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Reading books fiction Have you ever thought about what fiction is? Probably, such a question may seem surprising: and so everything is clear. Every person throughout his life has to repeatedly create the works he needs for specific purposes - statements, autobiographies, dictations - using not gypsum or clay, not musical notes, not paints, but just a word. At the same time, almost every person will be very surprised if he is told that he thereby created a work of fiction, which is very different from visual art, music and sculpture making. However, everyone understands that a student's essay or dictation is fundamentally different from novels, short stories, news that are created by professional writers. In the works of professionals there is the most important difference - excogitation. But, oddly enough, in a school literature course, you don’t realize the full power of fiction. So using our website in your free time discover fiction for yourself.



Fiction genre suitable for people of all ages. Everyone will find something interesting for themselves. Our electronic library is always at your service. Reading online free books without registration. Nowadays ebooks are convenient and efficient. After all, don’t forget: literature exists and develops largely thanks to readers.
The genre of fiction is interesting to read not only by the process of cognition and the desire to empathize with the fate of the hero, this genre is interesting for the ability to rethink one's own life. Of course the reader may accept the author's point of view or disagree with them, but the reader should understand that the author has done a great job and deserves respect. Take a closer look at genre fiction in all its manifestations in our elibrary.



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she blew him away though was when, among other things, she claimed that if capitalism meant a free market, and since the real market, at least in the way that Ayn Rand meant it, was neither a market, nor free, we therefore lived in a capitalist society only in name. “Hold on, this reminds me a bit of the USSR that wasn’t united, soviet, socialist, or even democrat-ic,” he couldn’t help himself but commenting, hav-ing up to that moment chosen to keep mum. “Ok, but following that logic” he really went in on her now, completely disregarding the fact he would, that way, possibly lose her favour altogether “we can’t get far. Because, eventually, your faith in Rand’s theory ends up much like that of left-wings in Marxism since, no matter what, both are in the clear, with the argument that up to now both theories had never been applied to the letter but only as a misprint, Capitalism being a fake and Socialism a monstrosity. So then, hypo-thetically the former is as much a far cry from what Ayn Rand envisioned, as the latter was from a com-munist manifesto. That’s why she is probably turning in her grave, just like Lenin in his mausoleum. And may I add?” he concluded. It was his turn to go in

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for the kill. Who knows, maybe he could still win her favour that way. “The Lefties do have a point though, because the Socialism which was established, under orders from Moscow, was a replica of the Soviet one. Whereas Capitalism…”

“Bullshit” she rebuked him, which, like the affection-ate “chill, you dick” from his friends, he rather liked. Where the one made him feel like he was eighteen again, it was as if the other one brought them closer. “What’s this guy saying?” she asked, addressing an absent third party, maybe even Ayn Rand, who would confirm the baselessness of all she had heard, before adding: “What about Capitalism? Do you doubt that it’s compatible with human nature, whereas Social-ism a completely alien concept to it? Because for me that’s where the essence of it all is and everything else is nothing but hot air” she said, positive that she was going to have him eat his words. What as everything indicated was a habit of her, apart from interrupt-ing him mid-sentence, to skim over his arguments or judge whether he was right or not on the basis of those alone, had already started he would analyse in retro-spect to get on his nerves. Even more than her opin-ions, what really drove him crazy, was her certainty that they were the only valid ones.

- You were saying something about the creolisation of our language…

- But I too

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