Stories in Rasheed


Monday, 19th, while I was washing, entrance of doctor Colucci, brought in by the Pasha, small man, good, honest, kind.

by Gustave Flaubert

Rasheed — We go out with him; we visit a rice factory: large wooden crushers completed by an iron screw. Hand-operated cotton mill: man who turned the reel, bent double, which came again and again like a horse ...

history, travel writing

Left Alexandria on Sunday, 18th, at a quarter past seven in the morning.

by Gustave Flaubert

Rasheed — Purple clouds - wide path - country houses around the city - palm trees with their clusters of dates. The comparison by Sancho in the wedding of Gamache episode: “Wouldn’t you say she was like a walki...

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