Bücher von Lucy Maud Montgomery

Hab keine Angst, Kind. Die Geister hier sind freundliche Geister. Sie werden dir nichts tun. Sie sind von deinem Fleisch und Blut. Weißt du, daß du aussiehst wie ein Kind, das siebzig Jahre vor deiner Geburt gestorben ist? Es war die Nichte meines Mannes. Keine Menschenseele erinnert sich mehr an dieses kleine Wesen - außer mir - an ihre Schönheit - ihren Charme - ihren Zauber. Ich erinnere mich an sie. Du hast ihre Augen und ihren Mund - und die gleiche Art, auf Stimmen zu lauschen, die nur sie hören konnte. Ist das ein Fluch oder ein Segen, frage ich mich?

Discover the enchanting world of L. M. Montgomery in this collection of her short stories, published between 1909 to 1922. These timeless tales capture the magic of childhood and the joys and challenges of growing up.Set in the nostalgic backdrop of Prince Edward Island, these beloved stories introduce readers to new characters and adventures, all imbued with the warmth and charm that have made Montgomery's works best sellers for generations. One of the most cherished Canadian authors, Montgomery brings to life themes of love, loss, growing up, and friendship. Each tale is a sentimental journey, perfect for anyone who enjoys the classic storytelling of Anne Shirley and her friends in the Anne of Green Gables series.First published between 1909 to 1922, this short story collection is a testament to the enduring legacy of one of literature's most beloved authors, offering a treasure trove of tales that will be cherished for generations to come.

"Schicklichkeit ist eine graue Maus", erwiderte Tante Becky. "Ich habe mich schon lange von ihr verabschiedet! Tun Sie, was ich sage, Ambrosine Winkworth, und Sie werden Ihren Lohn bekommen. Ich kann nicht zulassen, daß Onkel Pippin sagt: Das alte Mädchen hatte schon mal mehr Farbe. Tragen Sie es gut und dick auf, Ambrosine! Wenn ich bleich und mager aussehe, denken meine Verwandten noch, sie könnten mich herumkommandieren! Meine Güte, Ambrosine, ich freue mich auf diesen Nachmittag! Es ist das letzte Mal, daß ich mich diesseits der Ewigkeit amüsieren kann, und das werde ich in vollen Zügen genießen, Ambrosine. Diese Geier kommen doch nur, um zu sehen, was für ein Bissen für sie abfällt. Die werden sich wundern!"

Short Stories Lucy Maud MontgomeryThe land dropped abruptly down from the gate, and a thick, shrubby growth of young apple orchard almost hid the little weather-grey house from the road. This was why the young man who opened the sagging gate could not see that it was boarded up, and did not cease his cheerful whistling until he had pressed through the crowding trees and found himself almost on the sunken stone doorstep over which in olden days honeysuckle had been wont to arch. Now only a few straggling, uncared-for vines clung forlornly to the shingles, and the windows were, as has been said, all boarded up. The whistle died on the young man's lips and an expression of blank astonishment and dismay settled down on his face-a good, kindly, honest face it was, although perhaps it did not betoken any pronounced mental gifts on the part of its owner. "What can have happened?" he said to himself. "Uncle Tom and Aunt Sally can't be dead-I'd have seen their deaths in the paper if they was. And I'd athought if they'd moved away it'd been printed too. They can't have been gone long-that flower-bed must have been made up last spring. Well, this is a kind of setback for a fellow. Here I've been tramping all the way from the station, athinking how good it would be to see Aunt Sally's sweet old face again, and hear Uncle Tom's laugh, and all I find is a boarded-up house going to seed.S'pose I might as well toddle over to Stetsons' and inquire if they haven't disappeared, too." He went through the old firs back of the lot and across the field to a rather shabby house beyond. A cheery-faced woman answered his knock and looked at him in a puzzled fashion. "Have you forgot me, Mrs. Stetson? Don't you remember Lovell Stevens and how you used to give him plum tarts when he'd bring your turkeys home?" Mrs. Stetson caught both his hands in a hearty clasp. "I guess I haven't forgotten!" she declared. "Well, well, and you're Lovell! I think I ought to know your face, though you've changed a lot. Fifteen years have made a big difference in you. Come right in. Pa, this is Lovell-you mind Lovell, the boy Aunt Sally and Uncle Tom had for years?" "Reckon I do," drawled Jonah Stetson with a friendly grin. "Ain't likely to forget some of the capers you used to be cutting up. You've filled out considerable. Where have you been for the last ten years? Aunt Sally fretted a lot over you, thinking you was dead or gone to the bad." Lovell's face clouded. "I know I ought to have written," he said repentantly, "but you know I'm a terrible poor scholar, and I'd do most anything than try to write a letter. But where's Uncle Tom and Aunt Sally gone? Surely they ain't dead?" "No," said Jonah Stetson slowly, "no-but I guess they'd rather be. They're in the poorhouse." "The poorhouse! Aunt Sally in the poorhouse!" exclaimed Lovell. "Yes, and it's a burning shame," declared Mrs. Stetson. "Aunt Sally's just breaking her heart from the disgrace of it. But it didn't seem as if it could be helped. Uncle Tom got so crippled with rheumatism he couldn't work and Aunt Sally was too frail to do anything. They hadn't any relations and there was a mortgage on the house." "There wasn't any when I went away." "No they had to borrow money six years ago when Uncle Tom had his first spell of rheumatic fever. This spring it was clear that there was nothing for them but the poorhouse.

Wenn sie einen Wunsch frei gehabt hätte, hätte sie sich einen Zauberstab gewünscht, ihn einmal durch die Luft sausen lassen und befohlen, dass für mindestens hundert Jahre alles völlig gleich blieb. Sie liebte ihr Zuhause abgöttisch, seine Schwächen ebenso wie seine guten Seiten ... obwohl sie nie zugeben wollte, dass es Schwächen hatte. Jede Kleinigkeit machte ihr Freude. Wenn sie irgendwo zu Besuch war, hatte sie Heimweh, bis sie wieder nach Hause konnte.

The Story Girl and The Golden Road brings together two beloved novels by Lucy Maud Montgomery, offering readers a delightful journey through the enchanting world of Sara Stanley and her cousins on Prince Edward Island. In The Story Girl, readers are introduced to Sara Stanley, a young girl with an extraordinary gift for storytelling. Set against the picturesque backdrop of rural Canada, Sara's captivating tales bring magic and wonder to the lives of her cousins, including Beverley, Felix, and Cecily.The Golden Road continues the adventures of Sara Stanley and her cousins, as narrated by Beverley. This sequel sees the close-knit group of children embarking on various escapades and creating lasting memories. Through Beverly's nostalgic recollections, readers are transported to a time of simple pleasures and boundless imagination.This collection, The Story Girl and The Golden Road, is a treasure trove of Montgomery's best storytelling, filled with adventure, imagination, and the charm of rural Canada.