📘 ملخصات واقتباسات قصة ❞My Ántonia ⏤ Willa Cather ❝ اصدار 1954

Stories and novels - 📖 ❞ قصة My Ántonia ❝ ⏤ Willa Cather 📖

█ حصريا تحميل كتاب My Ántonia مجاناً PDF اونلاين 2022 Ántonia LAST summer I happened to be crossing the plains of Iowa in a season intense heat, and it was my good fortune have for traveling companion James Quayle Burden — Jim Burden, as we still call him the West He are old friends grew up together same Nebraska town had much say to each other While train flashed through never ending miles ripe wheat, by country towns bright flowered pastures oak groves wilting sun, sat observation car, where woodwork was hot the touch red dust lay deep over everything The burning wind, reminded us many things Stories novels هذا القسم يحتوي علي العديد من القصص والروايات باللغة الإنجليزية This section contains stories English (Stories novels) والروايات: الرواية هي سرد نثري طويل يصف شخصيات خيالية أو واقعية وأحداثاً شكل قصة متسلسلة كما أنها أكبر الأجناس القصصية حيث الحجم وتعدد الشخصيات وتنوع الأحداث وقد ظهرت أوروبا بوصفها جنساً أدبياً مؤثراً القرن الثامن عشر والرواية حكاية تعتمد السرد بما فيه وصف وحوار وصراع بين وما ينطوي عليه ذلك تأزم وجدل وتغذيه A novel is relatively long work narrative fiction, normally written prose form, which typically published book The present English word fiction derives from Italian novella "new", "news", or "short story something new", itself Latin novella, singular noun use neuter plural novellus, diminutive novus, meaning "new" Walter Scott made distinction between novel, (as he saw it) "events are accommodated ordinary human events modern state society" romance, defined "a fictitious verse; interest turns upon marvellous uncommon incidents"

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My Ántonia

قصة My Ántonia - Willa Cather

1954م - Boston : Houghton Mifflin
My Ántonia

قصة My Ántonia - Willa Cather

1954م - Boston : Houghton Mifflin
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My Ántonia
LAST summer I happened to be crossing the
plains of Iowa in a season of intense heat, and it
was my good fortune to have for a traveling
companion James Quayle Burden — Jim Burden, as we still call him in the West. He and I are
old friends — we grew up together in the same
Nebraska town — and we had much to say to
each other. While the train flashed through
never-ending miles of ripe wheat, by country
towns and bright-flowered pastures and oak
groves wilting in the sun, we sat in the observation car, where the woodwork was hot to the
touch and red dust lay deep over everything.
The dust and heat, the burning wind, reminded
us of many things.