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Top 15 Cărți de Jules Verne din 2024. 1. Ocolul pamantului in 80 de zile - Jules Verne. Povestea incepe la Londra, pe 2 octombrie 1872. Phileas Fogg este un gentleman necasatorit, care locuieste la adresa 7 Savile Row din Burlington Gardens. In ciuda averii sale de origine necunoscuta, domnul Fogg traieste o viata modesta, cu tabieturi ...
J ules Verne Eternul Adam L' É TE RN E L ADAM 1 8 9 1 Cu p r in s: Rosa r io, 2 4 m a i 2 … 1 7 Î n tim p u l n op ţii 2 7 2 5 m a i… 2 7 Pe b or d u l „Vir g in ie i”, 4 iu n ie 2 8 Pe u sca t – ia n u a r ie sa u fe b r u a r ie 2 9 Pe p r a g u l m or ţii 4 6
Cărți scrise de Jules Verne. Jules Verne, unul dintre cei mai celebri autori francezi, este recunoscut pe plan internațional drept părintele literaturii science-fiction. Fascinația sa pentru explorarea geografică și inovația tehnologică a dat naștere unor narațiuni uluitoare, care au stârnit imaginația a milioane de cititori.
- CHAPTER 1. My Uncle Makes a Discovery
- were the sole inhabitants.
- CHAPTER 2. The Mysterious Parchment
- CHAPTER 3. An Astounding Discovery
- ARNE SAKNUSSEMM
- CHAPTER 4. We Start on the Journey
- CHAPTER 5. First Lessons in Climbing
- CHAPTER 6. Our Voyage to Iceland
- "Behold he whispered in an awe−stricken voice, behold− Mount Sneffels!"
- CHAPTER 7. Conversation and Discovery
- CHAPTER 8. Off at Last
- CHAPTER 9. We Meet with adventures
- CHAPTER 10. Traveling in Iceland
- CHAPTER 11. We Reach Mount Sneffels
- CHAPTER 12. The Ascent of Mount Sneffels
- This was a happy thought.
- CHAPTER 13. The Shadow of Scartaris
- "Arne Saknussemm!" cried my uncle, "now, unbeliever, do you begin to have faith?"
- CHAPTER 14. The Real Journey Commences
- "Gif akt−"
- CHAPTER 15. We Continue Our Descent
- CHAPTER 16. The Eastern Tunnel
- CHAPTER 17. Deeper and Deeper
- CHAPTER 18. The Wrong Road!
- "I see that you are quite as downcast as before− and still give way to discouragement and despair."
- CHAPTER 19. A New Route
- CHAPTER 20. A Bitter Disappointment
- CHAPTER 21. Under the Ocean
- CHAPTER 22. Sunday below Ground
- CHAPTER 23. Alone
- CHAPTER 24. Lost!
- CHAPTER 25. The Whispering Gallery
- CHAPTER 26. A Rapid Recovery
- CHAPTER 27. The Central Sea
- CHAPTER 28. Launching the Raft
- CHAPTER 29. On the Waters − A Raft Voyage
- CHAPTER 30. Terrific Saurian Combat
- CHAPTER 31. The Sea Monster
- CHAPTER 32. The Battle of the Elements
- CHAPTER 33. Our Route Reversed
- CHAPTER 34. A Voyage of Discovery
- CHAPTER 36. What Is It?
- CHAPTER 37. The Mysterious Dagger
- CHAPTER 38. No Outlet − Blasting the Rock
- "We will now rest until tomorrow."
- CHAPTER 39. The Explosion and Its Results
- CHAPTER 40. The Ape Gigans
- CHAPTER 41. Hunger
- CHAPTER 42. The Volcanic Shaft
- CHAPTER 43. Daylight at Last
- "Ah," cried I, "an inhabitant of this happy country."
- CHAPTER 44. The Journey Ended
- "What is the matter?" he cried.
LOOKING back to all that has occurred to me since that eventful day, I am scarcely able to believe in the reality of my adventures. They were truly so wonderful that even now I am bewildered when I think of them. My uncle was a German, having married my mother's sister, an Englishwoman. Being very much attached to his fatherless nephew, he invited ...
loved mineralogy, I loved geology. To me there was nothing like pebbles− and if my uncle had been in a little less of a fury, we should have been the happiest of families. To prove the excellent Hardwigg's impatience, I solemnly declare that when the flowers in the drawing−room pots began to grow, he rose every morning at four o'clock to make them ...
"I DECLARE," cried my uncle, striking the table fiercely with his fist, "I declare to you it is Runic− and contains some wonderful secret, which I must get at, at any price." I was about to reply when he stopped me. "Sit down," he said, quite fiercely, "and write to my dictation." I obeyed. "I will substitute," he said, "a letter of our alphabet fo...
WHAT is the matter?" cried the cook, entering the room; "when will master have his dinner?" "Never." "And, his supper?" "I don't know. He says he will eat no more, neither shall I. My uncle has determined to fast and make me fast until he makes out this abominable inscription," I replied. "You will be starved to death," she said. I was very much of...
My uncle leaped three feet from the ground with joy. He looked radiant and handsome. He rushed about the room wild with delight and satisfaction. He knocked over tables and chairs. He threw his books about until at last, utterly exhausted, he fell into his armchair. "What's o'clock?" he asked. "About three." "My dinner does not seem to have done me...
YOU see, the whole island is composed of volcanoes," said the Professor, "and remark carefully that they all bear the name of Yocul. The word is Icelandic, and means a glacier. In most of the lofty mountains of that region the volcanic eruptions come forth from icebound caverns. Hence the name applied to every volcano on this extraordinary island."...
AT Altona, a suburb of Hamburg, is the Chief Station of the Kiel railway, which was to take us to the shores of the Belt. In twenty minutes from the moment of our departure we were in Holstein, and our carriage entered the station. Our heavy luggage was taken out, weighed, labeled, and placed in a huge van. We then took our tickets, and exactly at ...
THE hour of departure came at last. The night before, the worthy Mr. Thompson brought us the most cordial letters of introduction for Baron Trampe, Governor of Iceland, for M. Pictursson, coadjutor to the bishop, and for M. Finsen, mayor of the town of Reykjavik. In return, my uncle nearly crushed his hands, so warmly did he shake them. On the seco...
Then without further remark, he put his finger to his lips, frowned darkly, and descended into the small boat which awaited us. I followed, and in a few minutes we stood upon the soil of mysterious Iceland! Scarcely were we fairly on shore when there appeared before us a man of excellent appearance, wearing the costume of a military officer. He was...
WHEN I returned, dinner was ready. This meal was devoured by my worthy relative with avidity and voracity. His shipboard diet had turned his interior into a perfect gulf. The repast, which was more Danish than Icelandic, was in itself nothing, but the excessive hospitality of our host made us enjoy it doubly. The conversation turned upon scientific...
THAT evening I took a brief walk on the shore near Reykjavik, after which I returned to an early sleep on my bed of coarse planks, where I slept the sleep of the just. When I awoke I heard my uncle speaking loudly in the next room. I rose hastily and joined him. He was talking in Danish with a man of tall stature, and of perfectly Herculean build. ...
THE weather was overcast but settled, when we commenced our adventurous and perilous journey. We had neither to fear fatiguing heat nor drenching rain. It was, in fact, real tourist weather. As there was nothing I liked better than horse exercise, the pleasure of riding through an unknown country caused the early part of our enterprise to be partic...
IT ought, one would have thought, to have been night, even in the sixty−fifth parallel of latitude; but still the nocturnal illumination did not surprise me. For in Iceland, during the months of June and July, the sun never sets. The temperature, however, was very much lower than I expected. I was cold, but even that did not affect me so much as ra...
STAPI is a town consisting of thirty huts, built on a large plain of lava, exposed to the rays of the sun, reflected from the volcano. It stretches its humble tenements along the end of a little fjord, surrounded by a basaltic wall of the most singular character. Basalt is a brown rock of igneous origin. It assumes regular forms, which astonish by ...
THE huge volcano which was the first stage of our daring experiment is above five thousand feet high. Sneffels is the termination of a long range of volcanic mountains, of a different character to the system of the island itself. One of its peculiarities is its two huge pointed summits. From whence we started it was impossible to make out the real ...
If so, if this were true, away with the theories of Sir Humphry Davy; away with the authority of the parchment of Arne Saknussemm; the wonderful pretensions to discovery on the part of my uncle− and to our journey! All must end in smoke. Charmed with the idea, I began more carefully to look about me. A serious study of the soil was necessary to neg...
OUR supper was eaten with ease and rapidity, after which everybody did the best he could for himself within the hollow of the crater. The bed was hard, the shelter unsatisfactory, the situation painful− lying in the open air, five thousand feet above the level of the sea! Nevertheless, it has seldom happened to me to sleep so well as I did on that ...
It was totally impossible for me to answer a single word. I went back to my pile of lava, in a state of silent awe. The evidence was unanswerable, overwhelming! In a few moments, however, my thoughts were far away, back in my German home, with Gretchen and the old cook. What would I have given for one of my cousin's smiles, for one of the ancient d...
OUR real journey had now commenced. Hitherto our courage and determination had overcome all difficulties. We were fatigued at times; and that was all. Now we were about to encounter unknown and fearful dangers. I had not as yet ventured to take a glimpse down the horrible abyss into which in a few minutes more I was about to plunge. The fatal momen...
"Attention− look out," repeated my uncle. In about half an hour we reached a kind of small terrace formed by a fragment of rock projecting some distance from the sides of the shaft. Hans now began to haul upon the cord on one side only, the other going as quietly upward as the other came down. It fell at last, bringing with it a shower of small sto...
AT eight o'clock the next morning, a faint kind of dawn of day awoke us. The thousand and one prisms of the lava collected the light as it passed and brought it to us like a shower of sparks. We were able with ease to see objects around us. "Well, Harry, my boy," cried the delighted Professor, rubbing his hands together, "what say you now? Did you ...
THE next day was Tuesday, the 30th of June− and at six o'clock in the morning we resumed our journey. We still continued to follow the gallery of lava, a perfect natural pathway, as easy of descent as some of those inclined planes which, in very old German houses, serve the purpose of staircases. This went on until seventeen minutes past twelve, th...
IN truth, we were compelled to put ourselves upon rations. Our supply would certainly last not more than three days. I found this out about supper time. The worst part of the matter was that, in what is called the transition rocks, it was hardly to be expected we should meet with water! I had read of the horrors of thirst, and I knew that where we ...
NEXT day, our departure took place at a very early hour. There was no time for the least delay. According to my account, we had five days' hard work to get back to the place where the galleries divided. I can never tell all the sufferings we endured upon our return. My uncle bore them like a man who has been in the wrong− that is, with concentrated...
What, then, was the man made of, and what other projects were entering his fertile and audacious brain! "You are not discouraged, sir?" "What! Give up just as we are on the verge of success?" he cried. "Never, never shall it be said that Professor Hardwigg retreated." "Then we must make up our minds to perish," I cried with a helpless sigh. "No, Ha...
OUR descent was now resumed by means of the second gallery. Hans took up his post in front as usual. We had not gone more than a hundred yards when the Professor carefully examined the walls. "This is the primitive formation− we are on the right road− onwards is our hope!" When the whole earth got cool in the first hours of the world's morning, the...
"The compass! "What then?" "Why its needle points to the south and not to the north." "My dear boy, you must be dreaming." "I am not dreaming. See− the poles are changed." "Changed!" My uncle put on his spectacles, examined the instrument, and leaped with joy, shaking the whole house. A clear light fell upon our minds. "Here it is!" he cried, as so...
"The compass! "What then?" "Why its needle points to the south and not to the north." "My dear boy, you must be dreaming." "I am not dreaming. See− the poles are changed." "Changed!" My uncle put on his spectacles, examined the instrument, and leaped with joy, shaking the whole house. A clear light fell upon our minds. "Here it is!" he cried, as so...
"The compass! "What then?" "Why its needle points to the south and not to the north." "My dear boy, you must be dreaming." "I am not dreaming. See− the poles are changed." "Changed!" My uncle put on his spectacles, examined the instrument, and leaped with joy, shaking the whole house. A clear light fell upon our minds. "Here it is!" he cried, as so...
"The compass! "What then?" "Why its needle points to the south and not to the north." "My dear boy, you must be dreaming." "I am not dreaming. See− the poles are changed." "Changed!" My uncle put on his spectacles, examined the instrument, and leaped with joy, shaking the whole house. A clear light fell upon our minds. "Here it is!" he cried, as so...
"The compass! "What then?" "Why its needle points to the south and not to the north." "My dear boy, you must be dreaming." "I am not dreaming. See− the poles are changed." "Changed!" My uncle put on his spectacles, examined the instrument, and leaped with joy, shaking the whole house. A clear light fell upon our minds. "Here it is!" he cried, as so...
"The compass! "What then?" "Why its needle points to the south and not to the north." "My dear boy, you must be dreaming." "I am not dreaming. See− the poles are changed." "Changed!" My uncle put on his spectacles, examined the instrument, and leaped with joy, shaking the whole house. A clear light fell upon our minds. "Here it is!" he cried, as so...
"The compass! "What then?" "Why its needle points to the south and not to the north." "My dear boy, you must be dreaming." "I am not dreaming. See− the poles are changed." "Changed!" My uncle put on his spectacles, examined the instrument, and leaped with joy, shaking the whole house. A clear light fell upon our minds. "Here it is!" he cried, as so...
"The compass! "What then?" "Why its needle points to the south and not to the north." "My dear boy, you must be dreaming." "I am not dreaming. See− the poles are changed." "Changed!" My uncle put on his spectacles, examined the instrument, and leaped with joy, shaking the whole house. A clear light fell upon our minds. "Here it is!" he cried, as so...
"The compass! "What then?" "Why its needle points to the south and not to the north." "My dear boy, you must be dreaming." "I am not dreaming. See− the poles are changed." "Changed!" My uncle put on his spectacles, examined the instrument, and leaped with joy, shaking the whole house. A clear light fell upon our minds. "Here it is!" he cried, as so...
"The compass! "What then?" "Why its needle points to the south and not to the north." "My dear boy, you must be dreaming." "I am not dreaming. See− the poles are changed." "Changed!" My uncle put on his spectacles, examined the instrument, and leaped with joy, shaking the whole house. A clear light fell upon our minds. "Here it is!" he cried, as so...
"The compass! "What then?" "Why its needle points to the south and not to the north." "My dear boy, you must be dreaming." "I am not dreaming. See− the poles are changed." "Changed!" My uncle put on his spectacles, examined the instrument, and leaped with joy, shaking the whole house. A clear light fell upon our minds. "Here it is!" he cried, as so...
"The compass! "What then?" "Why its needle points to the south and not to the north." "My dear boy, you must be dreaming." "I am not dreaming. See− the poles are changed." "Changed!" My uncle put on his spectacles, examined the instrument, and leaped with joy, shaking the whole house. A clear light fell upon our minds. "Here it is!" he cried, as so...
"The compass! "What then?" "Why its needle points to the south and not to the north." "My dear boy, you must be dreaming." "I am not dreaming. See− the poles are changed." "Changed!" My uncle put on his spectacles, examined the instrument, and leaped with joy, shaking the whole house. A clear light fell upon our minds. "Here it is!" he cried, as so...
"The compass! "What then?" "Why its needle points to the south and not to the north." "My dear boy, you must be dreaming." "I am not dreaming. See− the poles are changed." "Changed!" My uncle put on his spectacles, examined the instrument, and leaped with joy, shaking the whole house. A clear light fell upon our minds. "Here it is!" he cried, as so...
"The compass! "What then?" "Why its needle points to the south and not to the north." "My dear boy, you must be dreaming." "I am not dreaming. See− the poles are changed." "Changed!" My uncle put on his spectacles, examined the instrument, and leaped with joy, shaking the whole house. A clear light fell upon our minds. "Here it is!" he cried, as so...
"The compass! "What then?" "Why its needle points to the south and not to the north." "My dear boy, you must be dreaming." "I am not dreaming. See− the poles are changed." "Changed!" My uncle put on his spectacles, examined the instrument, and leaped with joy, shaking the whole house. A clear light fell upon our minds. "Here it is!" he cried, as so...
"The compass! "What then?" "Why its needle points to the south and not to the north." "My dear boy, you must be dreaming." "I am not dreaming. See− the poles are changed." "Changed!" My uncle put on his spectacles, examined the instrument, and leaped with joy, shaking the whole house. A clear light fell upon our minds. "Here it is!" he cried, as so...
"The compass! "What then?" "Why its needle points to the south and not to the north." "My dear boy, you must be dreaming." "I am not dreaming. See− the poles are changed." "Changed!" My uncle put on his spectacles, examined the instrument, and leaped with joy, shaking the whole house. A clear light fell upon our minds. "Here it is!" he cried, as so...
"The compass! "What then?" "Why its needle points to the south and not to the north." "My dear boy, you must be dreaming." "I am not dreaming. See− the poles are changed." "Changed!" My uncle put on his spectacles, examined the instrument, and leaped with joy, shaking the whole house. A clear light fell upon our minds. "Here it is!" he cried, as so...
"The compass! "What then?" "Why its needle points to the south and not to the north." "My dear boy, you must be dreaming." "I am not dreaming. See− the poles are changed." "Changed!" My uncle put on his spectacles, examined the instrument, and leaped with joy, shaking the whole house. A clear light fell upon our minds. "Here it is!" he cried, as so...
"The compass! "What then?" "Why its needle points to the south and not to the north." "My dear boy, you must be dreaming." "I am not dreaming. See− the poles are changed." "Changed!" My uncle put on his spectacles, examined the instrument, and leaped with joy, shaking the whole house. A clear light fell upon our minds. "Here it is!" he cried, as so...
"The compass! "What then?" "Why its needle points to the south and not to the north." "My dear boy, you must be dreaming." "I am not dreaming. See− the poles are changed." "Changed!" My uncle put on his spectacles, examined the instrument, and leaped with joy, shaking the whole house. A clear light fell upon our minds. "Here it is!" he cried, as so...
"The compass! "What then?" "Why its needle points to the south and not to the north." "My dear boy, you must be dreaming." "I am not dreaming. See− the poles are changed." "Changed!" My uncle put on his spectacles, examined the instrument, and leaped with joy, shaking the whole house. A clear light fell upon our minds. "Here it is!" he cried, as so...
"The compass! "What then?" "Why its needle points to the south and not to the north." "My dear boy, you must be dreaming." "I am not dreaming. See− the poles are changed." "Changed!" My uncle put on his spectacles, examined the instrument, and leaped with joy, shaking the whole house. A clear light fell upon our minds. "Here it is!" he cried, as so...
"The compass! "What then?" "Why its needle points to the south and not to the north." "My dear boy, you must be dreaming." "I am not dreaming. See− the poles are changed." "Changed!" My uncle put on his spectacles, examined the instrument, and leaped with joy, shaking the whole house. A clear light fell upon our minds. "Here it is!" he cried, as so...
"The compass! "What then?" "Why its needle points to the south and not to the north." "My dear boy, you must be dreaming." "I am not dreaming. See− the poles are changed." "Changed!" My uncle put on his spectacles, examined the instrument, and leaped with joy, shaking the whole house. A clear light fell upon our minds. "Here it is!" he cried, as so...
"The compass! "What then?" "Why its needle points to the south and not to the north." "My dear boy, you must be dreaming." "I am not dreaming. See− the poles are changed." "Changed!" My uncle put on his spectacles, examined the instrument, and leaped with joy, shaking the whole house. A clear light fell upon our minds. "Here it is!" he cried, as so...
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