Sunday, 22 May 2016

The Fire



During harvest-time the men and women went out to work. In the village were left only the old and the very young. In one hut there remained a grandmother with her three grandchildren.The grandmother made a fire in the oven, and lay down to rest herself. Flies kept alighting on her and biting her. She covered her head with a towel and fell asleep. One of the grandchildren, Másha (she was three years old), opened the oven, scraped some coals into a potsherd, and went into the vestibule. In the vestibule lay sheaves: the women were getting them bound.Másha brought the coals, put them under the sheaves, and began to blow. When the straw caught fire, she was glad; she went into the hut and took her brother Kiryúsha by the arm (he was a year and a half old, and had just learned to walk), and brought him out, and said to him:"See, Kiryúsha, what a fire I have kindled."The sheaves were already burning and crackling. When the vestibule was filled with smoke, Másha became frightened and ran back into the house. Kiryúsha fell over the threshold, hurt his nose, and began to cry; Másha pulled him into the house, and both hid under a bench.The grandmother heard nothing, and did not wake. The elder boy, Ványa (he was eight years old), was in the street.
When he saw the smoke rolling out of the vestibule, he ran to the door, made his way through the smoke into the house, and began to waken his grandmother; but she was dazed from her sleep, and, forgetting the children, rushed out and ran to the farmyards to call the people.In the meantime Másha was sitting under the bench and keeping quiet; but the little boy cried, because he had hurt his nose badly. Ványa heard his cry, looked under the bench, and called out to Másha:"Run, you will burn!"Másha ran to the vestibule, but could not pass for the smoke and fire. She turned back. Then Ványa raised a window and told her to climb through it.
When she got through, Ványa picked up his brother and dragged him along. But the child was heavy and did not let his brother take him. He cried and pushed Ványa. Ványa fell down twice, and when he dragged him up to the window, the door of the hut was already burning. Ványa thrust the child's head through the window and wanted to push him through; but the child took hold of him with both his hands (he was very much frightened) and would not let them take him out.
Then Ványa cried to Másha:"Pull him by the head!" while he himself pushed him behind.
And thus they pulled him through the window and into the street.

collected from Leo tolstoy

Tuesday, 17 May 2016

Two Stories For You

Story 1  :   The Peasant And The Cucumbers


A Peasant once went to the gardener's, to steal cucumbers. He crept up to the cucumbers, and thought:"I will carry off a bag of cucumbers, which I will sell; with the money I will buy a hen. The hen will lay eggs, hatch them, and raise a lot of chicks. I will feed the chicks and sell them; then I will buy me a young sow, and she will bear a lot of pigs. I will sell the pigs, and buy me a mare; the mare will foal me some colts. I will raise the colts, and sell them. I will buy me a house, and start a garden. In the garden I will sow cucumbers, and will not let them be stolen, but will keep a sharp watch on them. I will hire watchmen, and put them in the cucumber patch, while I myself will come on them, unawares, and shout: 'Oh, there, keep a sharp lookout!'"And this he shouted as loud as he could. The watchmen heard it, and they rushed out and beat the peasant.

Story 2:  THE FOUNDLING


A poor woman had a daughter by the name of Másha. Másha went in the morning to fetch water, and saw at the door something wrapped in rags. When she touched the rags, there came from it the sound of "Ooah, ooah, ooah!" Másha bent down and saw that it was a tiny, red skinned baby. It was crying aloud: "Ooah, ooah!"Másha took it into her arms and carried it into the house, and gave it milk with a spoon. Her mother said:"What have you brought?""A baby. I found it at our door."The mother said:"We are poor as it is; we have nothing to feed the baby with; I will go to the chief and tell him to take the baby."Másha began to cry, and said:"Mother, the child will not eat much; leave it here! See what red, wrinkled little hands and fingers it has!"Her mother looked at them, and she felt pity for the child. She did not take the baby away. Másha fed and swathed the child, and sang songs to it, when it went to sleep.

Wednesday, 20 April 2016

The Parrot Seller

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 once a man owned a fine green parrot. He taught the bird to say, "No doubt about it."One night the man buried some money in different places in the village. Next morning he went through the village with his bird, saying: "My  parrot is wise. He will show me where to dig for money."Whenever he came to a place where he had buried some money, he said, "O wise parrot, if I dig here, shall I find any gold?"The parrot always looked very wise and said, "No doubt about it."Then the man would dig up the money and show it to the people who stood around.A young man, who had watched the parrot and his owner for some time, thought, "If I had that parrot, I should soon be rich."So he said to the owner of the parrot, "For how much will you sell your parrot?""For one thousand pieces of gold!""That is a great deal of money!" cried the young man."But my parrot is worth it; are you not, O wise one?" said the man."No doubt about it," answered the parrot.This answer pleased the young man so much that he paid the one thousand pieces of gold and walked off with the parrot.He at once took the parrot out to look for money. Many times he asked him, "If I dig here, shall I find some gold?" Every time the parrot answered, "No doubt about it."But though he dug and dug, he never found a single gold piece.At last he felt sure that the bird's  owner had cheated him. "O wise bird," he said, "I think I was a fool to give a thousand pieces of gold for you."The parrot looked very wise and answered, "No doubt about it."The parrot looked so funny as he said this that the young man laughed and laughed."Well," he said at last, "you told the truth that time, O wise one. After this I shall work. That is the only way to gain riches.""No doubt about it," agreed the parrot, and for the second time he told the truth.

Saturday, 9 April 2016

The Raven & The Fox


Perch'd on a lofty oak,  
Sir Raven held a lunch of cheese; 
 Sir Fox, who smelt it in the breeze,
    Thus to the holder spoke:--
  'Ha! how do you do, Sir Raven?  
Well, your coat, sir, is a brave one! 
 So black and glossy, on my word,
sir,  With voice to match, you were a bird, sir,
Well fit to be the Phoenix of these days.'
   Sir Raven, overset with praise, 
 Must show how musical his croak.
  Down fell the luncheon from the oak; 
 Which snatching up, Sir Fox thus spoke:--    
'The flatterer, my good sir,   
 Aye liveth on his listener;  
  Which lesson, if you please,   
 Is doubtless worth the cheese.'
  A bit too late, Sir Raven swore


 The rogue never  cheat him more.[2] Both Aesop and Phaedrus have a version of this fable

The Wolf & The Crane


A Wolf had been feasting too greedily, and a bone had stuck crosswise in his throat. He could get it neither up nor down, and of course he could not eat a thing. Naturally that was an awful state of affairs for a greedy Wolf.So away he hurried to the Crane. He was sure that she, with her long neck and bill, would easily be able to reach the bone and pull it out."I will reward you very handsomely," said the Wolf, "if you pull that bone out for me."The Crane, as you can imagine, was very uneasy about putting her head in a Wolf's throat. But she was grasping in nature, so she did what the Wolf asked her to do.When the Wolf felt that the bone was gone, he started to walk away."But what about my reward!" called the Crane anxiously."What!" snarled the Wolf, whirling around. "Haven't you got it? Isn't it enough that I let you take your head out of my mouth without snapping it off?"   

 Expect no reward for serving the wicked.

Thursday, 7 April 2016

The Fox & The Grapes

The Fox & the Grapes 


A Fox one day spied a beautiful bunch of ripe grapes hanging from a vine trained along the branches of a tree. 
The grapes seemed ready to burst with juice, and the Fox's mouth watered as he gazed longingly at them. 
 The bunch hung from a high branch, and the Fox had to jump for it. The first time he jumped he missed it by a long way.
 So he walked off a short distance and took a running leap at it, only to fall short once more. Again and again he tried, but in vain.Now he sat down and looked at the grapes in disgust.   
 "What a fool I am," he said. "Here I am wearing myself out to get a bunch of sour grapes that are not worth gaping for."And off he walked very, very scornfully.    


There are many who pretend to despise and belittle that which is beyond their reach.

The Æsop for Children

 
 

 Belling the Cat

The Mice once called a meeting to decide on a plan to free themselves of their enemy, the Cat. At least they wished to find some way of knowing when she was coming, so they might have time to run away.   
 Indeed, something had to be done, for they lived in such constant fear of her claws that they hardly dared stir from their dens by night or day.Many plans were discussed, but none of them was thought good enough.  
 At last a very young Mouse got up and said:"I have a plan that seems very simple, but I know it will be successful.All we have to do is to hang a bell about the Cat's neck. When we hear the bell ringing we will know immediately that our enemy is coming."All the Mice were much surprised that they had not thought of such a plan before. But in the midst of the rejoicing over their good fortune, an old Mouse arose and said:"I will say that the plan of the young Mouse is very good. But let me ask one question: Who will bell the Cat?"   

 It is one thing to say that something should be done, but quite a different matter to do it.

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