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Edgar Allan Poe was a famous American writer known for his short stories and his contributions to detective fiction and science fiction. He is considered a central figure of romanticism and gothic fiction in the United States. Some of his most famous works include "The Fall of the House of Usher" and "The Raven." Emily Dickinson, another influential American poet, is known for her unique style and profound vision of the world. Charles Dickens, an English novelist, is regarded as one of the greatest novelists of the Victorian era. His works, such as "Great Expectations" and "Oliver Twist," are still widely read today. Hello. Today I am going to talk to you about Edgar Allan Poe. He was born in 1809. Recognized as one of the universal masters of the short story, the American writer Edgar Allan Poe died in October 1849 at only 40 years old. Poe was one of the country's earliest writers of short stories and is considered the inventor of the detective fiction genre. As well as significance contributed to the emerging genre of science fiction. He is widely regarded as central figure of romanticism and gothic fiction in the United States and of American literature. Some of his most famous works are The Fall of the House of Usher, The Black Cat, The Ten-Tailed Hare, or The Murders in the Rue Morges, among others. Now I am going to read part of his famous poem, The Raven. Once upon a midnight journey, While I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore, While I nooted nearly nothing, Suddenly there came a tapping, As of some ungently rapping, Rapping at my chamber door, This some visitor I muttered, Tapping at my chamber door, Only this and nothing more. Adistantly I remembered it was in the Black December, And each separate dying ember wall Is gushed upon the floor. Eagerly I wished the morrow, Vainly I had jokes to borrow, From my books to shares of sorrow, Sorrow for the lost Leona, For the late and radiant maidens Whom the angels name Leona, Namely her forevermore. Hello, now it's Emily Dickinson's turn. One of the most popular poets in the United States, Emily Elizabeth Dickinson was born in 1830, Amherst, Massachusetts, United States, into a religious family. She is considered one of the most influential writers of North American poetry. Emily Dickinson stands out for her unique profound style with short verse and colloquial words, to express her vision of the world, thoughts and knowledge about nature and astronomy. Emily Dickinson defines her poetry with these words, If I have the physical sensation of my brain being lifted, I know that is poetry. Emily Dickinson died of an illness in 1886. Some of her most famous poems are, I'm nobody, how are you? Because I could not stop for this, Or how is the thing with feathers? Now I'm going to read the poem titled The Wraith. On my finger I had a wreath, The breeze between the trees was erratic, The day was blue, warm and beautiful, And I slept on the fine grass. When I woke up, I looked at the starlet, My poor hand in the clear afternoon, The ring between my fingers was boned, How much I have no English word, It is a golden color souvenir. Let's talk now about Charles Dickinson, who was born in 1812 and died in 1817. He was an English novelist and social critic who created some of the world's best-known fictional characters and is regarded by many as the greatest novelist of the Victorian era. His works enjoyed popularity during his lifetime and by the 20th century, critics and scholars had recognized him as a literary genius. His novels and short stories are widely read today. Some of his most famous literary works are Great Expectations, David Copperfield, A Christmas Carol and Oliver Twist. Oliver Twist tells the adventures of an orphan boy who lives in Auschwitz until he is old enough to start working as an assistant to a coffee maker. I'm going to read a text from this novel. The evening arrived, the boys took their place, the master in his cook uniform stationed himself at the cook. His proper assistants arranged themselves behind him. The girl was served out and a long grace was said over the short commons. The girl disappeared, the boys whispered at each other and winked at Oliver while his next neighbor snatched him. Child as he was, he was desperate with hunger and reckless with misery. He rose from the table and addressing to the master, basking and spoon in hand said, Please sir, I want some more. The master was a fat, healthy man, but he turned very pale. He gasped in stupefied astonishment on the smile level for some seconds and then clung for support to the cook. The assistants were paralysed with wonder, the boys with fear. What? said the master at length in a faint voice. Please sir, replied Oliver, I want some more.