Maxim Gorky

This collection of literature attempts to compile many of the classic works that have stood the test of time and offer them at a reduced, affordable price, in an attractive volume so that everyone can enjoy them.

This collection of literature attempts to compile many of the classic works that have stood the test of time and offer them at a reduced, affordable price, in an attractive volume so that everyone can enjoy them.

Mother' is the immortal classic of Maxim Gorky, one of the world's best-loved writers. It is the story of the radicalization of an uneducated woman. From her dull peasant existence into active participation in her people's struggle for justice. Through her work she frees herself from the cowed state into which she has been beaten and her simple motherly concern for her son becomes a motherly concern for all oppressed. The book uses simple style to make it an easy read while slowly adding thicker and thicker layers of propaganda and pro Marxist Communist theory.

A small provincial Russian town is suddenly aroused from its lethargy by the imminent arrival of the first railroad. Gorky is less concerned here with the Industrial Revolution than with the damaging personal effect of people who represent progress; in this case, two engineers who come to prepare for the railroad and who sweep into the lives of all and sundry with the force of a gale, upsetting stalemated romances, stale marriages, and the equilibrium of the petty bureaucracy.

The famous novel of revolutionary conversion and struggle. This novel of Russia before the Revolution is without question the masterpiece of Gorky, Russia's greatest living writer. Into one passionate, astonishing book has been gathered the spirit of the terrifying struggle against the Czar's autocracy. In it Russia stands forth in a flood of light.

Incipit: "Il redattore capo della Gazzetta di N... ... correva nervosamente su e gi per la vasta sala della redazione. Teneva un numero della gazzetta in mano, allora uscito dal torchio, e l'agitava furiosamente, gridando e bestemmiando a scatti. Il redattore era un omiciattolo dal volto angoloso, magro, ornato d'una barbetta nera e di un paio d'occhiali d'oro. Sbatteva i piedi con forza sul tavolato della stanza, sgambettando e girando intorno alla lunga tavola, coperta di giornali spiegati, di bozze di stampa e di fogli di originale, che stava in mezzo alla sala