما را باز کرد و به کمک یک روغنکار دوده زده ای پیرمرد یک چشمئی را به تو کشید . همصدا گفتند:”خیلی پیر است!” و نوشخندی زدند. ...

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